Monday (day after Christmas): I slept in, moved from the bed to the couch and planted my butt for a twelve hour Being Human marathon on Syfy. New episodes begin Jan. 16 so I just HAD to get caught up. And drool over Josh. AND Christmas had sort of sucked all the life outta me so I had to recuperate. Being around humans is a beast, Syfy.
Tuesday-Wednesday: I know I got out of bed. Just not sure what I did other than bum around the house. Emmy had
Thursday: Emmy was back so we (Emmy, Mama and I) picked up Sis2 and Lyssa and we went to paint pottery.
Efan was supposed to stay with his daddy that day but Goofus's cousin decided that that day was the ONLY DAY he could work on the breaks on Goofus' truck. So Goofus had to bring Efan to the pottery place. We hadn't really wanted Efan to come because he's destructive and (as Lyssa says) he's wild. And being a pottery shop, everything is breakable. And if you break it, you buy it--painted or not.
Fortunately, by the time Goofus dropped him off, Mama was done with her piece so she nabbed him and helped him paint a piece for himself.
He did really well with it. No mess. No breakage. So it worked out rather well.
Emmy's piece took the longest to do because she'd chosen a cross with a stained glass effect and it had tiny lines that had to be painted in between the "panes" of "glass." Which, yes. Aunt Jana ended up having to help her with. But that's okay, too.
I chose something simple because I wanted to pay attention to the kids. They were the main reason I was there, after all.
It looks better now that it's been glazed and fired. ;-)
I haven't seen it since it was glazed and fired but Sis2 says Lyssa's starfish turned out mostly black. She layered too many different colors on it apparently. BUT, the experience was the main thing and Lyssa seemed happy with it. That's what matters. That, and when she's older I can tease her mercilessly about it.
That face Lyssa's making up there? She's demonstrating the "mean face" one of her friends apparently sports a lot.
She wasn't really upset, as you can see.
It was at this point, though, that we realized we had a conundrum. Goofus had dropped Efan off with us. We had come in Mama's one car seat car. All of us. There was no room! And not enough car seats! Oh noes!
So, I got elected to stay at the shopping center with the girls while Mama took Sis2 and Efan back to Sis2's house. What to do while stranded at a shopping center with a twelve-year-old and a four-year-old?
Look at fish!
That particular shopping center has a goldfish pond/waterfall in front. Lyssa had a ball picking out her favorite fish.
Then, because I'm the cool aunt, we walked down to the frozen yogurt bar and got "ice cream." Really, it was frozen yogurt but Lyssa didn't want "yogurt." Pah!
Fortunately she loves Nerds. Or "Neds" as she calls them.
Emmy, the alien child who doesn't like chocolate (the weirdo) got vanilla yogurt with gummy bears, nerds, and cherries. Oh! And Whipped Cream. Don't ask me how she got away with four toppings when I only allowed Lyssa two. Probably because she's a sneaky pre-teen who objects to authority. The bum.
I (no pictures, thank the good Lord!) Got a mix of chocolate and white chocolate yogurt with chopped Reese's cups and hot fudge.
For the three of us? Sixteen. Freakin'. Dollars.
It was the Nerds that tipped the scales I think. And Emmy's two extra toppings. I'm adding that to their tab of stuff they owe me when they're grown. Eighty-year-old Aunt Jana needs someone to carry her to the podiatrist to have the corns removed from her nasty disgusting feet? Emmy! Lyssa! Remember that time I took ya'll for frozen yogurt and ya'll cost me an arm and a leg with all your toppings?
But it was good and the girls enjoyed every last bite. And it killed time until Nana finally showed up to take us home.
Friday: Daddy and I went to Granny's that morning and I hooked up the VCR/DVD combo that the folks got her for Christmas. Bless her heart, I don't know why they don't make stuff easier to operate because teaching her all the buttons and processes to watch a bloomin' VHS took an hour. And she still wasn't sure what all she was supposed to do. Daddy ended up having to go back up there later and write it all down for her.
We got back just in time for me to hop in the car with Mama and Emmy and head back to town to meet Sis2 and the kids for lunch AGAIN. This time we ate at a BBQ place and I was too busy retrieving Efan's Thomas train from beneath the table to take pictures. (I heard that sigh of relief, ya'll!) While there, we ran into a guy I was friends with way back when I was Emmy's age. (He's married so don't get too excited.) He totally made my day by telling me I look exactly like I did as a teenager. Then when I got home I realized that probably only meant that I was a) still fat 2) still have long dark hair and c) still blush whenever anyone talks to me. BUT. I'll take it.
After lunch we went to see Chipwrecked and both of the littles actually sat enthralled through the whole movie experience.
Unfortunately, we had gotten there late and had to sit up front and I got a serious crik in my neck. (krick? Crick? Creaque? Krik? Whatever.)
Saturday: I woke up feeling like CRAP with acid reflux so wicked and vile I would have prayed for death but I didn't have time. Saturday was the family Christmas with Mama's side of the family. So I suffered through baking cookies that morning, wore my loose dress slacks and generally avoided most everyone while I was there. I nibbled through lunch and escaped outside with the kids in case I had to throw up.
And I'm only sort of joking about the throwing up part. Acid reflux is a nasty vile monster.
The rest of vacation was spent napping, eating lightly and wishing I had one more week off.
And then I was back at work for a few days before I started tormenting you with sharing my vacation photos/stories with ya'll. Ain't ya'll a lucky bunch?
Also, upon viewing the photos taken of me at various times throughout the break I have decided to stop eating altogether and pray God takes pity on me long enough to let me be thin before I die.
5 comments:
Whoa! $16 to get frozen yogurt for three? You do relaize you could have bought your own stuff for half that...right?
Glad you all enjoyed your vacation outings, even if it did make you feel sick.
Well, you're paying mostly for the experience, I think. lol I mean, I could have easily gotten two gallons of my favorite ice cream for what what I paid for three small cups of fro-yo. But then it wouldn't have been as memorable as going to a place where you have sixteen options of fro-yo and a gazillion options for toppings AND a cool hipster atmosphere. ;-)
Too bad about the heartburn. You know, for some people milk is a trigger for heartburn? For the fireman it was breads. For some reason he doesn't have it now that we're doing the diet. Weird. Everyone has different triggers, apparently. Maybe you should try to keep a food diary to see what's bothering yours? I only had it a couple of times, but woah nelly! It is NOT a fun thing to have.
Your Fro You place sounds like Coldstone Creamery. It's yummy, but the toppings are uber expensive and they fold it into the icecream on a cold stone slab. Oh, yum!
Jen~I think breads are one of my triggers, too. I might get away with bread once ever so often but if I have it several times in a row? BAM. Misery.
This time, though, I think it was the overloaded combination of all the junk I'd been eating the two weeks I was off work. (cookies! and fudge! and potato chips! and Coke! Oh my!) Now that I'm back to drinking Special K shakes for two meals and snacking on fruit and almonds (and the occasional latte) I feel much better.
You know, we have a Coldstone here but I've never actually even stepped foot inside? lol I've been tempted but I've heard its INSANELY expensive and it's in a bad traffic spot.
Yeah, I know you're paying for the toppings/experience, but that's still awfully expensive.
We have a couple Cold Stone Creamereis here, one only about two miles from me, and I have never been. There were a few times when we stopped for pizza at Papa Murphey's I was tempted, but I know they are really expensive.
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