Wild and Crazy Times!

Yes, it's wild and crazy here in sunny Florida where I'm whooping it up with Baby Girl on Spring Break!!!

Well, it's not so sunny since I needed a huge umbrella yesterday. All day!

And it's not so wild since Baby Girl and her lacrosse team are practicing and playing games everyday.

And I went to the pool all day today and slathered on so much sunscreen (#45) that I didn't even get a bit of color, except for the spot that I couldn't reach with the sunscreen, and now I look like I have a red tattoo in the shape of Nevada on my back.

We haven't had keg parties, drunken brawls, and not one police raid.

But, there is a man on our floor who has complained nightly about the noise created by seventeen girls as they slam doors, giggle like mad, and slap up and down the hall in their flip flops.

And this makes me proud because maybe we are wild and crazy after all!!!

I told everyone in the family that I would be in Florida and to please not call me as my cell phone will be roaming here.

So far Vet Tech Girl's roommate has called to tell me she took some really cute pictures of Duncan and Molly during a walk.

My mother called to ask what we are doing for Easter.

My son called to see if I was indeed in Florida.

Hans has called several times and left messages, and when I've called him back (on Skype) he immediately tells me not to listen to the messages since he knows it costs me money!!

I'll leave you with the latest picture of Duncan and his new sweetie. She may act like she hates him and lift her lip everytime he gets near, but I think she's just playing hard to get!

We are all out for Olympic Curling!!

After cleaning three houses and then getting stuck behind 'Oh My God it snowed two weeks ago and I still don't know how to drive' people (thus turning my quickie drive home into an hour and a half torture), I arrived home from work last night to find Hans lounging on the futon and glued to the TV.


He was watching the Olympic Curling Competition.

He then asked me what I was making for dinner.

He is still among the living.


But apparently Curling isn't just for people, but for pitties also! This is Brinks (appearing on Pitter Patter) and he is currently carrying on a long distance relationship with Hayleigh. They correspond their unrequited love through blogdom and depending upon my state of mind I find them to be sweet (un-PMS) or completely heart breaking (full PMS) .

I start every day by reading Pitter Patter, and my brilliant (?), wonderful, exceptionally smart(?) grand-dog Duncan has been featured on their site two times, yet I still remain humble.

Anyway, this afternoon Baby Girl called me once again and wanted to know if I'd finalized my travel plans. For some reason she thinks I should attend spring break, in Florida, with her and her college lacrosse team this March. Since I had no intention of going, I told her no.

"You're going with us." she stated. "Call First Born (my son) and see if he's coming too."

I called First Born. "What's up?" I asked, and he told me he was watching Curling.

Knowing First Born (a former hockey player), I laughed, "C'mon, you're kidding!"

"I'm one hundred and ten percent positive," he stated. "I love curling; it's fascinating and there's so much strategy!" And then he went on and on about the rules (many), the ice (pebbled), and that he and his friends have been researching the whole sport and fully intend to participate in the 2014 games.

Their future coach weighs 310 pounds and therefor won't be allowed on the ice lest he crack it.

First Born and his closest friends will be the 'team,' and my nephew (past state champion hockey goalie), and a good friend (comic relief) will be the alternates.

We talked a bit about spring break, I ran the dates by him, and he said he'd call me back.

The next thing I knew, he'd booked my flight, using his frequent flier miles, and I haven't even asked for the time off from work yet!

So with Hans and First Born (and Brinks) getting all caught up in the whole Curling thing I decided to watch it too.

I love it!!! I found my heart pounding as fast as their brooms were swishing!!!


It's kind of scary though, like what's next? Bowling? Bass fishing? Watching paint drying?


I don't care, as long as it entertains me!