We got the PC back and up and running Tuesday. Well, mostly. I’ll blog about that later. Wednesday afternoon we took off and we are on the road, visiting various family members in a couple different states. We’ll spend some time at the Oregon coast - we brought along shovels and pails for constructing sand castles. Oooh, I just remembered, I wanted to get some plaster of paris - I want to do this cool craft idea there …. hmmm, wonder if I can convince DH to go buy some before we hit the beach? Anyway… we’ll be traveling until the end of next week. I’m currently borrowing my brother-in-law’s internet access, but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to blog again. So, to tide y’all over, here’s a Sweet Girl funny from the road today:

SG, holding a pad of paper: Mom, can I have a pen?

Me: Sorry, sweetie, I don’t have one handy.

SG: That’s ok, I don’t need a handy one - a regular one will do!

It’s 2:30 a.m. and the thermometer on my front porch says 82 degrees.

Oh… and when you realize just how freaking late it is and hurry to clean up the toys so you can go to bed, and you’re sloppy because it’s late and you’re in a hurry and you drop your daughter’s toy laptop on the first knuckle of your big toe, it really, really, really hurts.

Oh… and I spent six hours on Saturday in a local park dressed up in pioneer clothing to celebrate our Pioneer Heritage and 100 years of our church in my town. Did I mention that Saturday’s temperature was 106, according to some reports? Also, did I mention I spent 2 1/2 of those hours in a booth, selling baked-potatoes-of-all-things?

Oh… and did you know, that when it’s that hot, your eyelids will stick together from the evaporated sweat? And that after spending the six hottest hours of the day outside, when you finally get to take a cold shower, you can’t get the water cold enough? And that if it’s that hot, you can drink 5 or 6 bottles of water and never have to pee?

Oh… and that was probably too much information. Oh well… I’m gonna play a couple rounds of freecell before bed… while enjoying my air conditioning… just so you know.

Sorry for the sporadic posting. Our main computer bit the dust earlier this week and while I can access the net on our old one, it’s the old one for a reason… it’s an old P-200 and is so s-l-o-w that I can’t really stand it. I have ideas to blog about, but until I get back my decent ‘puter and can download the photos that correspond with said ideas, I’m pretty much taking a blog vacation. We finally gave up on fixing it ourselves yesterday and DH took it to the computer repair guy down the road… it’s supposed to be back on Monday. We’ll see.

Until then… think happy "fix that problem, computer guy!" thoughts for me.

Silly Girlspeak 1: Yesterday, after I put Sweet Girl’s church dress on her and fixed her hair, she went over in front of the big mirror and twirled around a few times. Pausing mid-twirl, she looked at DH and said, "Wow. Don’t I look extinguished?"

Silly Girlspeak 2: Today DH and I were discussing ideas for our anniversary trip. He said, "We could even do a Lagoon trip - and actually get to ride some big rides together!" Sweet Girl’s ears perked right up at the mention of her beloved Lagoon, and as she heard her daddy suggest going to Lagoon without her, she piped up, "But, Daddy, if you go to Lagoon without me, you won’t have any fun!"

So, after spending a glorious day alone, and eating pure junk all day simply because I could, I started thinking that while season-salt-popcorn is yummy, it isn’t really a stick-with-you meal, even if you supplement it with some of DH’s divine vanilla chip cookies. On my way to pick up the kids, I got really hungry - as in, started to get shaky and if I didn’t eat soon I might faint hungry - and in desparation hit the McD’s drive through. I ordered another unhealthy meal to complement the poor eating choices I’d made all day. Imagine my surprise when I reached into the bag in search of french fries and pulled this out instead:

Yeah. A yoga DVD starring a ‘virtual’ trainer.

So… now in order to combat the fake food, they’re providing you with a fake workout?

Boy - those marketing people. They think of everything!