It's getaway week, and I'm counting down the hours, minutes, and pre-trip tasks before our departure to sunny San Diego on Friday! We are taking the kids on our first family destination vacation. We've traveled together with the kids to Chicago and Michigan before, and a road trip to planet Moab, but nothing fully vacationy like this one.
The bonus is that my parents and sister, Wendy, are flying out to meet us there! I haven't seen them since Thanksgiving, and they haven't seen the kids since the wedding back in August. So it's an extended family destination vacation. We also may get to see some of my Mom's-side California cousins and aunts and uncles, which would be sweet. Last time I got together with them, we caught some fish. Let's see... what type of fish were they again... oh, that's it: BARRACUDA!
As you know, San Diego means lots of things to lots of people. Some people point out the name is simply the Spanish translation of Saint Diego. Others believe it to be a German translation, meaning...something else. Hey, we're staying classy here in Stizl's blog. Still, so many memorable names and places! Like Tony Gwynn, Dan Fouts, and LaDainian Tomlinson in sports; that one season of the Real World with all those intellectual, fascinating characters; Shamu (the predecessor to their latest killer whale show, Sham-Wow); and of course, Ron Burgundy, the greatest San Diego-an (San Diegan?) of them all. What I wouldn't give to pop into Tino's night club and hear some jazz flute! We'll also be celebrating Annie's b-day on 4/7. Her new age will be Twenty-Eleven, or Tweleventy. I only wish I had that sort of depth and endurance in my life.
Been a restful few days, that's for sure--what, with all the primer and paint and adhesive fumes floating around the master suite, one kid's coughing, the other kid's ralphing. P's been hacking his lungs out since Sat. night, with nighttime sleep-yelling occasionally thrown in for good measure. Seriously, we couldn't tell if he was having nightmares or practicing to be a hog caller. Z put on an impressive show early Mon. morning, from bedroom to bathroom, and Mom had to stay home with both of them that day. Thank goodness I had all those "meetings" and "important cookie-related briefings" to attend.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by, and you stay classy, San Diego.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
I'm just sick of it!
I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of everything. I'm just SICK!
And tired.
Remember that funny bit from Bill Cosby? I believe the video is Bill Cosby: Himself. Now available on Beta and VHS, only at your local video rental shop. Ha! Remember those? Now our videos come in the mail, or out of a giant red box, aptly named RedBox, or on our glowing flat screens. That video is so old, the Cos was probably wearing one of those crazy sweaters with the multi-color cable knit, and it was in style, baby.
Anyway, I've been sick since about Tuesday. Not as sick as Zoey, who had a hacking cough for several nights and played hooky with me on Thursday, and not as sick as Preston was yesterday when he ralphed all over the kitchen floor, for no good reason at all. But I'm sick (and tired) of not being able to breathe! No daytime remedies, sinus tabs, nasal mists, herbal remedies created by a schoolteacher, or effervescent drinks are helping. Nor is whining to the wife. Open mouth sleeping and phenylephrine-induced hallucinations are totally wearing me out. But I think I'm turning the corner. I haven't had to mist since this morning, and, fingers crossed, will get a good night's sleep tonight.
As an unexpected aide, 2001: A Space Odyssey just came on one of the Encore channels - now that'll put me to sleep! (rim shot)
I love doing this sometimes. I haven't written much lately, and I just popped this open to see what would happen. What did happen? A) Cosby reference B) Joking about outdated technology C) Used the word "ralphed", which used to make my sisters and I laugh hysterically until my Mom couldn't help but think it was funny, too. So this was good.
And good night.
And tired.
Remember that funny bit from Bill Cosby? I believe the video is Bill Cosby: Himself. Now available on Beta and VHS, only at your local video rental shop. Ha! Remember those? Now our videos come in the mail, or out of a giant red box, aptly named RedBox, or on our glowing flat screens. That video is so old, the Cos was probably wearing one of those crazy sweaters with the multi-color cable knit, and it was in style, baby.
Anyway, I've been sick since about Tuesday. Not as sick as Zoey, who had a hacking cough for several nights and played hooky with me on Thursday, and not as sick as Preston was yesterday when he ralphed all over the kitchen floor, for no good reason at all. But I'm sick (and tired) of not being able to breathe! No daytime remedies, sinus tabs, nasal mists, herbal remedies created by a schoolteacher, or effervescent drinks are helping. Nor is whining to the wife. Open mouth sleeping and phenylephrine-induced hallucinations are totally wearing me out. But I think I'm turning the corner. I haven't had to mist since this morning, and, fingers crossed, will get a good night's sleep tonight.
As an unexpected aide, 2001: A Space Odyssey just came on one of the Encore channels - now that'll put me to sleep! (rim shot)
I love doing this sometimes. I haven't written much lately, and I just popped this open to see what would happen. What did happen? A) Cosby reference B) Joking about outdated technology C) Used the word "ralphed", which used to make my sisters and I laugh hysterically until my Mom couldn't help but think it was funny, too. So this was good.
And good night.
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