Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Catch up


The kids and I got home from our (extended) holiday trip on New Years day.

We were supposed to drive home two days earlier to celebrate the new year at home with Tony and the Flems, but I got sick and couldn't get out of bed to make the drive. Messing up those plans added another dimension to how bad I already felt. Sigh.
Huge public apology to the Flems.

The Thurstons were nice enough to let us crash their family New Years Eve plans, and we took partying to a whole new level. Half the people left around 10pm, they just couldn't handle how hard we were partying. See those cheapy chocolate ice cream cones in the above pic? My dad provided those but didn't stick around to watch us enjoy them.

We got up at the crack-o-dawn, practically, on Saturday to drive back to Vegas. The roads were still pretty bad, even though we missed the worst of it due my above mentioned illness.


It was a white-knuckle drive most of the way. The inside of our car never warmed up enough to defrost all the windows, and we had ice on the inside of our windows until we got past St. George. Is something wrong with our car, or is that norm when driving in freakishly cold weather?


Something that is for sure wrong with our car is its lack of space. I hate to bash on the '02 pear-toned XL-7, but it's super cramped and uncomfortable.


At one point on the drive, Cord was singing this song he likes to see if I could identify it (I couldn't, he sounded completely toneless), when he noticed that he had butt-dialed someone (a girl from Drama who he's crushing on). He quickly ended the call, but it was too late. Via text message, she confirmed that she had just gotten a weird call from him.

He was like, "what should I say, what should I say?!" all in a panic.
I was like, "Say it was your brother!" all in a panic.
So he texted back to her: "Oh. Sory! My brother was singing a song to my mom. What a nerd, right?"

What a nerd, indeed.

About 13 hours after the start of our drive, we saw our city lights on the horizon:


Love that feeling.

Now, I sat down at the computer today, intending to blog about Christmas, and all the fun we had on our trip, but when I tried to transfer all of our Christmas pictures to the computer, I noticed there were only six pictures on our camera and they were all close-ups of Homer's hands and feet.

Yes, Homer has deleted Christmas. It's like it never happened. I'm especially sad that you won't get to see Cord open his unicorn meat. Here are a few pics that were on my phone:



And here's a video of the kids playing with the baby toys they got from Santa:



We very much enjoyed staying with my parents over Christmas. I love their new house. It's just so homey. Speaking of homey, Homer is obsessed with my dad's dog, Jake.
(See following pics of Homer holding Jake, and watch Jake turn into a blur as he struggles to get away.)