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7/22/12 This promo code expired in June, but give it a shot anyway, if you dare! And the new Silly Slipeez have GOT to be the same dang company, so be careful!

I posted a while back HERE about Stompeez and how crappy their customer service and shipping were. I'm a believer in giving people a second chance, and I got this email from them today, so take advantage of this $10 off promo code if you like:

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Wyoming Griping Day 15 (Monday)

Lettuce start now with my favorite new video. I'm sure you will find it very apeeling:


We messed around all morning. Have I mentioned how fast time goes here when we're just CHILLING OUT? It kinda rocks. We went to the beach to try to get crispier. The van is back in the ole shoppe again today. The CHEVY dealership has to take it to the DODGE dealership (it's a Chrysler van, by the way) to have them read the computer cuz they can't.

This is the only picture I took today, at the beach.

Then around 7:30 I get the call from Aron that his ride home has taken him out for a beer so he can't grab us milk on the way home. AND another bombshell that I posted on Facebook:

The Kerrie Show: Home of the Job Gripe. Gripe #5,629 ... this just in .... Aron may not be able to go on the vacation with my extended family that we've had planned for 6 months. Mama Bear/Wife is coming out again ...

This is starting to get me worried about him being able to go to Scout Camp with Joel, which is already paid in full also. I can pretty much bet he will be going to Scout Camp no matter what. I'll keep you posted on that one. If I start asking you all if we can mow your lawn or babysit your kids, you'll know what happened.

THEN, seconds after that, Sam knocked a coffee mug off a table and it broke on the wood floor, sending warmish chocolate all over the flipping place. Seriously, I don't even get mad anymore because the Universe is so damn funny lately. I just roll with the punches. If Aron can't go on the family vacation, I'm going anyway with the kids. His company can pay for it and I can pay my 23-year-old cousin to help me with the kids :-) He's a fresh college grad, loves kids and could use the funds. We'll see.

You always gotta have a plan, people. And then watch it blow up! And then think on your feet and plan again.

WAIT! Here's a lost footage photo taken when Eva got ahold of the camera!

If you missed any installments of the Real World: Wyoming series, head to the right-hand side of this here blog, look for Categories, then click on Wyoming. And if you aren't following The Kerrie Show on Facebook, you are really missing out on spoilers!

Fishing in Wyoming: Day 14 (Sunday)

Aron has the day off! He woke up early to go fishing at the pond. Around 8:30 he came back and Sam just happened to be awake, so he woke up the boys and took the three of them fishing! My dad will be happy for this post! So here's from Aron:

"The fish were biting on brown woolly boogers. I looked up and a 5-foot moose walked right by me within about 50 feet."

Sam caught the biggest fish in the morning!

Michael and Joel also caught fishies!

Joel flapped some flipjacks.

Daddy made it pretty far into the snowy river water.

I gave FOUR haircuts tonight, saving my family about $60 or so on the  guys alone.

Later I took the Buick Regal, Sam and the trash to the dumpster. After dumping the trash I decided I enjoyed the 4 1970s and 1980s music stations I could get and Sam didn't want to get out of the sweet ride anyway. [Sweet ride = any car that is newer than mine and has a decent sound system so I can rock out.]

I ended up being gone for like AN HOUR ... only on the country gravel roads, picking up miscellaneous underage hitchhikers along the way until I ended up with 3 boys in the open trunk and 2 girls in the backseat.  Got to see some of the ranch I had not seen before ... so gorgeous here! We even had a showdown with some bulls. I took a picture of some bull poop for use in later blog posts. It will come in handy.

Got back to life the way it should be: my man makin' my dinner.

After dinner we went to the pond, around the time of the solar eclipse. I thought about pretending to go blind so I could get Monday off as a mom, but chickened out.

The sitcom continues ... Joel got a bee sting, his first. Like a good Catholic mom, I crossed myself and prayed he was not allergic.

Then it was biz as usual on the dock.

Me and Sam did some tandem kayaking.

Two kayaks and a rowboat with Callie taking pictures.

Aron and Joel caught 3 more fish. I smell a meal coming on!

And the quote of the day (sorry, some days I've been slacking):

Sorry for the cuss word, folks, but this is kinda funny. I get this from my mom, by the way, so I am not to be held responsible ... haha!

If you missed any installments of the Real World: Wyoming series, head to the right-hand side of this here blog, look for Categories, then click on Wyoming.

My Own Reality Show (Wyoming, Day 13)

Here was my Facebook status today: 

I'm available for hire for SUPER-SLEUTHING on the Internet. We have no water (after everything else went off and came back on), the managers are gone. I somehow sleuthed out one of the owners' cell number on the Internet after much hunting ... maybe I can get the conditioner out of my hair sometime soon!

Later ...

The managers called me back and I tried to find a hidden key and go to a locked room to try to turn the water back on but, alas, lacking a penis I could not figure it out then Sam hit his head and I had to go. Aron should be home in a couple of hours to help out. In the meantime, I'm getting a deep conditioning treatment, probably as God intended. Reason for everything, right?! Or just maybe ...

So today was Saturday (yes, I post these AFTER the day happens, folks, so forgive my screwy English tenses and whatnot).

We did a little of this today.

We did a little of that today.

My friend Eva will appreciate this one ... it's like a little Catechesis of the Good Shepherd class!

Ambidextrous.

Michael ASKED to do some math so he could then get on Moshi Monsters. Yes, I reward them with "screen time" as my friend calls it, for working on math. And if they ask on a Saturday, so be it!

A puzzling turn of events.

Aron got home around 4-ish and we rushed around to get ready to go to town to this cute little church, where we were like the Catholic Superstars, what with our FIVE -- count 'em -- FIVE kidlets and all that. And I get all puffed up like, "Yep, I'm a breeding STAR, people, and I can probably even have MORE. I'm over 40 now, and might EVEN be able to squirt out TWINS for the cause!" We were in the cry room for a little bit and there was a woman in there with boys, aged about 2 and 4. They were playing and being all silly and she was trying to shush them and I was just grinning. Then I got a little teary because I used to have boys about that age who now play so much differently together, who argue and it's PERSONAL sometimes and who I pray never grow apart. Anyway ... no, I'm not crying. There's just something in my eye.

After church we went out to dinner at a family-style place with nice fried foods. Yes, it went as well as you would expect a dinner with 5 kids would go ... meaning, a little loud, but fun. We had FRIED onion rings, chicken FRIED steak, FRIED fish, FRIED chicken strips and FRIES.

Then we hit the sporting goods store (yeah, I said THE because there is only one) for some fishing junk (this is where my dad's ears perk up). Joel is all into bows and arrows lately so Aron got him 3 round-tip arrows so they could make a bow tomorrow. While the kids played hide-and-seek in the hunting garb and Sam walked around playing with a Spongebob fishing rod that would never be his, I found myself strangely perusing the ... HANDGUNS.

This place is gettin' to me, I tell ya. When I go in a place like that, where people buy things to KILL living things, I am both disgusted and fascinated. I'm just not sure where I stand on all that stuff. I used to get so mad at guys who hunted deer. I was all like, "You know you can BUY meat at the store, dummy!" But the longer I am an animal myself (a Mama Bear to be exact), the more I understand wanting to hunt stuff.

I talked Aron into then going to Wendy's for Frostys for the kidlets. They must have been spiked because this is what happened on the way home:

Found another freaky carved tree on the way into the ranch:

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Real World: Wyoming; Day Twelve

Today was super chilly (48 degrees here and 84 in my hometown of Kansas City) and the van was in the shop, so we pretty much stayed inside or played with kitties in the barn.

A regular occurrence: I come out of the bathroom from a simple, 20-second peeing session and find that Sam and Eva (quite the duo) have trashed out the living/dining area and the other 3 have taken all blankets and sheets off extra beds and have made forts. If I wasn't so tired I'd laugh my butt off.

Tonight I got my drawers soiled when someone rang the doorbell. There are no shades on any of the windows in the main room or kitchen so of course anyone can see right in. It was a young guy, and I opened the door. He was here with a friend and wanted to know if they could fish at the river. I said I didn't know because it's not my house, but I didn't see why not. He was nice enough, but all I could think of was how the managers were not here and neither was my husband and how I wished I packed a gun all the time like one of my friends!!! (Quick! Google "gun laws Wyoming")

I'm homesick and need a hug from my parents and friends. It's so gorgeous here that I have no right to gripe. So here are some good pictures from our day, the fun parts, and if I had my way there would a "kitnapping" on Memorial Day from Kingfisher Bend Ranch!

Joel snuggles a kitty. He's naming them all already!

Veterinarian Callie McLoughlin, at your service.

Sam and Eva got to put cheese on the pizzas we made.

You don't understand how sweet this is unless you know Michael. Animals freak him out. He's fine with his 1-inch turtle and actually got on a horse last week. But holding a kitten is a big deal for him. We've come a long way at the ranch.

After Aron got home (around 8:30!), Sam and I played "dueling toots" and Aron and the other kids got to hang with the kittens.

Later I'm sure Aron was glad he got home before bedtime because I was writing and holding sleeping Sam when Sam all of a sudden woke, cried and puked all down my back. Whew ... Aron was here to catch the rest of the puke in a towel and to help clean it up! Lucky guy, that Aron! Hey, Dad, maybe it's because he rented a BUICK, RALPH!

We got to feed the horse tonight. I could get used to this Green Acres life. As long as there was a Target and a Starbuck's within walking distance.

Nana will be happy to see that we brought along a blankie/quilt she made for  one of the girls. They chose to use it to cover the Pet Porter since it has holes in the sides and it was going to be a cold night.

Fun fact: My first married last name was Porter. Kerrie is like "carry" and a porter carries crap. Interesting.

My man of almost 17 years gets a rare moment to read after cleaning up puke..

This dude puked then crashed. I tossed him on the bed so I could clean the carpet and change my vomity clothes.

Aron thinks he might get Sunday off, so we're hoping for nice weather and some more boat fun, exercise, suntan and family time!

If you missed any installments of the Real World: Wyoming series, head to the right-hand side of this here blog, look for Categories, then click on Wyoming.