All Hell Breaks Loose on Day 16 But Music Saves the Day

Here's what we woke up to this morning. Did I ever feel like a wiener for being upset with Aron last night for not bringing home milk. He woke up at 6 a.m. like always, drove 20 minutes to the store, 20 minutes back and then 40 minutes to work. That, folks, is what a Good Husband looks like. Burn it into your memory.

Because he bought sunscreen, we got to go to the River Beach. Otherwise, we would have had to have stayed mostly inside or in the woods (I know, poor us!).

When I drink my water, I imagine I am pouring margaritas from this pitcher into my Squart. No drinking here, folks, because I have to be on top of my Mommy game. I only drink around those I trust, and I don't trust my kids enough ... haha!

I present to you ... Princess Samuel.

Michael and Callie are snuggle buddies!

Here was my Facebook status at night, with a bunch of stuff added for clarity and a few cussin' words taken out.

So the Boss misunderstood and thought we were staying here INDEFINITELY with Aron (apparently with the money I will pull out of my butt; do normal people max out their own credit card to pay cash on a place to stay or empty their savings account to do so?). He thinks Aron is staying while me and 5 kids return home in a rickety van (still not fixed because the dealership wanted to fix a $1,200 thing that Aron can do himself cheaper and they never did find the real problem). THEN Boss wants Aron to miss my family's annual vacation, which has been planned and paid for for months. My suggestion: shackle his cute buns to the desk here in Wyoming for the months more it will take to finish this job. Will everybody be happy then? Because in his 15 years working here he has NEVER had a situation like this. Maybe he's just been spoiled. Don't worry, I won't gripe about this forever, and if we experience a job loss, I am not above getting a job at Hooter's.

Aron got home at a great time last night, with Domino's pizza, which was a huge treat. After Sam woke up from a late nap, we all piled into the minivan that hasn't been fixed but will be when Aron can get a real day off at home to do so. We picked up his rental at the Chevy dealership (where they tried to sell us a $1,200 part plus labor when Aron can do it at home for tons less; so everyone please pray that the van makes it home!). Then we trucked it over to (about 20 feet away) the McDonald's, which DOES have a playland, people. We were told it does not and we never even looked when we went through the drive-through. Which brings me to:

SIDENOTE:
Don't listen to people, or at least take everything with a little disbelief. Like we were TOLD there was no Playland there, so we just didn't even look. So if you are TOLD that someone is crazy, for instance, find out for yourself. This goes for things that I tell you, as well, of course. We all have our own perception.

Moving on ...

I got to drive the Buick back home with Callie and Michael in the back. I made a HUGE and MAJOR and GROUNDBREAKING discovery: Aron has XM satellite radio in the rental and he didn't even know it. This is BIG, folks, because I was brought up on music and love it and it's the equivalent of a little Prozac to me. I got to listen to CURRENT music which I have not heard for over 2 weeks (again, poor me). Did you know there's a group called Imagine Dragon ... hmm? I've decided the soundtrack of my days is "Last Night" by the Mar-Keys or "Green Onions" by Booker T and the MGs. If you get the blog in email form, you might not be able to see this and will have to come to the blog to click on it. Enjoy!


Quote of the day from me:

"Good thing I know where EVERYTHING is or how to find it because I have three sons, and they can't find crap with both hands." I used to love that show My Three Sons, by the way.

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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!

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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!

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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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