No. No! NO!! DON'T TOUCH THAT!!
Happy (belated) Fourth of July everybody! Today the Bee Family just got back from a 2-day visit to Nana & Poppa's Lake House out in Shelton. At the left (see photo), you'll see my overnight bag. Oh yeah, you heard me right. That is my overnight bag for the trip. Now, it was for me and Baby Bee, but still. I was pretty embarrassed to be dragging that ginormous bag around for a day and a half trip!
::Side Note Rant::
Sorry to interrupt, but I have The Next Food Network Star on TV right now and the chefs are on the Rachel Ray Show. I'm sure to finally offend someone here, but oh my God, Rachel Ray annoys the crap outta me. I don't really have anything witty to add here. She is just way too friggin' annoying and happy all the time. Someone needs to lay off the Valium. And pass it this way!
/end rant
But I digress...Anyways, we had a big Welcome-Home-and-Congratulations-on-Retiring-from-the-Air-Force Party for Sissy and Family. It was fun but busy and now I feel like I need a weekend at the Lake House to relax!
My big epiphany from the weekend is this: my fifth worst nightmare is being stuck with a toddler in a non-baby-proofed house. (My other worst nightmares? (1)Heights (2)Dolls (3)Clowns & (4)a Clown Doll trying to push me off a cliff. Don't laugh! It's funny until it happens to you.)
Anyway, is it not the worst thing ever to have a toddler exploring a house that is not prepped for kids?! I was chasing Baby Bee all weekend! Sooo exhausting! The next time I go anywhere, I'm packing with me a baby gate, safety plugs for outlets and a giant trash bag to dump everything baby accessible. If that doesn't work, maybe I'll just try to find a Baby Bee sized straight jacket...
Song title: Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins
Danger Zone
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Labels: Baby Bee, Family, Things I Don't Like, TiVo Junkie
Fair
Mama loves her Sissy!
Today Sissy and Family (and I) went to Meeker Days in Puyallup ("Pew-Al-Up" for those that don't speak fluent Washingtonian...). It was way too hot for this Washingtonian and I was dying in the upwards of 85+ degrees outside! Seriously, anything hotter than a comfy 75-ish is way too much for me to handle.
Besides the heat (and being totally inappropriately dressed for eating dinner in the grass!), it was so fun hanging out with Sissy and Family! I'm still totally in shock and denial that they are back home for good! See...Sissy and Family moved to Jolly Ol' England in early 2004 and finally moved back to the States a year ago or so. To New Jersey. Yes, you heard me correctly. New Jersey. But not even the close-to-New-York-New-Jersey. Like, out is the middle of friggin' no where Jersey. Needless to say, Sissy is very happy to be home too!
And I'm so happy to have Niece (seen above - isn't she fab?) and Big Nephew and Little Nephew home again! They are just crazy monkeys and I love it. Too quote 4-year-old Niece, (while eating KFC for lunch) "Someone call the doctor because I've got Chicken Fever!" Reminded me a bit of this and I was dying laughing.
Song title: Fair by Ben Folds Five
All Good Things (Come to an End)
Call me slow, but it just hit me today that tomorrow will be the last day that we will be living in our F-Dub home. We're going to start our move on Saturday and hopefully be living in our Hills Shoe Box by Saturday evening. But now I don't want to go!
For years our F-Dub home was nothing special. It was built in the early 1970's and boy did it look like it! But the crappy place grew on me. We fixed it all up (unfortunately, not in time to really enjoy it) and it slowly grew from crappy first home to our comfy home.
I'll always remember the day we got the keys to Mr. Bee and I's first home together. It was the weekend that Mr. Bee proposed...
I was awoken early (6:30am-ish and to a professional student at the time, that's early) with a phone call from Mr. Bee. He was too excited and couldn't wait any longer for me to wake up. He told me to wake up, pack a bag (he gave me a few situations to pack for), and head down to our new home. About a half hour later, I was on the road and got another phone call from the Mr. He told me to look underneath my driver's seat. I pulled out a travel guide for San Francisco! Sweet!
I met Nana (back when she was just called "Mom") at the new house with the keys and gave her the first tour of the house. That weekend the Mr. and I went to San Francisco where Mr. Bee popped the big question on a romantic bluff on the ocean after the sunset. *sigh*
We got back in town late Sunday night and just couldn't wait to start our new *engaged* life, so we raided my parents house for sleeping bags, towels, toilet paper, the works. We created a little nest in our living room and started living in the house that night! (We also learned the hard way that apparently the utilities had been shut off prior to closing...Thank God for parents living two minutes away! Houses without running water suck.)
That was five years ago. This house has seen us through the end of law school, starting a business, job promotions, our first (and psychotic) dog, our first pregnancy and, of course, our first child. And now we have just sold her off to some douchebags like she's our red-headed stepchild. How do we know that they will love her (and hate her) as we have?
But now we're moving to greener pastures. And to celebrate, we're feasting tonight on my favorite local Chinese food (and pretty much the *only* Chinese food that delivers to our crappy neck of the woods). It's really the only restaurant in the area that I'll miss - except for Panera and Great Harvest Bread Co. (but god knows I'll be back to visit those places like every single day).
On a super, happier note, Sissy and Family moves home tomorrow! I'll be loitering around Seatac at noon tomorrow to pick them up, but it still hasn't hit me that they are back home (Western Washington) for good! They've been gone about four and a half years now and I'm pretty sure my mom is pooping herself with excitement tonight. Maybe I should bring some Depends with me to the airport...
Song Title: All Good Things (Come To An End) by Nelly Furtado
