To the Window, to the Wall....

The title make no sense to you? Well that's because you weren't on the float of a lifetime at the Buffalo with me and my friends!!

I got to go on a trip with adults! (I should clarify: our drivers licenses say that we are, in fact, adults. Our behavior on the river? More along the lines of college students.)

It was GREAT! No kids allowed. There were no timeouts (okay, one) and no dirty diapers (ok, one)....just me, hubs, 5 great friends, a crap-ton (actual measurement) of food and beer and some serious good times. Memories galore!

Now, if you have had one of these so-called adult weekends, but just aren't sure if it was a memorable success, here are some questions to ask yourself to find out if you have just had a great weekend with your friends:


#1 Were there were countless things that were so funny and SO great, but to tell someone else would be a waste of time? Classic you-had-to-be-there material? Let me give you some examples.

Here we go: Doritos, the Great Leach Prank of 2010 (actually, not funny), Jamaican footwear, Mush!, the unintended spill into the drink, butth*le infection, "we're taking on water", Alanis concert on the porch, Journey concert EARLY in the morning, "can't touch this".

Did you laugh? See, you weren't there. Not humorous. Except maybe"butth*le infection". That's just funny.

Okay, moving on....


#2 Are there things that keep coming back to you days after you've gotten home and they make you laugh out loud when they come to mind?

I literally laughed out loud while driving with my 9 yr old in the backseat of the car. He thought I was a little cuckoo-bananas.


#3 Did you start planning the next trip on the way home?

I wish that this blog posting could have been filled with more stories that make you laugh until you fall out of your chair (I did that on this trip, except it was a shoreline that I "fell out" of), but the point is that if you have friends like I do, both past and present, you have these little moments, these little incidents that you had to be there for to laugh at and commit to eternal memory. Like "fry, pie and large poffee"....Melissa Claire. Put it in the vault.

So while I am sorry that I am not splitting your sides with the story about beating someone with the insole of my shoe (Laura), I feel so fortunate that I was there while they were happening and that I share them with the people that I share them with. I'm also thankful that they will tolerate my random belting of songs. And belching.

Look, you just had to be there.

It's too bad you weren't, really. The story about Wade giving Chad his Ball sack is pretty funny.

Sweet Carolina, bah bah bahhhh

I hate sweet tea. Hate it. Makes me gag.

I realize that this announcement means that I will probably have to turn in my Certified Southerner card, but c'mon, you don't honestly think that Scarlett O'Hara would have actually sipped that vile stuff. Not my girl. No way.

One day last week I was gripin on Facebook about how freakin' hot it was and that all I wanted to do was sit inside and sip tea. UNsweet tea. My friend Molly told me (through the magic of wall-to-wall comments) to try sweet tea vodka.

Huh.

I did not immediately "unfriend" Molly. I trust Molly. Why? Because I do not believe that Molly would ever, under her own power, ingest real sweet tea and that is something that I can believe in.

Besides, the girl knows her stuff when it comes to the drinky drinky.

Tried it. Loved it. Gonna try it again real soon. Even splashed in a little Simply Lemonade to give that freshed squeezed lemon wedge effect.

Thanks, Mols!

Sweet Carolina's Sweet Tea vodka. What's more Southern than that?!

Gimme that card.

I can say "sh*t" if I want to......

So, my dad says that I need a place to talk about my own stuff and that I should leave my stuff off of the blog named after my kids.

He's right.

Here's the deal: I have two very funny little guys I claim as my kids. Ben (he's not quite nine) and Oliver (he's very much two). That alone leads to some pretty cute pictures and very funny stories.

Like the time....nope, wrong blog.

Let me get to my point. Yep, I'm a mom, but it's not the only thing I am. I'm a wife, a friend, a daughter, a fan of 80's hair bands and mourner of MJ. I cuss *gasp*, have a political opinion *shudder* and appreciate a killer martini.

I'm 29 now...fine, 37...and I love my kids more than bacon, but I do want to talk about more than potty training and Mario Kart.

I need a place where I can say "sh*t" if I want to.

So, my dad made me get this blog and I'm glad he did. You, on the other hand? We'll just have to see.

sh*t