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In the spirit of just having booked our tickets for our very first actual vacation, one that is not tacked onto the end of a business trip and the King booking one of these bad boys to tour Ireland and the UK… I will share an old post about the Princess’ fear of the family RV vacation…
Today I felt like pulling out something old to share with you… For new readers, you will get to dig deeper into my mind and for you faithful from the beginning readers, it’s fun to look back… right?!
Our Spanish vacation is over, we’re heading home at 500 miles per hour. Racing the darkness, traveling against the rotation of the earth. It’s funny that every time you return from anywhere to the USA, you time travel backwards. If only you could get a little younger or a little thinner in the process.
We spent a couple of days looking around Madrid while the King did the business. It rained the whole time but we still enjoyed the sites. The kids even tried Spanish McDonald’s.. verdict? It’s the same.
Ok so this has bugged me forever…. when I do laundry, there are always left over socks…… ALWAYS. Why? What happens to them? Is it just reckless abandonment by the wearer? I know when I take my socks off I am very sure to put both into the basket at the same time…. but still even mine go missing.
Here, today, in this house the scramble for back to school was not so much a scramble as a drag my arse across the floor and cry like a baby. It was dark , it was cold and it sucked. Two young people are at the bench, trying desperately to get more sleep and not go back to school.
The weather cleared enough this morning to spend the day outside. Uncle Glenn arrived with his big boys, the C’s and a box of clays. Having had a little taste of shooting on the farm, the kids were keen to have a go. In previous years they were too small to be able to use the guns. This trip they …
Uncle Glenn hasn’t really spent much time with the kids over their lives. We’ve always lived far apart. Today, however, he gained legendary status in the eyes of Grand Master D and Miss Gremlin…. After the BBQ he took them out in the back block and taught them how to drive. They won’t forget this trip any time soon 🙂 …
So we’re going away, we’re leaving the country, we’re heading off into the wild blue yonder, we’re travelling Down Under….on QANTAS of course 🙂 We’re going home, not this home, the other home, for a visit. I can’t be the only person who has 2 homes in different countries. It’s just how I refer to it all.
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