We’ve been very busy having all the fun

We are having a great time and I would really like to write about it using a lot of words, but it’s midnight and Gulley and I have been talking non-stop for the last two hours with no signs of stopping. And I need to get to bed at some point because Caroline and I are leaving for Houston later today for the next stop of Spring Break Road Trip 2010.

So I promise I will be back tomorrow with a long, LONG post about all the fun we’ve had in Bryan/College Station because OH THE STORIES, but for right now I just have a few quick thoughts about some things.

1. American Idol is officially on my nerves. I can’t put my finger on the exact problem, but it has something to do with Randy giving everyone the exact same feedback last night. And Lily getting voted off last week. I think I may be done with Idol forever.

Or just until next week.

2. Gulley’s mama made a pan of delicious homemade brownies for us last night. During a commercial break I went into the kitchen to get a brownie for everyone. A few minutes later, Gulley went to get another brownie for Will and walked into the living room holding the pan of brownies and wondering aloud if I was trying to cut the brownies in some sort of creative stairstep design.

Doesn’t everyone cut brownies that way? Am I the only person who believes that the edges are the best part?

Honey just said she was glad I was comfortable enough to cut brownies that way when I’m not even in my own home.

3. We went to visit Nena yesterday at her new retirement community. Caroline and I had to make a stop in the public restroom where I saw this sign hanging on the bathroom wall.

Is that a fork in the picture? Because, if so, I think that might be the oddest assortment of non-flushable items I’ve ever seen depicted.

4. Just in case you haven’t been to Target, I feel that I need to let you know that they have a new collection of all kinds of cuteness by Liberty of London.

Like this floral halter dress.

Or this trench coat.

Or, be still my heart, this cutey cute tote bag.

Y’all have a great day.

We hit the road

I had the best of intentions of documenting every minute of our road trip, but you know what they say about intentions.

Caroline and I left San Antonio around 11:00 a.m. yesterday morning which was approximately two hours later than my original plan. I blame the cough medicine and the Sudafed. And the fact that I had no idea what to throw in my suitcase because the Texas weather is completely unpredictable.

After two and a half hours in the car, one bad McDonald’s lunch, and introducing Caroline to the musical stylings of Chic performing their hit classic “Freak Out”, we finally arrived at Big and Honey’s house where she was happily reunited with her very best boys.

You don’t want to mess with the Scooter Gang. They are dangerous and have been known to whine profusely once the juice boxes run out.

Later, Honey hid some eggs and presented each of the kids with their very own Easter Baskets. It took them all of two and a half minutes to find every single egg in her backyard. And less time to eat more than half the candy.

They’re not as sweet as they look.

Actually, that’s not true. They are every bit that sweet. And more.

Most of the time.

Sudafed, pizza and road trips

Well, I spent most of my weekend trying to find the perfect combination of medications that would allow me to breathe through my nose and sleep at the same time. Needless to say, it’s been exciting around here.

Fortunately, my background as a pharmaceutical rep has given me just enough knowledge of the pharmaceutical world for me to feel confident about practicing medicine without a license. Of course my knowledge is limited to the conditions that match the drugs I used to sell. Do you have high cholesterol? I’m your girl. Urinary incontinence? I can help. Respiratory problems? Oh please. Give me a challenge.

But if you happen to have a migraine headache or some type of fungus? I can provide absolutely zero help and would really prefer to not hear about your fungus. However, I do know that the cure for diabetes is drinking two glasses of wine every night. Granted, I learned this bit of information from Gulley’s grandaddy’s cousin George who wasn’t any kind of medical professional and whose only experience was his own bout with diabetes. It’s probably also important to keep in mind that he referred to diabetes as “the sugar diabetes” which isn’t really a term that many practicing physicians have used since 1943. I suspect that George just liked his wine. And I’d suggest that you consult your physician before following George’s advice.

Ultimately, I’ve discovered that the best pharmaceutical combo for my current condition is one Sudafed and a Benadryl served with a cough medicine chaser. Two Sudafed help me breathe better but my hypersensitivity to the pseudoephedrine makes me feel like a Rhesus monkey on crack which tends to inhibit my ability to get a good night’s sleep.

But in spite of my ill health, we managed to have a decent weekend full of activities. Mainly because Caroline’s Spring Break began when she got out of school on Friday and she wasn’t really game for my suggestion that we ought to just take a really long afternoon nap on Saturday.

Saturday morning we headed down to El Mercado with Mimi and Bops to just look around. We weren’t really looking for anything in particular, but it’s fun to just go down there every now and then. Caroline was thrilled to discover they had a mechanical bull.

They offered an assortment of cowboy hats for the kids to wear while they ride the bull, but I told them we’d just take the bull ride, not the free case of head lice. Except I think what I actually said was, “NO, NO, NO! DON’T PUT THAT HAT ON HER HEAD!” because I’d taken two Sudafed that morning and was in Rhesus monkey mode.

On Sunday morning, P and Caroline went to church while I opted to stay in bed and count all the things that are fundamentally wrong with Daylight Savings Time and all this incessant falling back and springing forward of the clocks. Especially when you’ve spent half the night trying to breathe without resorting to taking another Sudafed.

After they got home, we all seemed to feel that a nap was the way to go. Or maybe just P and I thought that. Caroline was more inclined to play her Nintendo DS and occasionally poke me and ask if I was ready to get up and do something fun.

Finally, I gave in and we headed to Central Market because we were invited to a pizza party at the home of some friends and we were supposed to bring a few toppings. Let me add that the mom is a food stylist and a chef, so I didn’t really feel like some sad little pepperoni was going to do the trick. So we picked up some vegetables, basil, and fresh mozzarella cheese to go along with our sad pepperoni.

We went to the pizza party and had the best time.

Here’s Caroline rolling out her dough. In her new dress that we bought at El Mercado after the bull ride.

And here she is showing me the dough. Which actually kind of messed up the dough and caused her to have to roll it out again.

All the best pizza chefs make smiley faces out of pepperonis.

Putting it into the oven.

One of the dogs really wanted to eat Caroline’s pizza. He just knew it was a matter of time before a pepperoni fell.

His tenacity paid off in spades when Caroline dropped a whole piece of pizza.

This is the pizza I made. It was delicious. Seriously, I can’t really think about it or I’ll be sad that it’s all gone and worry that we didn’t really savor the time we had together.

And this is the other dog. Her name is Mama.

I’m a little bit in love with her even though I cut her head off in this picture. The blame lies squarely on my lack of photography skills, not a lack of love.

Tomorrow (actually today if you’re reading this and it’s Monday) Caroline and I are headed out on a little Spring Break road trip. We’re just like Thelma and Louise. Except not really because that would be wrong. So we’re like a mother and daughter on a road trip who wish they had some sort of movie reference that tied in to wrap up this post in a neat little bow.

Oh well.