Greetings from a Comfort Inn somewhere in Arkansas...
No, this isn't where we meant to spend the New Year. We meant to spend it with family. But the Suburban got a little cranky last night - the brakes went wonky and a wheel bearing went bad. So, thank Heaven for small favors, we realized there was a problem pretty early on, and stopped before there was actual fire, or no brakes, or stripping of the transmission. That was our biggest thing, "PLEASE don't let it be the transmission. Please don't let it affect the transmission. Please just don't even mention the transmission." (The transmission in this particular model is a nightmare. The *one* different tranny Chevy makes, and it also happens to be both the worst, and the most expensive. So. Not the tranny. YAY!)
The kids didn't mind. They're a little sad about not being at Veronica's, but we have cable. Cartoon Network and Mythbusters. Plus, they had waffles for breakfast. Not a bad New Year's Eve, really, when you're somewhere between 2 and 10, right?
Zorak and I crashed well before midnight, shortly after getting the smaller three down. I think James and John stayed up to watch something or other. They turned off the TV, though, and got some rest. Good kids. Man, if I'd had that much leeway when I was 8 or 10, it wouldn't have gone so well, what with the hotel manager calling the room to inquire why, exactly, there were children playing tag and dodgeball in the hallway. *sheepish grin* And I won't even go into Zorak dangling from a sheet over a balcony, in a sombrero and a poncho at two in the morning. Yeah, they're good kids. I don't know how we ended up with these children, but when their real parents come for them, they can't have 'em. We're keeping them.
Anyway, we meant to be up and at 'em this morning, but it took several hours to track down an auto parts store that was both *open* today, AND had the necessary assembly in stock. *sigh* Zorak, the Freezing Knight, is at the parts store, replacing the part, while we are ensconsed rather cushily in a warm hotel room, awaiting pizza delivery. We're out of diapers (um, thinking we'd have stopped last night to pick up last-minute things, heh. Oops.) but in all, sitting rather prettily. Thankful. Safe. Yeah.
OK, the children are going to realize I've slipped down to the business center. Em and Jase are sleeping (how do you wear yourself out in a hotel room? I don't quite get that, but they both went down for naps early) and the boys are doing a verbal countdown on the pizza. So I had to step out and say howdy. However, break over. Time to get back!
Happy, Happy New Year!!
May 2009 be a year of Joy, a year of Love, and a year of Growth for all of you!
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
6 comments:
Year of Joy, Year of Joy, Year of Joy! (do a Snoopy happy dance) Year of Joy, Year of Joy, Year of Joy!!!!! Call when you have a chance. Good luck to Zorak!
"They're a little sad about not being at Veronica's, but we have cable."
My daughters think the best things about travel are cable TV and swimming pools. We once went to Hawaii and a month later they were telling their friends about the cool swimming pool. :-)
I hope everything gets straigthened out with your car.
Awww... too bad you didn't make it to your destination! But it sounds like an adventure nonetheless. :) Glad your truck didn't conk out on you in a dangerous way and that all are safe.
Zorak dangling from a sheet over a balcony, in a sombrero and a poncho at two in the morning? Man, that must have been some party! :)
Have a safe rest-of-the-trip and I wish you many blessings in the New Year!
Glad glad glad you're safe, and that your kids are being so good with the changes!
Erin, I'll call you!
Henry, oh, funny! Of all Hawaii has to offer, it has the *best* pools, huh? Yes, the pool is big w/ ours, too! Em was so sad that the pool here is closed for the season. I think if they could find a place w/ a pool, cable TV, and just hammocks, they'd happily stay for a week!
Jules, it was a lifetime ago. FFA convention in high school. I try not to think about it much. ;-)
Happy new year to you, too, Dy!
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