I Have My Wooden Spoon and I Know How to Use It, Badger or No Badger

IF Jeremy read my blog [he doesn't] he'd laugh because he says I poke with a stick, I claim it's a wooden spoon.  I like to cook, not play with sticks.  He thinks I'm equally retarded and funny, and I am okay with that.

The girls and I are home, safe and sound.  Man, oh, man was this trip a roller coaster ride in and of itself.

The Sunshine State was just as pleasing and lovely as ever.  The Land of the Country Bumpkin was a series of peaks and valleys that we all could have totally done without.  And The Brother's house was more wonderful and special then I ever thought it could be.

Now, to get some things out of the way...

As far as the SIL thing, thank you to all of you who stood by me.  YOU are the one's who know me, love me and get me and it's for YOU that I write.  If you don't like me, don't like what I say, how I feel and the truths I express....  STOP STALKING ME ON MY BLOG.

Its like this, I don't particularly care for football.  It's a bunch of testosterone filled, too tight pants wearing morons ramming their heads into one another all for the sake of I WANT THAT BALL! IT'S MY BALL! GIVE ME THE FUCKING BALL BEFORE I BOWL SOMEONE OVER AND IRREVERSIBLY DAMAGE MY BRAIN IN THE PROCESS OF IT!  It's a stupid game and a stupid concept, in my opinion.  Not everyone agrees, some people really like football.  But I don't try to turn anyone against the sport just because it's not my cup of tea.  I don't watch the games in hopes that I'll find another misstep [another concussion, another over paid athlete with a short temper, large ego and sense of entitlement] to hold over the founder of all things football to prove to everyone else what a stupid man he must have been to come up with such a lame idea.   I don't like it.  So I don't watch it.

If you don't like me, don't read me.  Seems like common sense, but I guess it's like some people say, common sense isn't so common, anymore.

So.  Yeah.  In the Land of the Country Bumpkin we:
-hid in a basement for a total of 8 hours over a two day span thanks to tornadoes passing through town [one of which was a deadly one that hit the next town over],
-watched the girls find trouble since it rained nearly 2 1/2 weeks with hardly a break [cabin fever, much?],
-dealt with the SIL's drama,
-cooked good food,
-hung out with good people,
-bought warmer clothes [winter, apparently, hasn't left parts of the south, yet],
-felt helpless as the MIL suffered another heart attack almost exactly a year since her last one,
-rejoiced as a family no longer mine [due to a divorce] still accepts us with open arms,
-and felt trapped as flood waters cut off interstate and highway roads that would lead us home.

Peaks. And. Valleys.  I guess it's a good thing we've been averaging this trip once every two years.  Jer and I love our families... but that state is out to get us.  

As for The Brother's house, I'll fill you in on that tomorrow.  Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll have pictures uploaded!

Or maybe not.  You're all still waiting on pictures from the dresses I made 5 weeks ago.  Whoops!