Babysitting adventures

I now understand the dilemmas of having a father who dates. Not that I have to get used to anyone new, I could care less, but that I will have to babysit the kids. And that is precisely what happened today from 2 to 6. I babysat two 6-month old twins while my papa took their mama out to the movies for a break. Before driving over I assumed that these would be baby's that could not crawl and would just sit in a crib with a Binky while I sat around and relaxed. Not the case. As soon as they left not one but both of them started to cry mercilessly. They then cried for 2 hours. I desperately rocked that baby until it threw up on me and then I thought that maybe this kid just hated me so I traded with my sister. The baby's names were Mckenzie and Anika, as in Anikan Skywalker I think. After we both realized that these kids were just angry people we nicknamed one Darth Vader. It seemed to fit. And of course the hour right before the mom got home they stopped and played by themselves, so the mom had no idea the kind of day that we had. Needless to say I smell like baby spit-up.....disgusting.

Somewhere over the rainbow

OK, so I finally decided it was time for me to start a blog up again because writing in my journal is just not going to happen. I made this sudden decision because 1. I can easily talk for hours on end without taking a breath and 2. I probably had the worst flying experience of my life and the world must know about it. 

First a little background information about this walk through hell they like to call traveling. I usually fly out to Virginia whenever I have breaks....alone. Solitude at its finest. But no, not this time! This time my sister was getting married in Virginia over the break which meant that the whole family was going on the 6 hour trek across America. Apparently the memo didn't pass that all 5 of my mother's offspring have traveled a minimum of 8 times per year because she insisted that we get there 3 hours early. As expected we checked our 11 bags in around 30 min. flat. Then I proceeded to eat the most disgusting piece of pizza ever. I'm 80% positive that that cheese went through another person's digestive track. Anyways, after a grueling 2 more hours we get the call that our flight from Chicago to Richmond has been cancelled, which means that we get to go home to nothing because all of our bags are on their way to Richmond. Yay. The most surprising part was that it took Michelle 23 years to realize how pessimistic our family really was, because she insisted on being happy. Let me just say that it was less than welcomed.

Round 2 was not bad at first. The flight from phenoix to Dallas Ft. Worth was pretty enjoyable. In texas I even managed to get some Wendy's out of Janette. I truly believe that the airport is one of the causes of cancer because I sat next to a seat with some sort of bodily fluid smeared on it. Finally, we arrive in Virginia!