At one point, I tried very hard to prove to my husband that the definition of the term "hoosier" meant someone from Indiana. I looked it up online and in our dictionary and, much to my horror, not only does the term hoosier mean from Indiana, in the Americas it has been a derogatory term meaning hick or hayseed since the 1800s. Fabulous. There goes that theory.
Anyway, last weekend we went on a vacation to Holiday World, an amusement park smack dab in the middle of almost-nowhere, Indiana. And it was fabulous. We stayed in an RV at the nearby campground. Said RV had about eleventy-billion (well, four) bunkbeds, a queen-sized bed and a king-sized bed. We really didn't need that many beds - there were four of us - but we did need the king-sized bed because, as we predicted, we all wound up in the same bed at some point during the night.
The vacation was awesome. Not only is Holiday World perfect for younger kids (I think much moreso than Disney, which is a whole different, my larger, kind of awesome), the park was really family friend and very clean. Oh, and extremely cheap, which is great considering that I'm looking for work.
We had a fire in the fire pit both nights, which was a riot for the kids. There were other kids in RVs nearby, too, so we had about 7 kids running around barefoot in their pajamas, tackling each other a few feet away from us while we relaxed with our junk food before falling into bed, smelling of wood smoke. It was way too cold to enjoy Splashin' Safari, the water park attached to Holiday World, but the whole experience was definitely something we'd like to do again.
So, if you're looking for a Very Hoosier Holiday, I'd strongly recommend Holiday World in Santa Claus, Indiana. So there.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
I'm an aunt!
Yay!!
My sister had a baby boy. He was more than 10 pounds, so had to be removed via c-section. I'm so happy for her!
My sister had a baby boy. He was more than 10 pounds, so had to be removed via c-section. I'm so happy for her!
Monday, January 2, 2012
Welcome, 2012. Suck it, 2011.
I shouldn't be so negative. Really, I shouldn't. But still, I am SO glad it's a new year. Not that a day really makes a difference. Still, I've never really understood why people think that New Year's Day is such a big deal. Now I do.
In 2011, I started my new year off by finding out I was pregnant then promptly almost dying due to internal bleeding and losing the baby because it was an ectopic pregnancy that he begun to burst and bleed into my abdomen. Work sucked in 2011 because we had a hefty dose of the crazy and miserable and I spent what felt like half the year (but really was only a few weeks) traveling way too frequently. A good friend of mine discovered that her breast cancer had progressed to stage 4. The kids were stressed, my husband was stressed and I was about to tear my hair out, curl up in fetal position and cry or lock myself in the bathroom and scream. I think I even did one or two of those things at some point.
Now it's 2012. Unless I'm the Virgin Mary, I probably won't get pregnant again. Then again, I didn't think I'd have eclampsia or an ectopic pregnancy (I was on birth control and breastfeeding at the time, too). Proved myself wrong there, though, didn't I? I didn't think I wanted to have more children. Now I know that I wouldn't mind having another baby, but I don't think I or my family could take the potential consequences.
Anyway, work is getting (slowly) better. The crazy has left the building, for now anyway. Or rather, both crazies have left - the one with the flammable materials hasn't come back, either. And apparently I'm going to have some modicum of control, or so they tell me.
Ragsy is doing better in school right now, Evelyn is in the terrible twos which isn't great but it's a sign of progress and my husband's business is going well. So 2012 does bring with it a certain amount of opportunity and optimism that 2011 just didn't have.
So, bring it, 2012. Make this year better than the last. Make me thinner, calmer and more sane. Make me more successful, more methodical and a better parent. Or at least help me get through 2012 without great loss, without messing up my kids too much and with a stronger relationship with my husband.
In 2011, I started my new year off by finding out I was pregnant then promptly almost dying due to internal bleeding and losing the baby because it was an ectopic pregnancy that he begun to burst and bleed into my abdomen. Work sucked in 2011 because we had a hefty dose of the crazy and miserable and I spent what felt like half the year (but really was only a few weeks) traveling way too frequently. A good friend of mine discovered that her breast cancer had progressed to stage 4. The kids were stressed, my husband was stressed and I was about to tear my hair out, curl up in fetal position and cry or lock myself in the bathroom and scream. I think I even did one or two of those things at some point.
Now it's 2012. Unless I'm the Virgin Mary, I probably won't get pregnant again. Then again, I didn't think I'd have eclampsia or an ectopic pregnancy (I was on birth control and breastfeeding at the time, too). Proved myself wrong there, though, didn't I? I didn't think I wanted to have more children. Now I know that I wouldn't mind having another baby, but I don't think I or my family could take the potential consequences.
Anyway, work is getting (slowly) better. The crazy has left the building, for now anyway. Or rather, both crazies have left - the one with the flammable materials hasn't come back, either. And apparently I'm going to have some modicum of control, or so they tell me.
Ragsy is doing better in school right now, Evelyn is in the terrible twos which isn't great but it's a sign of progress and my husband's business is going well. So 2012 does bring with it a certain amount of opportunity and optimism that 2011 just didn't have.
So, bring it, 2012. Make this year better than the last. Make me thinner, calmer and more sane. Make me more successful, more methodical and a better parent. Or at least help me get through 2012 without great loss, without messing up my kids too much and with a stronger relationship with my husband.
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