MIA, Again

I know, I know. I've fallen off the bloggy wagon..... I swear I'll be back. Soon.

Fire Ring??

Fire ring? Sounds like an STD. But I have found out that it’s something you’d find at a camp ground. I’m a city girl through and thought, so I’m not quite sure how that works.
You see, Familia Martinez is going camping. Well, almost. We’re going to a camp ground and I will be sleeping in a tiny cabin while the Martinez Men sleep in a tent. I. Don’t. Camp. I don’t pee outside and I don’t sleep in tents. I’m making this concession because we haven’t done anything exciting with the kids in a while, and a trip to Disney World just isn’t in the finances. So Hubs had the great idea that we should get back to nature and what not. So now I’m spending my evenings reading about camping for novices and trying to figure out just what to do with a fire ring.
We have plans to go rafting, hiking and horseback riding. And while it’s not what I would have chosen, I find that I’m truly looking forward to it. It’ll be interesting to take the kids to do things we’ve never done, and to get them away from their video games for a few days.
Of course, my iphone will be in my pocket the whole time. I’ll go, but I won’t leave civilization behind completely :)

Watch Yer Booty, Thar Be Pirates

Isaiah ran into a pack of pirates yesterday. From the looks of it, they accepted him into their ranks.

I *Heart* Incubus

On Tuesday night we went to see Incubus. It was a beautiful night for an outdoor show, and I was close enough to see the lovely contours of Brandon’s bitchin’ abs. Um, I mean, to thoroughly enjoy the music.
This pic was obviously taken right at the start. How can one tell? Mr. Boyd had not yet disrobed.
I’m battered and bruised from the crowd, but it was well worth it. At one point I thought one of my ribs had broken, and was surely splintering into my lung, and I’d probably suffocate right there. Ah, good times. No more General Admission for me! I’m too small for this crap. Getting smashed, crushed…. Oh wait, Staind and Chevelle are playing the Congress Theater next month…. Hmmm…..

***Edit***
This is totally not my picture, but it's from that night :) I had to add it!

This is my kitchen ceiling this morning. There's a leak somewhere. Waiting on a plumber and the home owner's insurance adjuster. This is *not* a nice way to start your day!!!! Hubs came home from work and found water on the floor, started looking for the leak (hence the hole there) and couldn't find it. Of COURSE there's a bathroom directly above the leak. Cross your fingers for me that it's nothing major!!

Work Place Hazards

There’s a fucking ninja star being thrown around my office! It’s getting stuck in the walls! Goddamn it, why can’t I have a normal job, ever?!?

Ilio the Terrible

Wednesday, July 15, 2009
3:15 PM

Yesterday on our evening walk, Ilio acted like a jerk. He barked at every animal around, and topped off the walk by jumping on a woman who rode by on her bicycle. Now, he didn't growl or bark at her, he just jumped….
BUT either his collar, tooth or monster sized paw caught the edge of her shorts and ripped them open. Then he just sat there with his tongue wagging and watched as I apologized left and right and offered to pay her for the shorts. *shakes head* We went straight home after that. I just don't get it. He's such a sweetheart, my gentle giant, when we're in the house. When we're outside, he's got a split personality. I never, ever worry about people coming in the house for the first time and meeting him. Sure, he's big and he's got huge teeth, but he only shows them when he's smiling :) But once the leash is on, he's like a crazy dog.
What else is new this week? My hair is pink. I like it. We're trying to plan a camping trip for next month. My 1st floor bathroom is *almost* done, I swear. Hubs finished the tiling today! I got a birthday card and a check for $100 from a relative I stopped speaking to years ago. And my birthday is in February, but who's counting? So, normally, I ignore small gifts from this person, because I have no real desire to open the lines of communication. This though, this is money, so you can't ignore it. I told the messenger (the non-wanted person's sister) to return it. Thanks, but no thanks. It's not right to accept something from someone you don't wish to have contact with. Am I wrong?