What a fun family time we had on our recent mini-vacation!

Lovely hotel resort.

(Be even lovelier once they refund the hefty overcharge to our credit card.)

Overcharge aside, we enjoyed our time away.

Blue Bunny had a blast!  He couldn’t get enough of Lazy River snorkeling, carrot fishing, turnip tossing and all the wild bunnies running free.

I think he may even have found a little girlfriend! Ooo, la-la.

Vacation! We figure with Jim still working so much, a 2-day trip once a month might be just the ticket!  There are so many awesome places to see within 100 miles our home.

Central Texas rocks!!

How ’bout you?  Any summer travel plans?  Long exotic trips? Week-ends? Overnights? Day-trips?

Just taking a trip in your mind?

I am off now to do 3 things…

1. eat spaghetti.
2. drink more Merlot.
3. continue looking for an audio cassette of singing that someone nice and beautiful mailed me and I have to mail back.

Soon I shall enjoy answering all the amazingly wonderful comments you left here recently, and revel in the wine of your wonderful blogs.

With love, from Jannie

xoxo

Yo, handsome pool guy!

What’s up?

Hey, I may not always check to see if the camera shutter’s open.

Or do the dishes every week day.

Or break dance like I used to.

But I love you. 

And that girl does too.

We both think you’re amazing in at least 14,351,987 ways.

And we’ll forever remain in awe of your prowess at keeping a beach ball between your feet as you relax on a raft.

Happy Fathers’ Day, Pool Guy!!!

You’re the best guy we know.

All photos in this post courtesy of Jannie on a ladder chez Funster June, 2008 – a Jannie folks may not be surprised to learn was a little “different” even before she started this blog in September, 2008.

A Jannie who is whisking Jim and Kelly away today on a short vacation.

So see you when we get back.

Or before – if they have wireless.

oxoxoxoxo

I’d never ridden in an ambulance until today! (I mean yesterday.) It was kinda fun.  A bit.  Except my daughter had just broken her arm. Again.

Her second broken arm happened last fall.

Her first broken arm happened when she was 18 months old. (No post on that yet.)

But I digress.

Already.

Getting back to this afternoon… (I mean yesterday afternoon,) I was at a coffeeshop slogging away having fun writing a song when I got the call that Kelly had just bounced clear off the birthday party bouncy house onto her arm.  Poor baby.

Ten minutes and one morphine shot later, Kelly and I were running all kinds of red lights in a cute little bus with sirens and flashing lights.

Morphine for ME?  I wish.

She took the attendant’s cue and smiled along for a parting shot as we landed at the wonderful wonderful Dell Childrens’ Hospital.

A flurry of loving attendants swooped upon us.

“You’ll need an i.v., honey.  And more morphine.”  Why not?

Morphine for Mom?  Not a freakin’ chance!

Next photo — NOT for the faint of heart. So rush on past, if you must.

Nope — NOT good.  Both the ulna and that other bone – what the heck is it called?  Tibia? Fibia? Patella? Rotini? Fuselli? Funnybone? Nope. Oh, what IS it?? Oh, yeah, the RADIUS!  Funny name for a bone that’s actually not round. I think. Maybe I missed that day in my orthopedic surgeon’s class.

But anyway.

She’d broken ‘em both real nice. But luckily, not completely off – just kind of hanging together.

Daddy’s here!!

And so is iCarly.

(The tv show.)

(You know — with Miranda Cosgrove?)

Kelly wants to BE Miranda Cosgrove.

Hey, what’s that lady doing???

Ahhhh, dripping a little versad into that girl.

And some sleepy meds, and off to la-la land goes Kelly.

Luckily, she didn’t have to go to O.R.  — they wheeled in all kinds of fancy machines and were able to “reconstitute” (or whatever term they used) her bones right there in her little E.R. room.

Jim and I were kindly asked to “step outside” for said reconstitution.

But we came back to see this…

Ahh, much better! Nice straight arm again.

Then were asked to ”step outside” again when the firetruck x-ray machine came in.

I wanted the palm tree x-ray machine, but they were fresh out.

Back in we went.

Looking much MUCH better than her twisted “swan” wrist manoeuvre of above.

Then… they took a saw to my baby’s arm!!!  Well, just a vibrating one.  And just to the cast, to loosen it to allow for swelling. But still — I hate when they do the saw thing.  I’ve been through it 3 times now, and it never gets any more pleasant.

Then… they brought out the blue swiss cheese elevation thing.  I’d've preferred gorgonzola, but broken armed beggars can’t be choosers.

Wakey-wakey, Baby.  And drink your blue Powerade, so you we all can go home.

Wake up, Sweetie!

Oh well.  At least there’s Fox News to help bide the time.

Her feet are getting HUMONGOUS!!  When did that happen!?

Then there was puking. (I was a little tied-up to catch those action shots, sorry.)

She woke, drank the blue Powerade, rested 10 minutes and puked.  A lot of blue Powerade puking.  All over.  And on my jeans, socks and shoes.

But – into each life a little puke must volatiley project. Shakespeare said that, right?

Bedding changed, floor mopped, the Kelly snoozed a bit more.

Hey, that blue thing makes a great pillow!!  She only has to have it on 2 days, then can sling it.

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It’s ’way after midnight as I post this. Heck!  It’s way after 1:00 a.m.!

She’s sleeping here beside me, yes in the blue cheese thing..  And she’s okay.  My baby is fine.  No Kung Fu or gymnastics for 6 weeks or so.  But plenty of cuddles, movies, books, who knows what else and such, will transpire.

I have drunk 2 glasses of wine as I uploaded these pics and wrote this.  And eaten popcorn. Nice dinner!

And my baby is whole and healing.

All is well.

But should we give serious thought to – as Jim points out in the short video below — “take out a membership in the hospital” as in a Frequent Arm Breaker Program??

God, I hope not!

Good-night!!

xoxoox

My eyes may have been closed in this picture but my heart was wide open for you.  And still is. And always will be!

Happy Anniversary to the best man I’ve ever known.   xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Yes, Dad has been known to actually drive his snowmobile on SNOW — not just on summer grass!

Winter!! How wonderfully wonderful it can be.

Kalyani’s par-amour likes the coldest season because he doesn’t sweat as much as in summer, cutting down on laundry hassles.

What I like — no, what I absolutely LOVE about winter is being able to wear wonderfully wonderful long dark pants and long sleeved sweaters. That cozy covered-up feeling makes me feel like The Ultimate Real True Jannie, the Jannie destined for the happiest of hippity-hopping  everywhere I go.

How ’bout you?  What do you like about winter??  (If anything.)  

(The above photo of Dad, niece and nephew, December 2009 was pilfered borrowed from my beautifully wonderful sister’s blog. )

xoxo