Here I go again....

It's been quite some time that I have been in the blogging world. I've been busy so I have lots to report. First, Charles took leave, starting last Monday, and we drove to Phoenix to pick up my sister and her kids. The next day my sister and I flew to Vegas! We quickly learned Vegas is a town for people who like to party, drink, have sex with strangers, gamble and watch naked people. It just didn't have too much to offer 2 ladies with an ounce of class. We did find fun things to do though. The first day we went shopping and didn't find anything we were interested in except some delicious cookies from the Great American Cookie Company! We took a bus around town to see what there was to look at. Day 2 was much more fun! We slept in, got an $80 pedicure and stayed at the pool until late afternoon! We also went to the Bodies exhibit at the Luxor. Now, these weren't naked bodies dancing around. They were old, dead, Asian bodies that had been pumped with silicone to preserve them. It was an educational exhibit that was very interesting. It showed how the human body works, how a stroke happens, what a smoker's lung looks like and even had a rectum layed out in one of those cases. WOW! A for real deal butthole! It was quite a sight. On the way back to the hotel from that we stopped at some souvenir shops to grab somehting for our kids. We had to suffer through someone's version of karaoke while we shopped and got back to our room rather late this particular night. Oh, we did stop in the casino to use the free money we had been given for staying in the hotel. I didn't win the $3,ooo,ooo I was supposed to though! Dang it! Day 3 was a doosy! We got to check out of the hotel late, which was nice. We spent the morning at the pool and saundered back to our room around noon. Got ready and checked out at 1. We ate lunch at a Chinese place and were just about ready to go when my sister realized she had left her phone and her charger in the hotel room . We scurried to the front desk to inform the clerk we needed to get the phone. She told us that housekeeping must have the phone since our room had already been cleaned and another guest had checked in it. She told us she would call us on my phone, which was near dead, as soon as she was informed of the whereabouts of her phone. About 45 minutes passed and still not a word. Our shuttle to the airport was coming soon so we started to panic. My sister found someone else to tell her troubles to and this lady seemed more interested in helping us. They finally located the phone and sent my sister to the floor we had been staying on when she encountered a fellow with small man's syndrome. He was short and it must have made him feel better to be rude. He wouldn't let my sister get on the elevator since she didn't have a room key. She explained the situation and he didn't care. She had to run back to the desk, get a key and run back to the elevator. These were not short trips either. The funny thing about that....not one time during our stay did anyone ask to see a room key to allow us to get on the elevator. I was waiting outside because I had to pick up our luggage that we had checked in. I watched our shuttle come and go! I was panicked because I didn't think it would take my sister that long to run up to get her phone. After the shuttle had passed away out of sight I see Ericka walking towards me with a security guard. She explained what happened and the guy told us he would comp us a cab ride to the airport. We got the hell out of there! We get to the airport and go through security when we met the most irritating woman of our lives. Keep in mind my sister had been through 3 airports between Birmingham and Vegas. But of course this P.I.T.A noticed she had a tiny pocket knife in her purse. My nephew at some point, before the trip, tossed it there. The lady told us she needed to search the purse, we obliged her and she began her search. At first, we had no idea what she was looking for. She emptied the purse and didn't find a thing. She went through every inch of the purse and came up with nothing. She ran it back through the x-ray machine and could see the knife. She finally found it along with a lighter my sister had just purchased and told us we would have to check it or get rid of it. We were going to check it until we were informed we would have to check another bag and neither one of us had anything else to check. Ericka tossed the knife and was wondering what to do about the lighter when I told her to just throw it back in her purse since they didn't even realize she had the lighter until the irritant started pilferring through her purse. She stowed it in her camera case and through security we went, safely!

Needless to say, we were glad to be back home. Away from people who spend a lot of time trying to look good so they hopefully get a date. I was glad to be back around a man who knows how to hold a drill, doesn't wear pink, doesn't go to a tanning bed or highlight his hair. He burps, farts, and needs my approval on what to wear when he has to dress up. He's never sure which socks match, only has 3 pair of shoes and has never put gel in his hair. I never have to fight with him over the mirror and he knows how to use a tool belt! He's tall, broad shouldered, big footed and man sized! I love every inch of him. I don't know what I would do with anything that is opposite of that. Charles took care of all 6 six and ran the house while we were gone. He cooked a hot meal for them every night and took them swimming every day. He did need my advice on how to cook shepherd's pie but he did everything else on his own. All the laundry was done when I arrived and everyone was alive. I couldn't have asked for more. There's just something about a southern man!!!