Hairy back shot? Maybe later.

Howdy hello. I have a backlog of events to report. The latest being my recent purchase (a mere 20 minutes ago) of an actual desk/computer chair. Catch your breath. I know it’s too much excitement for one blog entry. Once I pick up the handy dandy wheeled seating device, I’ll be all over the internet, writing like a comfortably seated über-inspired visionary. (i’m expecting this chair to change my life)

Now, on to other news that doesn’t involve my a$$ seating arrangement.

I attended my dad’s “family” reunion the other weekend…no, not that weekend…the other one…yeh, that weekend. I “air quote” because I had no clue who most of the people were. Most everyone had some affiliation with a Lurlene or Lorraine…”Hi, there. I’m Lurlene/Lorraine’s niece/daughter/2nd cousin in-law.” Okay.

Dad had to jet 20 minutes after I arrived (specifically, 20 minutes after I’d driven the 2+ hour journey…at least the twins slept and the two G’s zoned out with the dvd player the entire ride…gab even insisted on wearing the headphones out of the car and amidst the family reunioners…each person approached her slowly, commenting to me, “Oh, she’s….” -long pause- “cute”). One of my uncles had exhausted his last Percocet was not feeling well and was using my Dad’s car as the shiny red nose to guide his sleigh back to familiar territory.

So, once Dad had vacated the premises, I was left with the Lurlene/Lorraine contingency. I signed the guest book for me and my kid posse which is always an eyebrow-raiser. We have three different last names among us. Signing up for anything is a circus.

Gav Blahblahblah.

And, your daughter is Gab Blahblahblah.

No, she’s Gab Yaddayaddayadda.

So, you’re Mrs. Blahblahblah? Or, Mrs. Yaddayaddayadda?

Neither. I’m Janet. Miss Jackson if you’re nasty.

Paperwork squared away, I figured it was still too soon to hop back in the car. The kids needed to burn some energy. So, we took a leisurely stroll around the lake. Well, not all the way around the lake. Maybe a few hundred feet as I had Alani strapped to me (we’ve been using the baby björn lately as she sweats her bajeebers, whatever those are, off all mummified wrapped in the moby wrap…i, obviously, need to attend a baby wearing meeting for some wrap and sling lessons…i have a padded maya sling that’s never been taken out of the package and nylonthread relays that’s a sweaty deal, too…oh, and poor ethan…he’s so heavy, his hefty legs turn all purple and splotchy in either björn or moby…so, he usually calls shotgun for the stroller…oh, and while i’m rambling off topic here, i’ve only taken the baby limo out once…right now, it’s easier to wear alani, push ethan, and have gab run alongside…but, eventually, i’ll regularly don my limo driver hat…for now, i’m a pack mule).

Where the hell am I? Oh, the few hundred feet nature trek.

Yeh, so Alani assuming the bullet-proof vest position, Ethan in the stroller, and Gav wrangling Gab to stay on the path and away from the tempting turtles and ducks in the water.

And, here is where I illustrate my multiple personalities. Candy candy with the babies, average Joe with Gab, and an O.C.D. grouch with Gav. I should lighten up, eh? As long as you don’t press anything…because it’s recording.

I give you Pink Blanket Takes a Stroll…