Well, This Stanley is NOT Flat...

In fact, he is a nice little boy and as Little Bug describes him "he has chocolate skin and short black dots for hair."  We have no idea what color eyes he has because we are not going to look.  Stanley is a very funny guy.  However, he did get in trouble with Ms. W., Little Bug's teacher, because he kept bringing candy to school.  He would give candy to all his friends for favors and to trade for things that kids brought from home.  After many days on Ms. W telling him not to bring any candy to school, we had a bad day and Ms. W. had had enough.

 Little Bug's interpretation of Ms. W face when dealing with Stanley.

Then today, we came home with some little notes from Stanley.  We were not very excited so we had to talk about how to let Stanley down so they can "Just be Friends".  The trials of 2nd grade.

'Til the next adventure...

Ghosts, Pirates, and Fried Chicken...

So, I am a little bit behind on adding our adventures in the blog so bare with me... I also have been told, that I need to spice it up a bit with some pictures so...

Last Saturday we decided to take a trip into Savannah as the girls had only gone to the mall and had not seen some of the really neat stuff like the Savannah River and Historic Downtown.  Garrett and I decided that we should take them to the Pirate House for lunch for a little bit of education and fried chicken.

For all those history buffs out there, the Pirate House is a combination of many little houses and gardens from the past that have all been hooked together.  We got to eat in the Herb House which is the oldest house in Georgia, built in 1734.  It was pretty cool.  In 1753, the actual Pirate House opened so that sailors could "refuel" with a few drinks and a little somthin, somthin before heading back out to sea.  Some of Treasure Island was written at the Pirate House's upper room. Also, and it is said to be one of the top 10 most haunted places in the US. As for ghosts, Garrett says it is a bunch of crap but we like to think it is real. 

Well, we had a great time...

Okay, so we might have had some of that famous rum or maybe not...

The Bugs started it all with there kids menus, what can I say, these apples don't fall far from the tree...

After our lunch, we went and walked off some of the really rich Southern food and took a stroll along River Street.  It was a little cooler than we thought right next to the river so we had to warm up in the candy shop.  They were making taffy. Peach flavored, who would have guessed.  That was pretty fun too.  I was really proud of the girls because they were told they could each pick out a dessert.  Little Bug looked and looked and could not decided on any one thing so she decided not to get anything.  No whining or crying.  I could not believe it.  Other Bug wanted to watch what she eats.  So after we watched them make the candy, we all left empty handed.  I could not believe it. 

Making taffy...

It was a very fun Saturday with the family in Savannah.

'Til the next adventure...



I Like Bean Enchiladas...

Okay so I really don't but I have been married for over 12 years to the same man and you would think that over that time he would know that I hate beans.  Refried, mashed, black and even most jelly beans.  Every time we go to a Mexican restaurant (which is at least once a week when you are marred to Garrett) I always order rice no beans and no guac ( that is another story for another day).  Well,  we have had a rough day and I decided that Garrett could pick up Taco Bell for dinner.  We gave him our order and they no longer have a chicken enchilada burrito so Garrett did take the initiative and ordered me a grilled chicken burrito which included BEANS!  I had to laugh.  But I do love him and we all make mistakes... I just think it is funny that he and most men do not pay attention to details like ketchup only, no beans, and the wrong angel.

'Til the next buritto

Penguin Moult Syndrome or the State of Georgia?

You might know that penguins get a little grumpy and chose not to eat, bath or like to talk to each other when they moult.  Well I like to call it Penguin Moult Syndrome and it is funny that I suffer from Penguin Moult Syndrome about once a month just like most females of the human race.

However, I have been a bit more grumpy then usual and I am not sure that it is just PMS.  You see, I went to get my Drivers Licence for the state of Georgia and they were a bit busy. So, the girls and I sat there waiting very nicely for awhile. Then Garrett called and I told him he should meet us at the station as he needed to change his licence too.  Their numbering system is based on what you have to get done and does not go in order. After two hours of waiting, I muster up enough courage to go and talk to the lovely Drivers Licence Specialist who just returned from break. 

Well, it was the battle of niceness... I nicely asked if she could help me because I had been waiting for about 2 hours and she nicely informed me that my number had been called and I must not have heard it.  Then I nicely informed her that no my number was not called even once let alone their 3 times policy. Then she nicely informed me that I had not been waiting 2 hours, and I nicely informed her that 1 hour and 53 minutes was way more then the estimated wait time of 20 minutes I had on my ticket.  The battle of nice continued with lots of "I'm sorry, Mam" on my side and "No problem, Honey" on her side.

Well, we got it done, even if I have tears in my eyes on my driver licence picture or not.  I am officially a Georgian.  We will have to wait a bit more to see if it is PMS but so far the "Sugars, Honeys and Sweeties" have not impressed  me.  And what kind of State puts a peach on their DL anyway?

'Til the next Adventure

Can't a girl get a cup of coffee around here...

So, after my many adventures in the new state of Georgia, I needed a cup of coffee.  Let's say not just coffee but a Starbuck's venti, non-fat, vanilla latte. I don't have a Starbuck's in my new little town and so I decided to go for a drive "into town" to get my coffee.  It is only 26 miles and I figured what else am I going to do, unpack boxes?  I don't think so. 

Well, my little adventure took a wrong turn and I ended up in South Carolina, and still no coffee.  I did get my coffee, it just took 60 miles and an hour and a half but damn, it was worth it.

'Til the next adventure...