Friday, June 1, 2007

Gone Fishin'

Yep. Hillbilly Mom has gone fishin'...FOR DIAMONDS! So I will be off-line for a couple of days. Unless Lappy hooks me up.

I am even sicker than a sick dog today. I called the doctor for some sweet, sweet Histinex. We'll see if he comes through for me. I'll know when I go to the pharmacy around 3:00 to pick up some Lisinopril and Zyrtec. Yes, they pale in comparison to my sweet, sweet Histinex.

#1 son and I are playing bar trivia tonight. Well, we're not actually in the bar. That would be pointless, don't you think, for a 12-year-old and his mom who doesn't imbibe? We will be in the restaurant part, playing that little box thingy to answer questions on the TV. I don't really feel like it, but we have already committed. #2 is happy as a clam, because he gets to go to Grandma's house. HH thinks he is going to load the Large SUV for the trip tomorrow, but DUH, we will be driving it to the bar.

Most of our stuff is packed, except for the medicines, and toiletries, and extra pillows, and hats, and books, and entertainment devices. And directions. Hmm...maybe I should go finish packing. I did 4 loads of laundry already. Even though I'm on my deathbed. Even though HH likes to say, "You ain't the first woman to ever have a cold." Maybe not, but I put some boiled eggs in a salad a while ago that came from a carton stamped: sell by April 16. Do you think they were safe to eat? I told the kids to smell them. The kids who gave me this cold. They both said, "Smell like eggs." When I started eating the salad, it tasted a little off. I thought maybe it was because I have this cold, and some flavors kind of drop out, and others become prominent. Sweet Gummi Mary! Don't let me be like Homer Simpson with that big sandwich that he dug out of the garbage can. We'll know in a few hours, I suppose. So there, HH. Maybe I really WILL be sick as a dog. And so will you, because I left you a part of that salad in the fridge. Can eggs spoil a vacation?

Come to think of it, we haven't been back to Branson since HH ended up at the emergency room for 11 hours. I think that's how long. You know how time flies when you have to leave the motel at 2:00 a.m. with your 7-year-old and 10-year-old and drive through the dark in search of Skaggs Memorial Hospital. I bet Diva's made that trip, though. Perhaps with the Amazing Technicolor Childfoot. Ahh...good times.

Sooo...everybody should check in here every day of the weekend, because I just might be able to post something. I mean it. Those of you who only read me from work, drive to work and sneak in. Just in case. I'm sure they won't prosecute when you explain that you didn't want to miss one word of Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's wisdom in the event that she can glom onto some internet while she's on vacation.

Bon Voyage!

9 comments:

The Unrepentant Gallivanter said...

Wellll, I WILL check! Because I spend more time checking than writing on my own blog (where I did write about being sicker than a sick dog)....
Plus, I want to hear about how the home pillows throw down on the so-called hotel pilows!

Betty said...

Have a good time, HM. I hope you find a big old diamond. Failing that, I hope you enjoy Branson.

Hillbilly Mom said...

UnGal,
Oh, no! M-O-O-N spells "I hope I didn't plagiarize you!" I'd better keep one eye on those pillows.

Betty,
Thanks for the good wishes. We're off bright and early Saturday morning. Within 10 minutes we will all be arguing. That's our nature. Sometimes, we don't even make it out of the driveway before the feudin' starts.

Redneck. Diva. said...

I'd have taken my own pillow to Disney World, but what with that whole having to weigh my luggage and stuff and the suitcases were barely zippable as it was....I had to leave me pillows at home. By the second night I'd stolen a pillow from the kids' bed and one from my mom's room. Paul had a pair of sweats rolled up under his non-pillow.

Y'all have fun, tell my beloved Branson that I'll be returning soon and don't forget to suggest to your kids that "Diva Diamond" would be a wonderful name for any large diamonds dug up....I'm just sayin'....

Cazzie!!! said...

Have a great time HBM :)

Mean Teacher said...

I miss you. Come home. Or crank up a laptop.

Within 10 minutes we will all be arguing. That's our nature. Sometimes, we don't even make it out of the driveway before the feudin' starts.

Signs of a happy family. As long as no one is being beaten on a regular basis. (The occasional beating is acceptable.)

MrsCoach2U said...

Leave some diamonds for me! I'll need to find a big one to pay for the gas to get there and back!!!!! You will have to find a HU-FREAKIN-MONGUS one to put fuel in your Large SUV!

Melina said...

have fun!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Diva,
HH swiped my motel pillow the first night. Not to worry--I had two of my own. The kids used them in the car. You probably wouldn't loan your pillow for kid-droolin'. What with not sharing your drinks and all...


Cazzie and Melina,
Thanks for the good wishes. We had a great time.


Meanie,
Lappy tried his little heart out, but we could not connect. More on this next post.

And the feudin' DID start in the driveway. That's our nature, by cracky!


Mrs.,
We left all the diamonds for you. I think your kids will love it. We didn't have time for the water park, but it looked like fun. It's right beside the entrance. You might want to check it out. It's not very expensive, according to their website, but the hours of noon to 6:00 didn't fit in with our schedule.

Are you taking your camper? Because it is a state park, you know. And the campground was right there. I don't know if you can reserve campsites or not. They stamp your arm at the diamond park, and if you don't wash it off rinsing your gravel, you can come and go all day. It's open 8:00 to 8:00.