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Manhattan, Kansas, United States
I'm a 33 year old woman finding her own way in life, while being a mother of almost 7 yr old girl Angel, going to college full-time and working as many hours as i can to get by. I've lived in Kansas all my life growing up in SW and now living in The ne corner for 12 years. My ex is a medically-disabled/retired OIF/OEF veteran (TBI,PTSD) and my daughter is topping the scales on height and knowledge of her age. I'm just along for the ride sometimes :)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Almost Vacation!!

I have officially began my vacation, according to work. According to what I need to get done before said vacation actually begins is another story. Tonight I still *have* to get Angel's stuff all packed, van fueled up, dishes started, DVD player charged. Tomorrow AM, driving 2 hours to meet MY mommy so Angel can spend 9 days with Gramma. Angel loves her Gramma. :) I forgot that Angel has an awesome memory and so can't tell her about going to Gramma's house until the night before. Yes, she has been asking me for the last two days (actually begging at points) to go to Gramma's house already! Nope, haven't told her she'll be going there by herself. :( Gonna miss that little bugger.

So, after leaving my most precious belonging with the only person I'd trust her with that long, I drive the 2 hours back. Have to be back in time to pick up the Disney World theme park tickets on post, take cans to the recycling center, get to the bank. Then have double bowling night, come home, have a beer (or two), and finish packing all of Mongo's (hubby) and my stuff. What the heck, I'm not going to sleep anyway because I'll be too excited!

Friday morn, we HAVE to leave the house before 7am in order to make it to KCI for our flight at 11:28. Really. A 2-hour drive to wait another 2 1/2 hours to fly. Ridiculous. Of course, all this time, I have to keep Mongo from going pyscho on some poor, stupid by-stander that can't get all the change out of his pockets in the security line. I'm praying we can get him drugged up enough (hey, I mean legally) so that his PTSD is controllable and I can drag him on that plane. It'll definitely be a true test.

That's the hardest part. Getting him on that danged plane. Of course, it wouldn't be a problem if he WASN'T IN A PLANE CRASH IN IRAQ!!!!! geez.

Then comes the fun! 7 days in sunny Florida a.k.a. Disney World a.k.a. HEAVEN!! I've never been so I'm more excited than a pre-pubescent boy from the 50's with the newest Sears catalog/woman's lingerie section. Oh yeah. :) See ya'll after vacation!!

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