I Can Top That

I have to admit that, sometimes, when reading about the horror stories of parents traveling with kids, I laugh. Not because I'm a mean person and am taking pleasure from their tales. But because they act like it's the worst thing in the world. The tales from parents of one or two kids just seem so...I don't know, manageable, to me. I raised four. Everything that happened did so-- x4.

"OMG. My youngest threw up repeatedly in the car on the way to the relatives over Christmas. And then my oldest followed suit." Really? It happened to us too. But it was usually Thanksgiving. And it didn't stop at two kids. Nope. THAT was just the beginning. And they didn't just throw up on themselves or a blanket on in my hand. Nope. They threw up all over the place even though we had plastic bags (because who doesn't keep those in the car when you have kids?). AND THEN, it went through the whole family and the relatives. Yeah, fun times. Black Friday took on a whole new meaning that year.

How about the Thanksgiving when I had been telling a certain man that the van (yes, I used to drive a mini-van) sounded as though it was going to throw a rod. I was ignored. We get on the road, about three hours in and BAM! Rod thrown. New engine bought. Thanksgiving saved by the loan of another vehicle from a relative.

How about the trip back from a family gathering of sorts in Georgia and we get on the road home only to have to outrun a freaking tornado??? Scary as hell and exhilarating all at the same time. Especially with four screaming daughters that drowned out the sound of the golf balled sized hail furiously pounding the car.

Or the time that we were headed into uncharted territory with an outdated map and the AC in the car broke and someone didn't stop to ask for directions for about 2 hours and...well, you can take it from there, I'm sure.

What about the time(s) we took the boat out into Bull's Bay and it broke down. And no one was out there. For HOURS. And people were not feeling well. And yes, that would be plural 'times'.

What about a certain someone teaching the daughters how much fun surfing is. And how it's always best just before a hurricane. It's not a trip, but still.

Oh yeah. I've got plenty of tales. Crazy tales. And we lived through each and every one of them. Surprisingly. So you can imagine how comical some of the tales I've heard lately seem.

Now, come on. Let's hear your tales. If you've got kids, you've got tales!

What's In A Name?

With GRADUATION under our belts, it's time to focus on a wedding!

Most of you know that these two became engaged a couple of weeks ago on May 3.

Most of you also know that Breezy is already married and her hubby's nickname is BestSonInLawEVER. Which, as hindsight often goes, was probably not the best thinking on my part. You know, having four daughters and all.

So now, I find myself faced with coming up with SonInLawToBe's nickname. Easy? Maybe.

In other families. But not ours.

In all honesty, the lovelies call the relationship between the two 'boys' a bromance.

That being said, BestSonInLawEVER does not want any future sons-in-law to have a name that one-ups his.

SonInLawToBe wants to one-up BestSonInLawEVER.

Don't worry. It's ok, as it really is all in good fun. HOWEVER, the nickname for the new son-in-law has to be good. Clever. Just right.

So, I put it up to y'all, my most delightfully creative, funny, clever bloggy buddies.

Your assignment, should you decide to accept it, is to come up with a nickname for the son-in-law to be.

Their newest 'thing' is photo bombing---here's BestSonInLawEVER who wants to pick the winner.

Here's SonInLawToBe, who wants to pick the winner.

I'm thinking the lovelies and I will pick the winner.

After all, the winds of hormonal stasis remains in the direction of the feminine.

There will be a prize for the winner to be disclosed at a later date!

I'm thinking I'll run this for at least one week.

Just leave your idea(s) (Yep, you can have more than one!) in the comment section!

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