Sounds sort of cool. (It also sounds sort of why I did things like join band and drama and why other kids joined sports in high school, honestly. Human bonding and some sort of goal. The cavemen went out on hunts and to gather food to get the same experience--we just shove guys in a van, kick them out on the curb and shout, "Run you bastards, run!" for the equivalent. Eh, progress.)
So, Mate thought he'd make the most out of having to be out of town, and hauling the rest of us with him. First, he planned (along with all his running-for-charity peeps) to attend a baseball game, and thus we dragged the spawn with us--but there were some hiccups.
So, you can see by the pictures that yes--this was true. The situation was salvaged, and at the end of it all, we had a lovely time. Mate left early Saturday morning to go running, and I was to bring the kids into Santa Cruz where the race ended, and that brings us to hiccup number two.
The second hiccup was that Chicken had to go home on Saturday.
Yeah-- you heard that right. Chicken, who had been THE most excited about hanging out in Santa Cruz, had needed to go home--she is rehearsing for her senior dance for recital, the rehearsals are on Sunday, and she COULD NOT POSSIBLY MISS THIS. Period. The end.
Anyway, so we put Chicken AND Big T on a train. You heard that. I'm such a good mother I abandoned my babies at a train station in the middle of San Jose, that I couldn't find again in traffic if you put a gun to my head. They texted and assured me that yes, they did eventually make it to Roseville where their auntie Wendy picked them up and then took them to see the Avengers, AGAIN! (They saw it Thursday night with Mate and color me green!) but still. Was not thrilled to seem them go.
So it was good--even though we got back to the hotel and I had a major mommy meltdown on the little kids for ditching me when I was bringing the last of their stuff to the hotel (including their books and stuffed animals) and playing elevator tag. Why yes, those WERE my children--why do you ask? And YES, they DID get a thorough arse-reaming and a tearful timeout when we got to the hotel room. HONESTLY, I was JUST waiting until there were no witnesses. Doesn't every mother do that before she becomes completely unglued?
Today, Mate comes in (he's just texted me that the guys are done, and the first van is going to be at the hotel in a couple of hours. I'm not sure what that does to mine and Julianne's plans to go shopping at the yarn store-- *sigh* -- but I'm glad he's back, and it all went well, and he's only a little stiff and sore and not limping, like the last time he did a run with friends.) And in the meantime?
I'm glad he's back. I'm glad we came. We've had a very good time, and I'm really proud of him.
Oh-- the crawfish? The crawfish was sort of a class project for my son's classroom. I got a picture of this guy, throwing his claws around, being pissed off, and I adored him so much, I just wanted to caption that picture with "Vive la Cranky!" and make the world's first LOL Crawfish. I love him. He's the epitome of doomed chutzpah, and he'll be delicious with butter and garlic. (No, they're not going to eat them, alas-- just going to stress them out until they curl up in a ball and start to smell bad. Poor crawfish. You can just tell this guy thinks butter and Garlic would be more dignified.)
Gambling Men is out tomorrow! Yay! And to celebrate, I'm going to post the first chapter--and it's not the chapter you think it's gonna be. Yup. You all thought it was going to start with Quentin--and Quentin's first chapter, the one in the Curious anthology really is next. But the thing you gotta realize is that it all starts, ALL starts, with Jace: