Where I have been, anyway. There is really no explanation for a lot of things about me.
Last week we took a trip down to Southern Cal to welcome my brother home from Iraq. He was on his third tour and to add insult to injury his 7 month tour was extended 90 days to become a 10 month tour. I love how they call them "tours" as if they are boarding a bus full of blue-haireds and are going to be sightsee around the dunes or something.
Since we were going down south anyway, we took the kids to Disneyland one day and the beach another day and made a really exhausting vacation out of the trip. I like to exhaust myself at every opportunity. No wonder I have never carried a kid to full term (both were 3 weeks early). There isn't much to be said about it other than we are really glad to have our bro home. The rest of this post could be devoted to vacation highlights, but frankly that would be boring for everyone, wouldn't it?
For my next entry expect me to wax poetic (or rant like a raving lunatic) about the joys of raising a four year old who apparently knows everything and therefore has no use for his mother's pathetic wisdom. These are good times, people.