We’re home. Plus one ankle tattoo + one six year old who wanted to come home with us + TWO DAYS of Disney Land and California Adventure + Six hours of driving X work at 6:00AM = *shudders*

Details and 142+ pictures tomorrow.

*falls alseep*

Monday morning:

2:50A.M.
*wakes up*
*listens as helicopter flies over house rather low*
Me: What the hell? Does the asshole realize people are SLEEPING DOWN HERE!
*falls back asleep*

2:55A.M.
*wakes up*
*listens as helicopter flies over house AGAIN. Still low*
*hear Ben stir*
Me: What the hell is with the helicopter?
Ben: *grunt*
*TRY to fall back asleep*
Ben: *snore*

3:00A.M.
*listen to helicopter come back and start to hover*
Me: What the FUCK is going on?
Ben: What’s it doing?
Me: I DON’T KNOW!!
*gets up to look out bedroom window*
Me: It’s shining it’s light around. It’s looking for something.
Ben: Where is it?
Me: Out there. *points out window*
Ben: *grunt*

*goes to living room to look out sliding glass door*
*gets camera*
*contemplates using long exposure and Night Shot mode to capture helicopter*
*realizes I’m far too asleep to get the do all that… shoot I’m having problems turning the thing ON*
*takes picture*
*closes front window and check locks on doors*
*gets back in bed*

Ben: What’s going on?
Me: I don’t know. It’s looking for something. I checked the locks and closed the window in the front because I don’t want some lunatic trying to get away from the police IN THE HOUSE.
Ben: Did you close the sliding glass door?
Me: No. *shit* I’ll go close it.
Ben: Sorry.
Me: No, it’s okay.
*goes back out on balcony and sees the helicopter has now found whatever it is it’s looking for because it’s hovering in one spot with the light fixed on one location*
*close door anyway*

3:05AM
*lay in bed listening to helicopter hover outside our bedroom window*
*contemplate getting up to close bedroom windows but realize the room will get really warm really fast that way*
Ben: *snore*
Me: How in God’s name is he asleep with a helicopter hovering OUTSIDE OUR BEDROOM WINDOW?!?

3:15AM
Ben: *snore*
Me: Oh God if you make it stop I swear I might actually think you exist. Shoot, I’ll become a born again Christian and preach your word door to door. Seriously.
Me: …
Me: Rocket launcher. That’s what would stop it. The heat seeking rocket launcher from the original Unreal Tournament. One shot. Big boom. Back to sleep.
Me: …
Me: Or the BFG!! The BFG from Quake 3. No need to chance any of the fuckers living through the blast. BFG would ensure the assholes would never keep me awake again.
Me: …
Me: Of course, it is over a residential area and the BFG would take out a few houses too because it’s flying so low. I guess the best bet would be a rocket launcher. The Counter Strike rocket launcher would be good too. But the UT rocket launcher is just so easy to use. Keep AIM for 5 seconds and the thing is guaranteed not to miss plus it’s got a smaller blast radius than the CS launcher… Yeah, that’s it, UT rocket launcher.

3:27AM
*helicopter starts to fly away*
Ben: *stirs*
Me: I figured out the best way to get rid of it was the rocket launcher from the original Unreal Tournament.
Ben: *grunts*
Me: I thought about the BGF but the shockwave would have done too much damage to the homes below it.
Ben: Counter Strike’s rocket launcher would have been good too.
Me: Yeah I thought of that too but eventually ruled it out. The UT launcher is the way to go.
Ben: Okay.
…..
Ben: You are going to blog that, right?
Me: Probably.
*cuddles*
*falls asleep*

I’ve been trying to get into my blog application to post since Monday but for some reason it would let me see the dashboard but not the post.php. Sucked!! Anyway, I seem to have it fixed now so YAY!

We’ve been going pretty much non-stop since Saturday. The wedding was FANTASTIC. Beautiful and hot and so fun to see all the family and hot and great food and… hot. But such is Bakersfield in the summer.

Sunday we drove from B-town to Oceanside and my dad actually let us stop TWO WHOLE TIMES for bathroom breaks. Two times, people. That’s like asking for snow at the wedding in Bakersfield in the dead of summer. When we got here we had sushi then took a quick trip to the marina to my dads boat so the kids could glow in the Red Tide. It was really cool. Basically anything that makes the water move also makes the water glow. So as they’d swim around he boat the water around them lit up. I wish I’d had the camera but you are just going to have to take my word on the fact that the collness factor was through the roof!!

Monday we took a trip down to the beach. Cassidy got farther into the water than I’ve ever seen her go. She was having a blast getting totally creamed by wave after wave after wave. I tried to boogie board but never actually caught a wave in,.. but had a blast getting creamed by wave after wave after wave. heh

Yesterday I took the day to relax. I’ve been fighting off a cold since Sunday and was not giving my body a chance to rest at all. Last night Ben’s parents came over to eat here at my dads. It was quite nice. And not just because we got to have The Reid Family Taco’s!!! Getting our parents together is something that we’ve both wanted to do for quite some time now because they are so similar. The world didn’t even implode on itself. So I’d say it was a successful event.

Today we got up late, like normal and went to meet Ben’s parents for lunch before they had to catch a flight home. We are back at the house now and the rest of the brood is out seeing The Fantastic 4 so I thought I’d take a minute to update you all on what’s going on.

There will be a TON of pictures when I get home!! I think I’ll finish the Eurocopter post and get it up so you all can laugh uncontrollably at my crazyness.

Have a good rest of the week, all!!

I’m out of town with The Benjamin and The Princess visiting The Dad and The Rest of The Reid Clan. Probably won’t post till after next Sunday when we get back.

Will miss you all! Have a fantastic week and weekends!!!

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Send positive vibes to victims and their loved ones. So sad.

And so fucking unnecessary.