Back to life...

        Parties over, it had to end sometime I guess. It's back to cooking for me. We got back today after spending several days at my parents house in Kansas. No more eggs Benedict, no more waffles, no more Cheetos, no more ice cream. I will miss it. I will miss my parents too, but come on eggs Benedict is my all time favorite breakfast. Seriously, all.time.favorite.

        Truthfully I would eat anything that anyone other then me fixed. But my mom is a great cook so that's a bonus.  Anyway. We did have a great trip. It was just me and all the kids. Ray is roughing it in a terrible place right now...Boulder, Colorado. Yeah. Feel real sorry for him. My parents have a farm that used to be my Grandparents. It's a wonderful place. I went there as a child and I love that my kids get to go there now too. They have a pond so we did lots of fishing. And I caught nothing. Nothing. At all. And I fished with a bobber on my pole like I was 6 again. But at least now I can cast it out any time I want and not have to wait on my dad like I did when I was 6. Take that dad.

        No trip to my parents would be complete without a trip to Kansas City to the American Girl Doll store for Lizzie. She had been saving up her money and she bought a little craft kit thing. Of course it was a miserable trip for the boys, but I made them go anyway. I'm that mean. The high light of the trip for Parker would have to be shooting my dads gun. Yep. That's it. Oh yeah, and Timothy got sick. Really sick. So we had a trip to the doctor as well. It was a busy few days.

         And I'm just gonna tell you. The drive home was terrible. Terrible. Terrible. So bad that I could have left a few of them on the side of the road. But Ray is expecting to see all the kids when he gets back and I don't think I would be able to explain that.

       So that leaves me here, blogging instead of planning my meals for the next two weeks. I do have some things planned, black beans three times, three different ways and of course pizza every Friday night. I hate cooking when Ray isn't home. I don't know why. It's not like the rest of us don't eat.