Howdy ho! We got up and out the door extra early this morning to meet up with my Aunt and her kids at my Grandmother's house for a garage sale she was having. Who knew Thursdays were big traffic days for garage sale hoppers, but apparently so. I have come to the conclusion that trying to get yourself and two kids ready to be somewhere is the equivalent to planning a wedding for 200+ guests in 3 days. It can kick my ass. I guess I'm just ill-prepared. If only I would follow my Grandmother's advice and start gettting ready the minute one foot hits the floor. When my Grandmother is in town, and let's say we have to be somewhere at 10 a.m. collectively, she'll instruct me to give her the boys clothes and she'll dress them. At 7:08 a.m. Maybe she's fuckin' right.
I think I have the time, and then, it's like 'holy shit, holy shit, holy shit'. And, really, my boys were being totally cooperative this morning, so I don't know what I'm complaining about. Well... it would be great if they just read books quietly in a corner while I got everything ready, but that's never going to happen. They are usually swinging golf clubs around or taking buckets of toys and sprinkling them around the house after I just picked up for the 28th time that morning. Aaaahh! It's just so many things to remember and let's face it, women take awhile to get ready, poor boys. I feel like there's a huge egg-timer in the house (tick tock tick tock tick tock...work faster biatch) and I better be in the car with tires rolling between 9:30-10 a.m. or I will have HELL to pay...meaning Mack will be at my feet demanding to put down for a nap. No movie or show will cure his pain.
I have been mentioning the little science museum in Spring Branch now for quite some time. It's been around so long, my parents even took school field trips there. And, I always loved to go. I would make my Mom take me on the weekends. So, you know me. Squeeze as much into an outing as I can for fun's (fuck's) sake. After the morning garage sale rush, I corraled the seven of us to head over there. Keith was not sure what kind of adventure he was in for and he thought I may have made the whole museum idea up in my "not so accurate" memory. Lisa got a big kick out of the trip down memory lane. As did I. It was pretty much just as I remembered and really enjoyed sharing that with my boys. I think they'll appreciate it more in a couple of years, but I think we'll have to do a lot more explaining. We came to the conclusion that this was a much better option than the zoo because it's in the A/C, you get to be a lot closer to the animals and it's free. Too bad all the animals are were shot dead and stuffed.
Future Field-tripper
I could be wrong, but I dont' think the taxidermist really caught the essence of this fox.
Things got a little hairy at this exhibit. The boys asked why the tiger was biting the deer. Lisa and I told them that's what they eat...just like we eat meat. Lisa saw this taking an ugly turn, so she started in with, "tigers are carnivores, honey. And...carnivores eat meat in order to survive..." The boys in unison let out a "awwwww" and then that's when Keith jumped in and said "They're playing." We said, "yeeaaah, they're playing". Good one. Phew!
Kale with the big polar bear I had told him and Keith about.
Oh, look, a lion and an antelope having a grand ole time! They're best buds.
Notice the boys trying to deal with the horror of the alligator eating the fish. Poor fishie.
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