When April started, I was going to start a blogging challenge. Posting every single day, for 30 days. Well, April 1st came and went and I still haven't posted.
I'm a little embarrassed. I looked at my last post and realized it's been a good long time, so when I come back, I should come back with a little bang or at least something a little entertaining, ya know.
So, I'd open up the laptop and meh....nothing. I have a lot to share, no one loves to hear me blather away more than me, I just can't figure out if I should backtrack and fill in some holes or just wait for something exciting to bring it all back again.
Well, nothing exciting has happened and if I fill in the holes, I'll easily exceed the 30 day challenge in one sitting. So, I'll start with the end of the world.
You may or may not know that yesterday was the beginning of the end of the world. No? Oh, well, sit down, I'll fill you in on what you missed.
It started out alarmingly enough with a text from my oldest daughter right after school. What did North Korea just do? Are we being bombed? What, wait, come again? She did come again, this time with screen shots of headlines that North Korea is coming and the end is here! Whoa, whoa, whoaaaa, slow down, we're not going to die, all is fine....as I'm secretly fumbling around for a remote control.
Ok, anti-missile equipment in Guam is kind of a big deal, but no, we are not dying (today), go on with your day, I'll see you at home later. No really, it's cool. All good.
I got home and Brian was making the most amazing meat-loaf, the house smelled so good I bet I could have cracked off a corner of sheetrock for an appetizer. Granted, I was starving, and yes, I'm a tiny bit too proud of how good our first beef slaughter went, but still, it smelled divine.
So much so, that I insisted we eat at the dining table as opposed to the counter or take-out plates in the family room. All settled in and the topic easily turned to North Korea and the conversation was rather spirited. We covered it all; the difficult position Kim Jong Un has gotten himself into, the defiance and reprimand that got him here, the frustration he must feel as a leader being spanked by the UN and the subsequent rolling out of the US arsenal that is making it difficult for him to get his crazy back down to a more manageable level, with a side of hold a good thought for China and Russia whilst they try to get this under control. Topped off with a "no, I really don't think we're headed to a nuclear war. "
All good. Then, I mistakenly thought that this is a good time to transition to a chat about a "family plan". Not for a bombing, but say, for a tornado or flood. (note; Gusty missed this part and for the rest of the conversation, inserted bombing and war, you'll see her reaction later) These natural disasters are, afterall, kind of a problem in our area. A meet-up plan, if communications fall apart, is smart.
Olympic Gold fail.
I.kid.you.not, at that exact moment, a helicopter roars low over the house, it's dark outside, the walls vibrate and everyone lost it. I'm on damage control, "Oh my gawd, that is Mayo One. It has flown over this house ALL of your life!' Brian is laughing. Dane goes redneck, "I'll get 'da guns!!!" Brian laughs harder. Madison wells up and fires back "what guns?!!!" and Gusty is bawling.
Pass the meat loaf.