They, whoever they are, says "time flies when you are having fun", so can time drag when youre having fun as well?

I guess I can't complain about cabin fever now, as I've extremely happy to be home again. I finally got up Friday, and went to the store, as I was completly out of food. It is strange, I decided to really stock up, get evverything in the world w/out reguard to price, and somehow I still couldnt find anything to eat when I came home this evening. I did finally remember to get some Earl Grey Tea to try. I bought EArl Grey Black Tea. I must say, it is very good, kinda strong and a bit spicy. Right down my alley.

After I went groccery shopping, I returned home to find my ex wife was on her way over to get my daughter and me. She shows up about once every six weeks to take my daughter and me out. It's not so bad, my daughter needs to spend time with her mother, and I never turn down free food. I guess she is trying to make up for all of those years she made my life hell. While I will never forget her evil deeds, I will admit it is a nice gesture.

We ended up going simply to Taco Bell to eat, as we decided to change our plans and didn't want to waste time. After we ate, we headed out to her mothers house in the country, The IN-LAW. Funny thing about my ex mother n law is, we clashed on every possable point when I was married to her daughter, to the point that we were unofficial enimies. Now that her daughter and me are no longer together, we get along great, and she is actually a pleasure to be around. We spent a few hours out there, hanging out, talking, watching her dog do tricks, while the kids played together. When we left we allowed her youngest son (7) to catch a ride with us to take him to his dads for the weekend, THE OTHER N LAW, who like his ex wife, treats me really good now that I am divorced from his daughter.

We eventually ended up at her (my ex's) house, where I decided to stay the night, as I was still sufferering from cabin fever. Besides, my daughter wanted to stay and play with her half sisters. We watched 'Waking Up in Reno', which I enjoyed, and went to sleep as we didnt get there till pretty late.

The next day I woe up sweating, as if I was in some type of steam bath. I finally realized that was because the first day of Spring brought warm tempartures nearing 80°F, and the heat was still on from the previous cold night. I turned the heat off, and went outside to enjoy a perfect day. From there it all went wrong. .. .

WE got the bright idea to get the kids dressed, and take them to the park to play. On the way to the park the breaks locked up on her car. Luckilly, we were close to a field, and pulled off the road in time, before they locked up all of the way. So now what to do? Despite the fact I am the fursthest thing from a mechanic this side of the Atlantic, I had to get under the car and try to rig the breaks so we could move. An hour later, and covered in grease, I tapped out in submission. There was a store a short way down the road, so I thought 'why not' and went and bought me a 12 pack of beer to pass the time of being stuck, and bought the kids some drinks. Then an amazing thing happened here in a city where everyone hates everyone. A stranger pulled over, and offered to help, then another. The two men worked for another hour on the car, untill they rigged it so the front breaks were unhooked, leaving us with only our back breaks. I may not be a mechanic, but I know enough to know that is not the safist way to travel, but it was sure better then sitting there on the side of the street for any longer.

We decided to throw caution to the wind, and go back to her house. After a few scares and heart a tacks later, we made it back home, long after dark. After spending a day stuck on the side of the road in the sun, I was happy to be anywhere. The kids were in bed, so we stayed up most of the night drinking beers, playing cards, and talking about the old days, when everything seemed to be in sync. Eventually the alcohol got the best of us, and we pased out around 4 AM.

Flash forward to 9 AM, I am suddenly awoke by the ear piercing sound of 3 little girls jumping around and playing in 'Hyper Mode'. Quickly though, the pain of my pierced ear drums gave way to a new pain, the type of pain that only attack those unlucky enough to be hung over. I layed there for a while, remembering the Star Trek TNG episode I had just watched 3 or 4 days ago 'Relics' where Scotty told the crew of the Enterprise D "Dont ya drink, unless you are prepaired to pay the next morning" And who says you can't learn anything from Star Trek  After an hour or so of laying on the floor feeling sorry for myself, I managed to get up and make breafast for the 3 kids.

I lounged around for most of the day, trying to shake off my hang over and screaming "CALM DOWN" to the girls every 6½ minutes. Finally I decided it was time to go home, and despite my ex's pleads for us to stay, she took us home, but not before realizing that those back breaks were almost non existant. WE would have to hit the breaks a good 20 feet in advance for us to come to a stop, thus we drove very slow, in the middle of a city with heavy traffic. We experienced a few middle fingers, some insults and racial slurs (strange, since we are both white ) before finally getting to my house. I wished her luck, and came in, where like I said found nothing to eat despite my just going shopping before I left for the week end.

Finally I decided on Tombstone pizzas for my daughter and me. She is in bed, and I am so tired I cannot sleep. It's almost 1 AM, and there is nothing on TV, and I'm too tired, and still a little dead from last night to surf the web much longer.

People get excited over 3 day week ends, but I wouldnt wish a a 5 year week end on anyone

~Myke