I guess I should introduce myself. I am Tracy, aka Mrsk. We live in Southern Illinois. I live with my wonderful boy friend who happens to have Cerebral Palsy and is in a wheelchair. He has a wicked sense of humor and introduced me to the wonderful world of Disney, now I am totally and completely addicted!!
Hi, Tracy. I think I asked you at some point where in IL on someone's TR, because I am from Champaign Co. originally. I still visit my parents there all the time. I tend to miss the midwest.
Anyway, I'm CE, have 6 year old twins, Buzz & Woody, and live in NH now.
HI CE. We were worried about you. Drama at the lake
It wasn't even drama - I'll explain in a minute.
Witchy poo is really an idiot.
Oh, dear god. I'm glad you're getting out of her clutches!
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No, it was just a long LONG weekend, if you KWIM. We had the neighborhood gathering at a lake about an hour away on Sat. That was fun, but a long day.
Sunday we had the cookout at D's coworker's friends' house - so it was pretty fun, but a little stressful as I knew no one but D's coworker, you know?
Then yesterday we were invited to go boating with our really good family friends - the ones we do all the holidays with, the wife is back to work as an airline pilot, as some of you may remember? Anyway, I hadn't seen her since the week school got out, so I was happy to go.
I just hate the way they "boat".
They have a nice little motor boat. When I'm on a boat, I like to GO. The wind in my hair, the bumps as we do waves, just the going.
Our friends go and park.
I wouldn't mind a little bit of stopping to swim or whatever, but here's what happened:
We were going to meet at the state park beach at the south end of the lake, because John (the DH's) brother was visiting, so technically we were one too many for the boat's capacity. There's a nice little beach with a boat lane where you can pick up/drop off passengers, etc.
So we got there about noon and it was just blowing nearly gale force winds.
The forecast had said 80 and sunny, and it WAS, but it was also probably only about 60 with the wind chill. Everyone had on jackets and pants, the kids wouldn't go in the water, etc., etc. We were watching the foot high waves (unheard of on this quiet lake) and the whitecaps and knowing we're not boating.
But, John, D, and the brother went to check out the conditions at the marina, which is on the exact other side of the lake.
They came puttering along after a while, saying it was perfect up on the north side.
OK.
So we packed everything up and drove up to meet them at the marina. It was probably 2:30 before we even got ON the boat.
I was hoping for an earlier evening, since we had school, many late nights, D had to fly this morning, etc.
So then we went 5 minutes away from the marina
and parked on a sand bar. The kids were in about ankle deep water, so they had fun splashing around, but we just sat. And sat. Not deep enough to really swim. I waded for a bit. We talked, but Deb's BIL is not terribly social (in fact, her DH, his brother, thinks he probably has Asberger's, it's just not something that was diagnosed 40 years ago) and so whilst Deb & I were trying to have a nice little gossip, he was sitting on the boat with a towel over his head.
It was just a little weird and uncomfortable.
Anyway, after nearly 3 hours, John decided it was time to pack up. And we headed the 5 minutes back to the marina, when suddenly John & D decided it was time to water ski. At 6:00 in the evening. When all the kids are wet and cold and it's dinner time. Swell.
So they did, and then Woody got up, which was pretty cool!
But we didn't get off the boat until nearly 7:00. No dinner, still having to drive 1 1/2 hours home.
So by then I knew we were really going to be late, so why not stop as a group for dinner? We stopped at a little diner we love, but it was getting pretty late and the kids weren't on their best behavior, and then we still had an hour to get home.
It wasn't awful, and I know I sound ungrateful for griping about a nice day out with friends, but it was just all a little annoying, you know? And if it had been Saturday and not Monday, I might have been better at going with it all, but it was the end of a long few days.
Sorry, I just needed to vent that out.
Hi Tracy! We've met...so I'll spare you the gory details of my wrap sheet. 
