Day One . . . . .

From Ogden to Las Vegas it took 6 hours, we only stopped once in Beaver. We made a quick stop at the holy land (Las Vegas Motor Speedway) to see if any shopping was available, only the gift store was open, not much there. It was a weird sensation driving into LVMS knowing that we weren't spending the entire weekend camping there, feels like something is missing. Then back on the road.

The accommodations at Chez Bell are more than acceptable. We were greeted at the door by the sir and madam of the establishment along with their trusty canine Tuff. Too bad Lily didn't join us, she and Tuff would have had a ball! We had a wonderful sit down dinner of spaghetti, salad, fresh asparagus and french bread. We sat around the table for about two hours chatting.

Once dinner was done and cleaned up we shared pictures and chatted some more. Then came the relaxation session in the spa. A balmy 92 degrees for about 30 minutes will relax anyone!

Yes kids, you were talked about, bragged about and shown off; missed a little too. Sorry no pictures yet, hope to get some tomorrow.

D-Rock insists that we are out the door by 6, that's AM not PM, so we are off to bed.

PS - Dog Lovers - Message and hugs were given, they are very excited that you are going.

Twinkle Twinkle . . . . .

We live in a very cozy house of only 1,600 square feet. Three bedrooms and 1.75 baths for four humans, two dogs and a cat can be tight at times. Bubba has always had his own floor, the basement. D-Rock and I have always wanted to move down stairs but had just never made it a priority, until it kept me up ALL night Thursday two weeks ago. The next day I sent Bubba a message to pack his stuff, he was moving in one week, he was excited since he would then have the largest bedroom in the house!

I was apprehensive on whether or not the move would really happen. Thursday hit and stuff started to move but could we really pull it off in one weekend? We didn't move the beds but did have to clean under them. I'm glad I have two big strong guys around so they could handle the desks and dressers that needed transplanting.

After all was said and done we were moved and sleeping in our new basement hide-a-way Saturday night. There are so many differences between the old and new rooms. They are geographically as far apart as they could get in our house. The old room was bright, stark white, light carpet, small closet, three big windows, a TV and a soft mushy cozy bed. The new room is dark, has 70's wood paneling, forest green carpet, double the closet, one eensie weensie window, no TV and a hard bed stuck against the wall. I was more than a little worried about the transition.

Last night was the best night. See, when Bubba was little D-Rock put up glow-in-the-dark stars and planets on the ceiling in the basement bedroom, they are still there. As we crawled into bed and turned off the lights they were shining so brightly that we just laid there, cuddled up, and looking at the stars. D-Rock even found the little dipper, he doesn't think he installed a big dipper. It was very serene and even though I missed my nightly sleep helpers I slept extremely well.

Why did we wait so long. I never want to change it.

Who ya gonna call . . . . .

the FAA? Bubba and I horse around quite a bit. He hits, I hit, he kicks, I kick. Friday night he kicked me HARD, I mean hahahaaard, and not with his toes, with his heel. I am now sporting an incredible bruise the size and shape of South America. It keeps growing and growing down my shin. I'm not savvy enough with the camera to get a shot of this bodacious bruise but if I see you I will be proud to hike up the pant leg and show it off.

Sunday Bubba, Tay, Randa and I stopped by the Buddhist church to see Numi and Zeus. I showed the bruise proudly. Bubba maintains the story that I fell down the stairs, I would have a bruise on the back side and not the front if this was the case.

Anywho, he stated that he was going to turn me into the FAA. Numi and I started laughing out loud. The he said the CPA, more laughter. I said how about DCFS? He has decided that the FAA stands for Fisical Abusees Anonymous. I then proceeded to explain that physical starts with a P.

He still maintains that it's FAA. I've said many times before and I'm sure many more to come, he is the dumbest smart kid I know. I wouldn't trade him for the world.