I pawned off the kids (thank you very much) and high-tailed it to Chicago with my friend Kevin. Yes, Kevin! You're infamous now that you've made the blog!!! Kev and I road-tripped to Chicago and hit up the Blues Fest. Then, after only three hours and four over-priced Miller Lites a piece we were back on the road to Indiana. It was a great day, filled with human oddities and all sorts of nonsense.
Let's see....we saw some great blues, played by...well never mind, that's best left for another day...We saw Hispanic men who sold watermelon from the back of trucks (while repeatedly rocking the sign of the cross -- what was THAT about?). Then there was the character who thought it proper to wear a bright orange Bears parka and a ski hat -- considering it was close to 90 and muggy, I'm thinking it was ill-advised, but whatever. Then there was the senior citizen in pink who wore Chiquita banana head gear -- it was quite the look, by the way....the two cyclists in full on bike shorts and helmets who got their groove on and danced the day away....Oh, yes...it was a day.
Upon returning to LB Kevin and I picked up some of our respective demon spawn and hit up the Tree House as the four Miler Lites just didn't do it for us. I was able to get some school house gossip out of Kevin and his 7th grade daughter -- Donna, we really need to talk -- and after giving my kids entirely too many quarters to play random video games, I then enjoyed the Anderson deck with a friend and a bottle (or two) of Chardonnay. Shocking, I know. The quote of the night? When my seven year old said, "Erica? When did my mom stop paying you to be our nanny and start paying you to be her friend?" Nice....I've now sunk to an even lower low....sweet.
Later? Found that I had entirely too many teenagers playing hoops in the driveway...not even sure how many....the neighbors for some reason frown on this...the LB cops have been summoned a couple of times due to their shennanigans, but I could give a shit. The sound of kids shooting free throws makes me a happy girl. And then later? I couldn't find my oldest kid who had only returned from Chicago a short time ago. Always nice when you lose of 6'3" 16 year old. Good parenting, no?
It's now 7:00a.m. -- just back from taking my ungrateful 14 year old to a basketball tournament.....he's an incoming freshman and playing with the varsity team in a tournament taking place in some god-forsaken corn field three hours south of here. Proud of him, but honestly...anything even three minutes south of LB is a nightmare. I so dodged THAT bullet....
The moral of the story? Jail breaks are good for the soul. Get yourself one and you'll find your batteries re-charged and your attitude adjusted.
Just saying...
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