A quick surfacing for air...

Hello blog world. Nice to see you. Welcome to my new readers. I'm quickly surfacing for air into the land of the living to say, I'm leaving it again. ;) I've been gallivanting around the state for the last two weeks. I even took the train by myself with ALL three kids in tow for the first time, with great success. (Not cheap but definitely fun, I'm glad I was brave enough to do it. The great success came from sitting in the "disabled/elderly" section of the train because all those grandmas and grandpas were totally enthralled with the tiniest 6 week boy, the flirty 2.5 year old girl, and the stoic 4.5 year old boy. ha ha) But I digress...

Remember how I said it's been guns, guns, guns non stop around here?!?! Well I don't think there is any end in sight, which I was really hoping for. boo hiss. Husband hung out with some super "professional" gun competitors recently and came home with a list a mile long of all the things he needs to be properly outfitted. (This is where, if I were a cussing kind of lady, I would do so. However, I am not.) Here's my list, since we're making them: a new toaster oven, a computer printer, a minivan, a laminating machine, a house (ha, I crack myself up). We'll see who completes theirs first. I'm sure it won't be me. Anyone notice how my entire list would benefit EVERYONE in the family?

For the record, I'm not really "into" guns but I'm being so indoctrinated and can't escape that I figure I might as well jump ship and join the enemy. While we were traveling around I found myself thinking I wanted to get my own "cute" little handgun and start dabbling in husband's all-consuming hobby. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Ugh, I cannot believe I just said that! Do you have a gun-obsessed spouse? Do you share the hobby, tolerate it, or....?

Finally, a disclaimer: If this post makes absolutely no sense, I have a few explanations. First, it's four in the morning. I'm married to a graveyard-er but I am not one myself. 'Nuff said. If that were not enough, I am totally loopy from lack of sleep. I am almost 90% sure that Dallas has colic so we are rocking, walking, patting, and pacifier-addicted almost 24/7. On that happy note, don't expect to hear from me again too soon, although I will do my best!