High Musical...the UPDATE...

Well, I must admit that I rather enjoyed myself quite immensely at the High School Musical on Ice show. And, can I just say...that if you EVER get the chance to do front row of anything...you MUST do it. It was FANTASTIC! We could reach out and touch them (we didn't...but we coulda).

The first half covered High School Musical One and the second half was High School Musical Two. The girls were mesmerized. There were little girls all over the arena dancing, clapping and singing along. It was pretty cute.

HOWEVER, let me just say that we were not impressed with the cost of "stuff". Let me just throw a couple of things at ya...

1 bag of cotton candy (which also came with a plastic hat, yippee) = $12
1 box of popcorn = $7
1 slushee cup thing that lit up = $15

What is that all about??? $12 for cotton candy that probably cost them like 50 cents to make??? Needless to say, our kiddos didn't get any of that stuff. We opted for Braum's after. We probably spent $15 there and got ice cream for 5.

But all of the annoying price pushers aside...the actual ice show itself was a lot of fun. During the break, we took the girls to the restroom and Audrey was "skating" around and saying "I wish this floor was all ice!"

Little cutey.

High School Musical on Ice

Yes, it's true. We are taking the girls and my niece to the grand viewing of High School Musical: The Ice Tour. I'm guessing you all are incredibly jealous. Wait, there's more. We have FRONT row tickets. These kiddos have a grandpa (who just happens to be MY daddy) that has a connection and we were able to get the tickets the day before they went on sale. Way to go, daddy and Poppy Larry!!

I'll try and let you know how this evening goes. Here's what I'm thinking it will be like:

1. Cold
2. Loud
3. Very energetic
4. Lots of children screaming
5. Possible ice chips flown in our general dye-rection
6. Lots of giggles and ohs and ahhs from the girlies

Twill be fun and I am quite excited about it. The girls are gonna have a ball! My dad and hubs are even more excited...they can hardly wait!!

Happy Friday!

Crickets continued...

Shortly after I posted the previous post of those creepy hoppers, my little fam and I made a trip to Oklahoma City. Those who attended were the following:

Me
The Hubs
The 3 Kiddos
My Parentals (this was to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary)
My Bro
Bro's Wife
Bro & His Wife's 2 Kiddos

We stayed at a hotel. For 2 nights.

This hotel had about 7 billion crickets...EVERYWHERE. They were swarming and hopping outside. And yes, there were even on the inside. Some were dead, some were barely alive but they were there.

On Sunday morning, I was in my parent's motel room and lo and behold as I got ready to exit their room, to what did my wandering eyes appear? Oh, yes. A big, fat, very alive cricket on the wall by. the. door. I called for some help. My brother says "it's just a cricket." My nephew wanted to play with it. My mother wanted it murdered. I wanted to leave!!

I think my dad took care of it. I don't really remember. I was on the other side of the room most likely standing on the bed.

Anyhoo...I survived the cricket hotel without any major traumatizations. Can someone please tell me why we even have crickets? What was God thinking when he created those little boogers??

On a lighter note...please stay tuned...I hope to have some cutey pictures of our little vacay in OKC up here soon. All 5 kiddos were WAY cute and we had a ball!!

Toodles.

Paralyzing fear...

Those people that are closet to me are very aware of a little (okay, so it might be "big") fear I have of a certain type of insect. I have such a nasty and literally paralyzing fear of these creatures that I couldn't even post a picture of them here on the blog (believe me, I tried looking for a good picture but all the pictures I was seeing made my heart race and feel as though the walls were closing in me...seriously. I know. I have issues.) So, no picture for you.

CRICKETS.

Big, black, ugly, hopping crickets.

Why the sudden blog about these vile, disgusting...things? Recently, there happened to be one crawling on my desk in front of my keyboard as I was typing away. I nearly had a heart attack. (Our office is in the middle of a mass remodel and thus, the buggies keep appearing.) I scooted away and called for back up.

Here is what happens when I see a cricket. I freeze. Let's say I'm walking along in the hallway and suddenly appears a cricket. Do I ignore it? Heck no. Do I do anything about it? Another Heck no. Instead, I merely back away slowly and then freeze. It's like a stare down with the creature...a quest to see who will go away first. If the little sucker hops, I completely freak...because, of course, I know that it is purposely hopping towards me in hopes to land on me! I know how their creepy little minds work.

It's happened before, you know.

The scene: I'm like 5. It's late at night. My bro and I go to our bedroom to go to bed. I move the little tiny baby bed away from my bed for a bit (to put Baby to sleep), and wa lah...big, ugly, cricket creature appears. I say to parentals..."there's a cricket." Parentals response..."step on it." Ok. No problem. I stomp. Cricket hops. I stomp again. Cricket hops again. I stomp again. Cricket disappears. Poof. Like that. Parentals are now in doorway wondering about the stomping and the status of the cricket. I say to parentals..."where'd it go?"

Pause.

I feel something hop up my pant leg.

That's right, my friends. The cricket attacked me! Up the pant legs it went...off the pants went (very quickly, I might add). The scene was chaos from there and to this day, I have no recollection as to what happened to the cricket after that. The trauma had already set in.

Since then...I'm convinced that all generations of cricket are breeding to torment me...FOREVER.

I need help.