Marshmallow Suit

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Another Monday come and gone. Schools are closed again and I'm pretty sure everyone in town has cabin fever. I worked one day last week because of all the snow and it was the best ever because I basically got paid to play in the snow with the Little Nugget. I even managed to get both my bosses outside to join us.

I wasn't able to leave the house until the afternoon when I finished shoveling the driveway so I took full advantage of the morning. I woke up Milo for some hedge snuggles in the electric blanket and he was lovin it. Usually getting them up before 5 pm is a disaster because unlike most people I see on Instagram who have gotten their hedgies used to a daytime schedule, I let my boys stay true to their nocturnal nature and sleep during the day. Especially since we're at work anyway. I popped outside for a quick 10 seconds to take those pictures and immediately wrapped him back up in the blanket. Ali asked if I did the same with Kol. Psh, I didn't even bother with that one. I don't wanna lose a finger.

After naptime I got the Little Nugget all dressed and ready to play outside. I friggin love snowsuits for little kids, they look like marshmallows waddling around in the snow. I kept calling him Creampuff. That child is a real trooper. He refuses to wear hats [we have no idea why] so thankfully he kept his hood on the entire time. But when I put gloves on his hands he freaked the fuck out and had a global meltdown. I couldn't believe he lasted 2 hours outside without them. He knew better than to touch anything but we felt terrible because our hands were cold WITH gloves on. That kid gave no fucks though. When we finally couldn't take it anymore and it was getting dark we all went inside to warm up by the fire and he had an even bigger meltdown. I love that he loves being outside, so few kids do these days.


And now here I am, chillin on the couch waiting for my bestie and goddaughter to come over on yet another snow day. I'm not gonna lie, as beautiful as it is it's getting kinda old. Am I the only one who feels this way? 

I envy those of you on the west coast.

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California Recap

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Woot woot- it's Friday!

You'd think of all times that I would be snapping away getting pictures of every little thing- it would be during the holidays back in my home state. Basically what ended up happening, besides not having internet access half the duration, was me actually living life's little moments rather than documenting it. I think I did a good job with the important parts, like Christmas and family, but other than that I don't really have a photo diary of my visit like I wanted to.

I made sure to get a window seat on my flight to Santa Ana [I never fly into LAX] because I'm a dork who gets giddy when I see familiar territory. Seriously though, I'm such a dweeb. One of my favorite parts of looking out the window and down into the cities of California is seeing all the blue spots representing everyone's pools. We legit have no pools here-it's depressing. Unless you live in an apartment complex, or like lucky me that has a community pool in my neighborhood, you have to drive to base to use the icky pools or all the way to the Nashville water park which is nothing short of underwhelming.

My mother always picks me up and we have our mandatory In n' Out. Even if I fly in at 9am- she already knows to take me straight to the nearest burger joint for my #3 w/pink lemonade. And then I proceed to eat it almost every day while I'm there because duh. I drop some serious cash on shopping and food when I'm in California.

There were shopping trips, family time, and of tons of stuffing our faces. One of my sisters had her second baby boy December 4th so I was happy I was able to cuddle him while he was still a wee little babe. I was there for my other nephew's birth and I didn't want to have to wait too long to meet the second. Lemme tell you though, that boy is a screamer. A real fussbucket. But I still love him.

I met my youngest sister's boyfriend and felt super fucking old. She is now officially 17 and a senior in high school. What happened to my baby girl? Everyone even said that no one worried about her telling my parents or him meeting the family- everyone was worried about MY reaction. As well they should! I raised that child. [her nickname is the tattoo on my wrist] I'm still not convinced I like the idea of her dating but he is a nice boy. Plus I have to be realistic and remember I was doing a lot worse things at her age. Calm down! I was a punk kid but I wasn't terrible. Minds out of gutters please.

I'm not sure when we will be visiting again, but I hope to make it to her graduation since I missed my other sister's :/  Fingers crossed!

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Downtown Disney

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Anyone who has ever met me, spoken to me, or has at least seen a picture, knows I am completely OBSESSED with all things Disney. I've seen every movie [I have a Top 3] have done presentations in school on Walt and the company, own countless memorabilia, and used to work at Disneyland on Main Street! In 2014 I took two trips to Disneyworld in 2 months because I couldn't get enough! [I need to recap that year]. I haven't been to Disneyland since February 2012 when I was working there right until we moved to Tennessee. During my stay they were still building Carsland, the new entrance to DCA main street, and the candy shop was being remodeled. Needless to say I am super anxious to see how it all turned out! 

In the past 4 years I have only visited California 4 times, and 2 of them were last year. It makes me incredibly sad that I am unable to visit more often. I've missed births of nieces and nephews, both my sister's graduations, and countless family parties and events. But most of all I've missed Disney!!! I just realized that probably made me sound like a horrible person who loves Disney more than my family, but you don't understand what it's like! Living in Southern California gives you the option of going to Disney whenever the hell you feel like it. If you don't have an annual pass- and why wouldn't you?- you could frequent Downtown Disney for a few hours since parking is free and they still carry parks merchandise. Win-win scenario if you ask me. So as someone who used to practically live there my entire life, yes, it is super hard to come to terms with the fact that every holiday goes by and I'm stuck in the middle of the woods looking at pictures of my friends on Facebook with Mickey and pals during Halloween and Christmas.

What upsets me even more is that when I actually make it to California NO ONE WANTS TO GO WITH ME!!!!!!!!! What in the actual fuck dude?! Do these people not realize how crucial my time there is? And that I'm military- so I get wicked discounts! Yet still everyone either has to work or has no money. I don't accept these excuses. For anyone thinking 'wow Megan, that's kind of shitty of you'. No. I tell these people weeks/months before I get there that I am coming. They can request a day off. Or tell me their days off so I can plan accordingly. And honestly how hard is it to come up with $100? They know it would mean the world to me, but still it doesn't happen. 

This visit was no different. I settled for mi madre taking me to Downtown Disney on her Sunday off. I may not have gotten to go on rides and take pictures with characters, but I got to shop and spend quality time with my mama. Still a win in my book.

Thankfully the day we went the weather decided to get it's shit together and give us some sunshine and a dash of warmth. My mother and I are always cold so we were grateful for the reprieve. We acted like dorks the whole time and tried on as many pairs of ears and hats that we could find. Go big or go home. I tried to get as close as I could to the entrance to get a nice picture of the 60th anniversary display. I wanted so badly to just be able to move the little turntable thing that lets you into the park and run to Mickey with arms open. I was quickly brought back to reality when a cast member gave me the stink eye and asked to see my ticket. Hey man, I don't want no trouble. I shall purchase a kettle corn and take my leave.

One major bummer was they changed the free parking hours! I assured my mom that we had 3 hours so we could take our time and have fun. When we got to the exit we were about 15 minutes passed our ticket time, so I was expecting maybe a $2 charge. I was shocked and pissed off when I was told I owed $18! The lady informed me free parking is now only 2 hours, and I unwillingly handed over my credit card. My mother told me I looked like Grumpy Cat, so I dug into my Sweet Factory candy I get every visit and made my way home for dinner.

Hopefully I make it to Disneyland in 2016. 

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