Too pooped to Bowl

We are here. 

We are tired.  Well, I am tired.  Son #2 is currently passed out on a chair next to me (and has been for about 2 hours).  Son #1 slept for at least 2 hours this afternoon.  

Now he and Daughter #1 are off to the outlet mall.  Not me.

J and Son #3 are off to the Bowl game.  Not me.

I slept about an hour last night.  Just one.  

I was up at 4:45 and we left at 5:30 for the airport.

No one ripped our boarding passes out of my hand .... which was good since I almost fell asleep standing up waiting for our healthy breakfast at the airport McDonald's.  I would not have had the strength to resist.  

Heck, I probably wouldn't have even noticed.

So, first class was nice.  

Now I have flown in first class several times over the years.  My famous mom used to work for an airline (an airline which I cannot stand so I will refrain from mentioning it) so we flew a lot.

This, however, was the kids' first time. 

Son #2 was so overwhelmed that he slept from takeoff to touchdown.  

Son #1 said it was nice and he enjoyed it but didn't think it would be worth paying the full price of a first class ticket (which we did NOT!).  I agreed that it might not be worth it for a 3 hour flight, but to ...... say ...... Kenya ....... I'd totally think it was worth it!

Son #3 seemed to enjoy the itty-bitty-mini salt & pepper shakers that came on his tray.  Well, that and the hot towel before breakfast.

Daughter #1 enjoyed the trip as emotionally as she enjoys anything (read: hard to tell).

I settled in to watch "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2" and promptly fell asleep.  I think it might've been good, though.

So the flight was quiet and uneventful.  Yay for uneventful.

As soon as we got here J, L, Son #3 and I went down to the country club here where T. Boone Picken's wife was hosting a huge OSU party.  And it was.  It was strange to see so many people wearing so much orange here!!

I met Mrs. Picken, whom J & L know.  She seemed very nice.

After the whole affair J took Son #3 to meet T. Boone, someone the boy admires very much (and hopes to do as well as with his investments ............ ummmmm, yeah....).  J took their picture, which I shall be posting some time soon and which he will, hopefully, someday use to get  into the college of his choice (you know ..... like send it in with the app with a note that says, "Uncle T says hi" or something like that).  No, I'm not above that.

Well, I might be, but I guess we'll cross that bridge later.

S just woke up from her nap, as did Son #2.  So I have "The Jumpitz" in my left ear (something that seems to be a cross between Barney and The Wiggles, without the dinosaur and the dancing men), Son #2's taste of "music" (which happens at the moment to be screaming, blaring, loud lyrics in German) in my right ear and that California Housewives show in front of me.  

It is an interesting combo.

I'm getting ready to settle in, again, and watch the OSU game on ESPN.

Let's hope that I catch more of it than I did of that Pants movie.

By the way ...... the Christmas gift answers have been nice to read.  I'm going to keep that question for the week.

What was the best Christmas gift you ever got?

And, Tamara, I am SOOOO jealous of you!  A WORKING tub???? 

 Sheesh ...... the only thing my Barbie ever came with was a purse.