Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The end of the world!

So, I haven't posted in a while, and this wasn't my post I had next planned, but I thought I'd share some of the excitment of last night. (No, not that kind! This is a family-friendly site; sorta.)

First off, we took the kids to Festival of Lights at a local park here in Vegas. A bunch of businesses sponsor Christmas light-scenes and we've gone for a few years. Each year it gets bigger and better. I was thinking, "oh good, a Christmas kick-off" type of thing and my kids were such brats! Well, not all of them, but you know the one bad apple spoils the bunch theory? Since it was free night we had to wait a bit to get into the light show, but no fear! there was a feed of Christmas music on the radio. I mean, does it get much better than the first time you find Christmas music on the radio each season? I know, I know, it's before Thanksgiving, but it was still an exciting one step closer to the season. But by the time my whiney daughter, uh that would be Caylee, made it through the whole lights I had already snapped and threatened the Dairy Queen rendez-vous with Jared and Mindie. Sheesh. I love family night.

Once we got treats at DQ and made it home to get the kids in bed, I was feeling thrashed and totally sick so I bailed on the Bachelor night (totally sorry Erin, Stacy, and Daniel.) I was trying to hold out so I could force Tyler to watch the Bachelor, but I was falling asleep on the couch so we headed to bed by 10. Really, that's early for me. Around midnight Brevin came in to report that his covers are cold, which is what he says when his covers have been kicked off and he wants to get in bed with us. I tried telling him he could go back and cover himself up, and even took the time to show him my covers that were cold and then where my covers were warm cuz they were covering me up. BUT, by the time I had rationalized all his option I had to pee and so I went and tucked him in. So, I go back to sleep and then BOOM BOOM BOOM.

At first, when I awoke from my slumber, I thought there was a thunder storm at 2:30am. But then I heard all this follow-up bangs and booms, which apparantly woke up Tyler too. I totally got panicked trying to figure what the explosions were from. Tyler, being such the man, got out of bed to investigate and I sat up to try and figure it out. My heart rate actually increased and all these thoughts started going through my mind. Terrorist attack? Big car crash somewhere? Factory explosion like another Pepcon? What the heck was the noise? And you know what I thought about? Crap, I hope we don't need our 72 hour kits. If I have to evacuate our house, do we have enough gas in the car to get anywhere? Would Tyler try and hook up the trailer so we'd have somewhere to live? How many scrapbooks could I take? Am I gonna be pregnant AND evacuated. Yeah, I even went there. So, eventually the noises stop and Tyler falls to sleep, but I am still trying to figure out if someone will be knocking on our door because of these mystery explosions.

I eventually fell back asleep, at 5:something and then, of course, dreamed about what caused the sound. This morning I told Tyler that my theory in my dreams was that it was caused by follow-up sonic booms from the launch of the space shuttle. Tyler had dreamt and explanation, too. His was that nearby they were setting up a ferris wheel and it tipped over. By the time I was a little more lucid this morning, I remembered a news clip about the implosion of the old Frontier hotel and that it was scheduled for early Tuesday morning. You can watch the whole implosion here: http://www.lasvegasnow.com/Global/story.asp?S=6780876 So, thank heavens for it not being the end of the world, just the end of the old frontier. Is that poetic and symbolic or what? And yes, I will be gathering our 72 hour kits. Who knew I could have a testimony-building experience like that, huh?!

Speaking of weird dreams: the other night i dreamed Wanda Sykes (the comedian/writer) knocked my door as she was looking for support for the writer's strike. I totally invited her in for a drink as she was totally tired and then we hugged before she left. That is just the tip of the bizarre pregnancy dreams I've been having. This hasn't really happened to me before, but they are coming every night, often-times more than one at a pop, and it's entertaining to report the morning after.

Anyway, lots more to blog some other time when I don't have Brock complaining about a wet diaper and blasting a toy story laser gun in my ear whilst waiting for breakfast. Happy Tuesday!


Amy said...

It's nice to know I'm in good company--we had a really bad apple at the gift of lights last night too! She's busted!
:), Amy

Beth said...

I can't believe we even live in the same neighborhood. Were your windows open? I didn't hear a THING. You heard the fire trucks that time the house across the street was on fire and I didn't hear that either. Maybe they forgot insulation in your house. Or...maybe my ears are going bad. I'm glad I didn't hear the explosions because I woke up at 4:45 ON MY OWN and have been going ever since.

Kourtney said...

I bet the explosion was loud. You should decide beforehand what scrapbooks you can fit if you had to evacuate! I had to laugh at all of your random thoughts!