So my Iowa adventure officially started when dad's plane left the ground.
Yesterday we had to take dad to the Omaha airport. It's really an inspiring place. My family decided that since some of us were going to Omaha, everyone should go! As in all my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins. So we planned out a fun little day at the zoo. Dad was thrilled to be spending his last hours with ALL of the in-laws.
The best part was the aquarium. Hands down. I wish I were a fish. We were in that part where you like walk through the ocean and there are fish peacefully swimming all around you, not eating each other, oddly enough. Anyway, I'm up against the glass peering like a 5 year old when this little girl, probably 3, runs up and points and yells "Look at that big rock!" Rock. Kid. You are in an exhibit of the most unique creatures on the planet, and you notice a rock. You need to get off the farm.
My dad's plane left at 4:45. We skipped lunch so by the time his plane left and we were on the road home, we were famished. Seriously, kids do not handle hunger well. What am I saying, I don't handle hunger well. So after an hour of whining (from the kids) we decide we couldn't go another mile so we stopped at the nearest restaraunt. Which just so happens to be the WinnaVegas Casino buffet. N-A-S-T-Y. But we were starving, and when you're starving, everything tastes good!
Today we went to the Memorial Day service at the cemetery. It was very nice but there were lots of bugs, and lots of extended family. See in my family, we don't do "reunions" because nobody ever left, so every holiday is a reunion, even Memorial Day. All of the women were standing around after taps and my aunt made a bold announcement. "I would just like everyone to know, Brandy is promised." Thank you. Got to show off my ring :)
Then we went boating on the lake. Gotta say, not quite as warm and clear as Beaver, but not bad for a lake day in Iowa. You could even see your hand when your whole arm was submerged. And the water was 5.4 feet deep, not 54 feet deep. That took a little adjusting. You could even walk along the beach and not worrying about getting attacked by a snake! This is the life.
Then we came home and went dirtbiking and fourwheeling.
Apparently there will be 2 college boys and 2 old men hammering shingles into the roof above my bed bright and early tomorrow morning. Great. So I've decided to wake the munchkins up at 7:45 for a 3 mile run. Now that should be interesting.
