I feel like death warmed over. Shit. In case some of you were wondering why the 'Bear didn't update yesterday, it's because I was ded to the world. The wife calls Sunday afternoon (around 3:00) to say she's in Rochester, NY and that she and the others are getting ready to head back. Ok, cool. I go to work Monday, waiting to get a call telling me she's back home and all is well. I get the call, but all is not well. "I'm still in Georgia." WTF? Not sure why, but they're just getting back to Georgia Jen's house at 5:00 in the evening. "And if [Florida] Jen has to take us home like originally planned, she won't get home until 4 or 5 AM and she has to go to work."

Now, she never really comes out and says it, but basically it's left to your's truly to go pick her up. They figure that it will take them 7 hours to get from Athens back to Winter Park, FL. Ok. She tells me that they will call me when they hit the Florida border. From there it's approximately 2 hours to Winter Park. If I start out after they call, then I should get there around the same time as them. That means I have 5 hours to wait for their call. One thing I don't realize is that it's now like 6. That means they won't be calling till like 11. Damn.

They call at 10:55 to say they're now in Florida. I bundle up the kids, drop them off at the mother-in-law's and head on out. I get on I-95 out of Pompano roughly around 11:30. I pull into the apartment area at Winter Park about 2:15. They had been there roughly 10 minutes before me. We load the car up and, after a painfully long wait (one of Jen's new rats attacked her other rats and hurt them and she and the wife were holding them to stop the bleeding), we head out of Winter Park at like 4:30. Needless to say, after the drive, taking Holly home and then coming back to our apt. it is 8:30 in the morning. I've officially been up for 24 hours. So, I called into work and said I wasn't coming in. My bosses were cool with it so I spent most of yesterday in bed.

I hope my previous entry didn't come across like I was trying to "one-up" harbinger. I didn't mean to do that. I just got started talking about my grandmother and everything just flowed out of me like from a burst dam. I didn't mean to belittle anything of hers and if I did, I'm sorry. Just trying to let her know that I know how she feels and offer my support.

Well, tomorrow is the big day. Me and Icebear Jr. will be winging our way to the midwest to go back and visit the fam. Kind of pissed though. Up until just about 30 minutes ago, I had planned on my wife driving us up to the airport and dropping us off. Now, it looks like we're taking an airport shuttle. Her fuckin' big-mouthed friend Connie mentioned it to her, so now the wife is all "I'm tired and I don't feel like driving you to the airport." So now, me and Jr. have to try to snag a bus to get to the airport. This had better not have anything to do with her wanting to 'play' with the new rats or I'm going to be pissed. Shit, I hate when this shit happens.

Well, this entry is really sucking ass. I had some ideas of what to write about but I've gotten off track and have just rambled. Maybe I'll think of something better later. I might update from my parent's house, but then I'd run the risk of them finding this site. I don't really give two fucks but they'd see the bad language and shit and I've already got my mom griping on me enough about getting my tongue pierced. I don't need anymore grief right now. Anyway, stay loose and take care.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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