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Leaving Las Vegas

By fabio the hamster, las vegas, little cousins, memories 2 Comments

I spent my last morning in Vegas playing with Fabio.  I let him scamper around on my computer a bit – I think he wanted to type his own journal entry, but it looked kind of like this:

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Fabio is awesome.  He will be missed by the LJ readers, I’m sure.

I spent my last afternoon in Vegas taking my brother to the In’N’Out for a cheeseburger and to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay.  It was a good time.

I spent my last night in Vegas jumping around in a room full of huge trampolines with my little cousins, the next door neighbors, and my brother.  I can’t even explain how much fun we had.  It was awesome.

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After dinner at Jersey Mike’s, we drove home – music blasting, the girls screaming, “Tumbleweeds RULE!” out the windows to the passing cars.  We scared the security gate guys one more time with MxPx blaring and everyone singing to me.  “Today’s the day you’re LEAVING and tomorrow you’ll be GONE.  You’re in my heart and on my mind, I will bring you ALONG.  EVERYTHING SUCKS WHEN YOU’RE GONE!”  It was a car ride I will never forget.

Another Birthday Party?

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Sammy is just a bundle of laughs today. I went downstairs a little while ago to find her sticking a candle in the last piece of leftover birthday cake.

“What in God’s name are you doing now?” I asked as she lit the candle.

“I’m having another birthday party,” she replied.

“Right. I should have known. Fine. Just don’t set anything on fire,” I said as I exited the kitchen.

Then she walked over to the table and proceeded to sing “Happy Birthday” to herself before she removed the candle and ate this huge chunk of chocolate cake. (Note: her birthday was two days ago.)

She came upstairs soon after that.

“What are you doing? What did you do with the cake and the candle?”

“I ate it.”

“Did you clean up? Did you clear your plate and throw out the candle?” I asked, even though I knew the answer – her face was covered in chocolate.

“Um…no.”

“Where is it?”

“On the table.”

“Well, un-Birthday girl, go clean it up.”

“No.”

“Why not?” I demanded.

Hands on her hips, she stood in the bathroom doorway and glared at me. “Because I said so.”

The Bee-Fly

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I’m sitting on the floor typing peacefully when, all of a sudden, Sammy jumps out of the bathroom, nearly trampling me, scaring me half to death, and yells, “There’s a bee! There’s a bee in the bathroom!”

I look up at her and say, “You’re so full of it.”

“No, I’m NOT! Stop saying that!”

I reach over and push open the door and see nothing. I stand up and see a black insect, flying around, violently pounding its head into the three mirrors like a moron. “It’s not a bee. It’s a fly,” I say. I think about it for a minute and stare at it. “A stupid one.”

“No, it’s a BEE! Get it OUT,” Sammy shrieks.

“Close the door. Put it in Courtney’s room,” I say.

“HOW? It’s right there! That’s a BEE!” She’s dancing around, ducking, even though the thing is flying about almost four feet above her.

“Turn off the light,” I say as I flip the switch. The insect comes to a screeching halt on ceiling.

“Oh, that’s a fly,” Sammy says.

“Told you.”

“It’s a HORSE FLY.”

“No, it’s just a plain fly.”

“It’s a SAND FLY,” she exclaims proudly.

“No, it’s just a regular fly.”

“Is it a fruit fly?”

“No, it’s just a FLY.”

“Oh. Well, get it out. Put it in Court’s room. That fly,” she laughs nervously. “I thought it was a bee.”

She tip-toes back into the bathroom and whatever mess she was making in the sink. That’s where she is now, splashing around, rapping along to the noise that’s coming out of Courtney’s room. “What you gonna do? Act a fool!”

Punished

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So, I came home from Wal-Mart with Kristin, and Sammy was trudging up the stairs with tears in her eyes.

“Whoa, whoa. What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I’m punished.”

“For what?”

“For nothing.”

“Well, okay, what did you supposedly do?”

“For being mean to Franky. But I wasn’t,” she stated.

“Right,” I said. “Well, come upstairs. We’ll put on Nickelodeon.”

I held out my hand and she took it and we headed up to our room.

“Let’s play some cards,” I said. “You figure out how to get these open and I’m gonna put on my pajamas. I’ll be right back.”

When I came back, Sammy was wandering aimlessly around the hallway outside her room.

“What are you doing? Where are the cards?”

“I’m not even allowed in my room.”

“Tell your mom you’re going to bed.”

“Oh. Okay.”

So, Sammy said she was going to bed and we watched some SpongeBob and started playing a game of War with my new Las Vegas cards.

“Can I shuffle the cards?” Sammy asked.

“No, you’re punished. I shuffle,” I replied.

We played War through two episodes of Full House on Nick @ Nite and we were still playing when Ellie came through the door with Kristin – who was wearing a baseball helmet, complete with face mask.

“What in the hell are you wearing?” I asked. “Be quiet. Sammy’s punished.”

“I thought there was a bad guy.”

“Has she lost her mind?” I looked toward Ellie.

Ellie nodded, then pointed at Sammy. “What did she do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Sammy blurted out.

“She was mean to Franky.”

“NO I WASN’T.”

“Right. Okay, be quiet. We’re playing War.”

Sammy and I continued our game through an episode of The Cosby Show when, all of a sudden, we heard a noise and looked through the bathroom into Courtney’s room to see my uncle closing the window.

“Shit, your dad,” I whispered.

Sammy’s eyes got real big. “Oh no, he’s going to kill me. I’m scared.”

I grabbed her cards and threw them at Ellie. “Get in your bed!”

She scrambled noisily up her ladder and flopped onto her bed. “Is he really there?”

Ellie, Kristin and I were trying really hard not to laugh – or to make eye contact with my uncle in the next room. Ellie and I kept playing War (don’t ever play War with her, she cheats) until I won in an amazing double War over two tens and two aces.

“Where’s Kristin?” Sammy asked from her bed.

“Who knows. Probably in her room admiring herself in the mirror with that damn helmet on,” I answered sarcastically.

Ellie pointed at the helmet on the floor in front of me.

“Oh.”

“I heard something! Fabio! Fabio!”

“Sam, be quiet.”

“Are you guys going to bed now? Go to bed now,” she said.

“Okay.”

Kristin came back and she and Ellie left the room a few minutes after that. Then I began writing this journal entry and Sammy creeped down the ladder to see what I was giggling about.

“Lisa. Lisa. Lisa! Lisa. Lisa! Lisa!”

“WHAT?”

“What are you writing about?”

“You.”

“Let me read it, dinklebird. What does ‘trugged’ mean? What are we gonna say if my dad knows? Ah heard sum’m. There’s some’n at the doa. What are we gonna say? I’m skerred.”

“Shh. What’s with the Georgia accent? It’s says ‘trudging’, not ‘trugged’. Be quiet. You’re punished, remember?”


After I finished rereading and editing this entry with Sammy’s help, I rolled over (remember: I type on lying on my stomach on the floor) and tickled her.

“Ooh. Don’t make me laugh at this time of night!” She yelped. “Didja hurr sum’m?”

“You’re nuts. Bed. Now. Punished.”

Malibu Moments

By las vegas, little cousins, partying like a rock star, the malibu 9 Comments

I haven’t had much time to update recently because I’ve been trying to cram in as much fun stuff and quality time with the little cousins as possible before I head back east.  Yesterday happened to be a prime opportunity since K and Court somehow convinced my aunt that school was optional on the day before Spring Break.  Ellie (the neighbor) didn’t go to school either, so we all piled into the Malibu and headed down to the Strip for a rainy day at the Fashion Show Mall and the movies.

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Driving the little cousins around Las Vegas is always a huge production.  It is somewhat difficult to concentrate on what is going on outside the vehicle when you are bombarded with constant screaming, singing, fighting, blasting music, yelling, flashing cameras, clapping, banging, flying chocolates, bouncing, violent dancing, and hysterical laughing inside the vehicle.  Somehow, the road seems unbelievably boring compared to what goes on inside my car.

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I don’t usually posts tons and tons of pictures in my journal entries, but I’m going to make an exception so that I can share some of yesterday’s Malibu Moments with you.

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Driving from our house to the Strip takes about 20-30 minutes (depending on traffic, lights, and accidents) which gives us a nice window of time to expand our musical horizons in the car.

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Since my cousins are teenage girls, we usually rock out to Simple Plan, MXPX, or Sugarcult, but occasionally they will let me entertain them with some Reel Big Fish, Aerosmith, or Catch-22.

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In between CDs, there is always someone shouting out the window to an innocent passerby or the occupants of another vehicle.  I try to prevent this as much as possible, but I usually fail.

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When the younger cousins are in the car, fighting, kicking, shouting, pinching, and punching are a normal occurance, but luckily, the older ones only argue over which CD they want to scream along to next.

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I think we must scare the crap out of the security guards when we come through the gate to our neighborhood.  Usually there are limbs hanging out of the windows and sunroof, music blasting, and kids yelling at the top of their lungs.  The security guards and I exchange glances as we pass through the gate.  Those security guys must think I’m a lunatic for driving all these nutsy kids around.

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All in all, driving my little cousins around Vegas is awesome.  We all take tons of pictures whenever we go out and then rush home to look at them as a slide show on my laptop.

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I can only hope that your cousins are half as crazy as mine are.

This crazy trip has got me feelin’: happy
And I’m singin’ along to: Bouncing Off The Walls – Sugarcult