Sunday, May 13, 2007

The Impending Vacation

Eight days left. I told you the school year was almost over...way back in September. I have a knack for these things. I am somewhat psychic, you know.

Now I have to plan a vacation. A real vacation, not an overnight trip to the casino, which we WILL be taking, by cracky, because it's my Mother's Day present, and because I have two free nights there. We're only going for one night, as far as I know, unless my aunt can swing an overnight trip with me during the summer. For the REAL vacation, we're leaning toward the Crater of Diamonds State Park in Murfreesboro, Arkansas. Heh, heh. And you thought it wasn't possible for me to become hillbillier.

Yep, a diggin' we will go in a 37-acre field of diamond-bearing soil, plowed periodically when weather allows. OK. I got that off their official website. But that gives you an idea of the fun we'll be having. Dirt-diggin', by cracky! Can't beat that with a stick, so don't even try. Get that stick away from me, you psycho!

I imagine we will also stop in Branson. It is on the way, you know. I don't really want to go to Silver Dollar City, what with only one of us enjoying the rides, and it costing several pretty pennies. But the go-kart tracks are like crack for hillbillies, and the little guy likes miniature golf, and I enjoy the Dixie Stampede...so we'll see what develops. Thank the Gummi Mary, I have been saving money out of the new, despised cash budget each week to provide for such a moneysucker. I'm ready to get this vacation over with, so I can get down to the real business of the summer: doing absolutely nothing.

Yes, I have such lofty dreams. I have put in an Amazon order that is due to ship May 21. We get out of school on the 23rd, but I will still have to attend graduation on the 25th. My books and movies should make a timely arrival for the Summer of DoNothing. I shall set the Poolio hours, the housekeeping hours, the meal hours...and the rest will be MY TIME. I haven't broken the news to the boys yet. They are not so fond of schedules. They plan to shoot off rockets, and teach themselves guitar.

HH will be working. And bitter.

7 comments:

Mean Teacher said...

There's a Murfreesboro in Arkansas? I knew there was one in TN. Wait. There IS a Murfreesboro in TN, right?

I'm so confused.

Speaking of Arkansas, I almost drowned in the Spring River when I was 10 because my sister stood up in the canoe on one of the really rough waterfalls, and when it flipped over it hit me in the head. She was always such a bitch.

Enjoy your summer. I hope to resume teacher blogging with you in August, so I'm actually looking forward to the summer being over, seeing how I've been sitting on my ass for a full year now.

Cazzie!!! said...

I wish the school year was almost over here, then Mia would be able to goto school after half year!!! She is sooo ready for school and driving me crazzzyyyy!!!

MrsCoach2U said...

We are planning a family vacation at Crater of Diamonds State Park too! Bryce got to pick this years "adventure" and that kid is all about money and making money and digging for money...you get the picture. I just hope we find something big enough to pay for the gas to get there!!!!!!!!

The Unrepentant Gallivanter said...

Ah, Branson. Like Vegas, if Ned Flanders ran it. (according to Homer)
My parents luuuuvvvv to go there!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Meanie,
There is also a Nashville, according to the name of the local newspaper when I Google-Newsed the Crater of Diamonds State Park.

Wishing the summer to be over! Bite your tongue before I whack you in the head with a canoe! Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's sanity is a terrible thing to waste.


Cazzie,
My #1 son was like that, but I hated to send #2 to school when the time rolled around.


Mrs.,
I hope we get there before you! I wouldn't want you gathering up my fortune before I had a chance.


UnGal,
I know it's chock full of fun-diddly-un. I've been going there since I was a kid. Yes...it existed way back then.

Redneck. Diva. said...

I *heart* Branson.

My sister is talking about taking a trip to Las Vegas by herself much to my chagrin. I suggested maybe taking a "starter trip" to somewhere like Branson first. She looked at me with the most deadpan look and said, "Uhhh...I don't have a serious relationship with Branson like you do. In fact, few people have a serious relationship with Branson like you do."

What? I like me some Branson! Is that so wrong? Methinks not.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Diva,
Branson rocks, by cracky! Except for the traffic.