Home Sweet Home
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Ahh. It's good to be home.. although.. something smells like pee in here. Seems to be coming from the directions of the sinks.. but that can't be right... Can it?
Alright. Fine. I have a confession to make.
We left Friday afternoon on our Camping extravaganza and arrived home That Same Damn Friday night; boys in tears (I was too).
I opened my front door and saw Fab doing things to my poor little vacuum cleaner. I thought it best just to leave and stay at a motel until he was done his "house-sitting".
I can't talk to about our vacation publicly until I have contacted..someone in charge. It's a government owned park, so I assume I will end up taking it to that level. Or beyond.
We had some.. mishaps on our vacation.
Basically it was The.Worst.Vacation.Ever.
Or was it?
Tell me about your worst vacation ever!
Never know. It might just make me feel better about this whole fiasco!
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posted by Bluepaintred @ 8:06:00 PM
20 Comments:
I've been on vacations, but I haven't really had a REAL vacation that sucked...let's just say that I'm limited. So see the fact that you GOT a vacation is better than not going at all....right? Somehow? Right? Admit I'm right...I need that. :o)
I'm guessing you hit a fraccing deer. Everyone I know hits deer here. Except us. We hit an owl. Yes.. an owl. Because we're just fraccing weird like that.
Is everyone ok?
Hmmm, can't say I've ever had a Bad vacation, but I'm sure one day it will come along.
Sorry to hear you had A very bad vacation.
Sheila Actually, ours sucked so badly i wished I had not gone.
Trisha Uhm. our vacation was about six hours from the start to a very horrid finish.
Fracas Nope. A deer would have been great! I wish we had just crashed the car into something! Serious. then SGI would have written off the car and we could be car shopping right now!
Coffee Mom You should call me in the afternoon and let me bitch about it for hours! It would be fun! [/sarcasm]
MEEP! Sorry to hear it was the worst.vacation.ever.
I don't think I've had any horrible vacations. Well, unless you consider the time my sister and I got food poisoning but that really wasn't that bad. LOL
My worst vacation ever was this weekend at your house. I think the cat gave me syphilis.
Ours was 4 hours, then a hurricane decided to make a right turn a little sooner that it was supposed to...how about no roof?
I am really sorry. I hope you get to take another soon.
Bummer! What the hell happened?
My kids made me cry in Disney World-THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH! In less than 24 hours!
call me when you get up...gotta hear what happened. I am so sorry that it was bad, I know how much you were looking forward to this weekend.
RoxDar
Can't say I've had a vacation, but we did have to cancel ours, cuz of my stupid brothers wedding... and I really don't wanna go..
Oh honey!
Worst vacation? TaeKwondo tournament just outside New Orleans. Rode there on a BUS from Ft. Lauderdale (do you know how long it takes to get out of Florida?)
And that was just the beginning.
Ooohh that's awful.
We always do the same thing for vacation... boring that way. The worst one was a fully loaded backpacking trip straight up for at least six miles in the rain only to find ourselves at a very crowded lake where it continued to rain for days and days without end. Chipmunks got into the food. I didn't bring enough rain gear. That was the worst. Whenever anything goes wrong now we say, "well at least this is better than that one time when it rained and the chipmuks got into the food and the horse campers left horse poop everywhere."
That sucks! Now I am curious too.
My worst vacation ever:
Dan and I are driving from Northern California to Southern California. This is about an 8-10 hour drive, depending on where you go. I think our trip fell somewhere in between, 9 hours.
On the 5th hour, my car breaks down. The head gasket is blown. This is a thousands of dollars repair job. We passed the last town about 5 miles back. The next town is about 10 miles forward. I call AAA on my cell phone, and the reception keeps cutting out. (It was back in the time of 5 lb cell phones, but I was happy to have it.) I think I hear them say they will send someone out.
We have no water, it is 105 degrees out, and after waiting two hours, the tow truck finally arrives. He takes the car back to his shop, and the mechanic looks at it and says, "Looks like you blew your engine." So, he takes us to a hotel. It looks like we will be missing my cousin's wedding and Disneyland prepaid tickets. Then we call the rental agency in town. The ONLY rental agency in town. "I'm sorry. I don't have cars right now. You're just SOL." is pretty much what he told us. Great, all we want to do is take the car round trip, go home, get our other car, and get to S. Calif for Disneyland, because we pretty much knew we would be missing the wedding.
Call the 800 number. "Oh, yea. You can have a car. My authority over rides town guys authority," the nice lady says. Things are starting to look up.
We drive home. We get our car. We drive back to toliet town. Drop off the rental. Things are starting to look up. We get to S. Calif in time for the reception. We are so frickin' tired, we say hi to everyone and go to the house we are staying at with my cousin.
Get there. She locked us out. Drive to my uncles house. Sleep in the car in his driveway. At 4 a.m., have about twenty faces staring at us. My uncles wife's parent's offer to let us stay at their house, be we are so tired, we end up sleeping on my uncle's couch. (My mom wouldn't let us drive, and good thing because those are some crabby people.)
Things are going good after that. Go to Disneyland. Have a great time. On the last day, we plan to leave at 3 p.m. Leave at closing. Great time. Start to drive back, get to Bakersfield. Still a few hours from toliet town.
So, Dan and I get up late because we were still tired. I show him around the area where I use to live. We drive back to toilet town. I call the shop, and tell him we are picking up the car and we are about 30 minutes away. The guy says, "Well, you can't come get the car!" I ask him WHY NOT? and he says, "We are closing at three."
Relay this to my husband. He then starts yelling at me. I start yelling at him. We have what is probably the biggest fight of our marriage. I finally yell at him, "WELL I CAN'T CONTROL WHAT TIME THEY OPEN AND CLOSE, AND THANKS FOR RUINING MY VACATION!!!!" We sit in silence. Then he apologizes, I apologize, and we agree to channel this rage at the appropriate person, the mechanic.
We get back to Toliet Town (really! It was called Los Banos!) and Dan drives up to this guy like he is going to hit him with the car. The guy looks really surprised. Dan goes out and tells him we aren't spending another night in Toliet Town and we want to take our car home. He tells Dan he thought when I called that we were in S. Calif still. Um...I told him 30 minutes, remember?
So, he gets one of his guys to drive our broken car home, while he follows us. AAA paid for that whole trip, thank goodness! We get home, and our car sits in the carport until we donate it to Goodwill a year later.
When you ask worst vacation ever, that is what I think of.
Maybe I should have emailed you....
It was camping - of course it was the worst. You're outside in the wilderness. Why would you think that would be fun in any way?
so sorry!!!
mine was averted... I was supposed to be in New Orleans when that bitch Katrina flew in... i was PISSED that the airline canceled my flight... little did I know.....
I also was supposed to fly from San Francisco to Chicago on 9/11/01...
I guess I do have a guardian angel after all...
I went on vacation to my in laws house 2000 miles away. It was my first time to meet them. The first week was great and I thought they loved me. One day I laid down to take a nap and when I woke up my husband of 8 years who had just two days before told my 9 yr old son he was going to adopt him, told me he wanted a divorce. He then packed up and went to a hotel and left me and my son there in his parents house. I was told that I was too depressing to be around since I was crying about my husbands sudden change of feelings and until my flight (5 days away) I had to stay upstairs in my room and they would have my son bring me my meals. When I tried to come down and talk to my husband when he came over they would tell me to either go back upstairs or they would have me commited to a sanitorium! I packed my things and called a cab to take me and my son to a bus station and rode a bus home (2000 miles!). Top that one!! LOL
Gosh! WHat happened? I'm sorry your vacation was so bad!
although.. something smells like pee in here.
Might it be pee?
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