(I wrote this a few days ago, but the pictures wouldn't upload...)
As Brad works in the ER....I sit and contemplate whether I should keep shopping online (GAP is having an amazing sale for cardholders-YIKES-but at least I got Miles' church clothes for the next 6 months as his were getting a little crotch cutting) or catch up with my blogging. Brad is on his 6th 12 hour shift in 6 days. That's right. He's insane. Somehow he thought it would be a good idea to sign up for 7 12 hour shifts in 7 days. Hallelujah his last one is tomorrow. His only through the night shift. I don't know how I'm going to be a doctor's wife...I'm scared of my own shadow at night.
Hence why I am going to spend the night at my friend's house during that shift. If I don't I'll stay up all night with every light on in the house with Brad's gun on my night stand. I'm just a freak, and I have seen too many take downs in this neighborhood. Okay, well truly only one, but that was enough. And my neighbor told me last night there were cop cars out and cops looking for somebody. Awesome.
I mean, I got scared in Provo, but man I need a dog something serious. A huge big scary terrorizing blood thirsty dog. That is good with kids....those don't go together do they?
Anyway, Brad gets paid a huge amount of $200.00 for his time in the ER. That's $2.38/hour guys. But its 100% for the experience. And they put him to work. I don't know if I can tell you about anything in writing that goes on there, but he likes the action. Bones sticking out, weirdos left and right, all sorts of body parts cut up and mangled. That's his bread and butter. I sound like I enjoy it too...not exactly. I have to close my eyes when someone is getting beat up on T.V. I don't like any type of violence or blood. I get queasy and my heart hurts for them. Even on T.V. I'm a sensitive Sally. (Sally is my sister....I'm not calling her sensitive by any means-it was the best alliteration I could think of-moving on)
So let's go back in time when the Clarks travelled to Georgia. Let me begin with our choice of flying with Spirit Airlines. Kick me in the butt....I'll never do that again...actually I probably will because we are poor and they fly real cheap. I read all the rules online-as I have a baby and I wanted to make sure I was keeping them. They only let you have a personal item/paying ticket holder. So basically a purse. So we decided to check a bag, as there was no way in H we were going to fit all of my stuff-Miles' stuff and Brad's stuff in 2 personal items. And we barely fit all of our shiz in that one checked bag. And we paid 40$ for it. We got to the airport-in Dallas mind you-we drove the 5 hours and slept at our friends house the night before-long trip.
So...we get to the airport and we had called ahead which made our checked bag 20 one way instead of 70 one way. Good call Brittany. We see this Indian guy in his perfect Indian accent talking to an airport worker, "Theeese argh der personal iteems"-as he pointed to his wife and 4 children each with a bag that was bigger than their bodies. She said, "No sir, those need to be checked."
As Brad and I stood in line we listened to the conversation and giggled our way through the line. Suckers. Suckers to Spirit Poo Airlines. So they probably saved roughly $1000.00 flying Spirit. Then they had to check all those bags, and ride on a crappy plane. Shoulda flew Delta Ya'll.
So we get on the plane with our backpacks (personal items) and somehow I managed to take my purse, all chucked full of crap. And Miles, and we forgot his stroller....we are genius parents. The lady 2 rows behind us asks the flight attendant to get her something to wipe the seat off. The flight attendant, a male I might add, says, "Um its not my job to clean the seats." Oh please.....they then continued on a battle together and she ended it by saying, "Ya your job sucks." He turned around and said, "No my job is the greatest job in the world." STOP right there and think a minute....she is criticizing his job while she is flying Spirit Airlines. Her job must not be that great either because this would be the absolute LAST airline I would EVER choose.....so if her job is so fantastic....why is she flying this crappy airline, with crappy customer service? I will never complain about southwest again. PHew.
We thought the flight was going to be a disaster. We were so prepared to be so tired and managing the cheek the entire time...
Pleasant surprise. Slept 90% of the flight. So did Brad. I just read a book on my phone, and played games...which my Bishop told me today that we shouldn't play games that go nowhere. Brad just looked at me.
So we couldn't bring a pack and play-well we could but it would cost another 40$ so we thought we would just buy one there. Brad seriously tried to talk me out of it and have Miles sleep here....
He was dead serious....and I was just so annoyed that he would actually want him to sleep in that. If the lid fell on him? Or if he pulled it down and cut all his fingers off....Or I have heard too many stories about people being trapped in trunks and suffocating.
So we bought one for 40$ and left it there, it seemed more efficient than bringing ours and still paying the same amount, why not have one at Mike and Janeen's permanently?
Especially after eating all that Georgia food.
Peanut Butter Banana French toast.
He ate one of those loaves.
Mike and Miles. They bonded. Miles really liked him. Janeen took some warming up.
Mike has a friend who works for CNN, and instead of taking the lame tour and paying. He took us right in the scences. And we met some people....that are on TV. That's cool right?
We decided to talk a little walk after visiting CNN.
Mike and Janeen are both doctors in their residency in Atlanta. Mike is an orthopedist, and Janeen is Family Practice Resident. Chief resident I might add. They are pretty cool stuff.
Like I said we visited some seriously good food places.
Like Fox Bros. Bar-B-Q in Atlanta, Georgia. Oh my gosh.....so good.
Miles has become quite the vocal little tyke. He yells, and man he will flip his body around so fast to watch people walking by. Such a curious cat. You have to keep everything out of his reach because he has a quick grab, and an even quicker swipe.
Brad got Frito Pie in a Fritos bag. He was in food heaven.
Mine was delicious, I cleaned my plate and licked it.
Just kidding, Brad gets mad at me when I lick it....so I usually finger clean it off....like swipe it with my finger and get all the juices. Okay I sound like a homeless person.
Gelato, in an absolute tropical storm.
It was delish of course.
One day I had a lot of time to kill, so I went to this massive million story mall, and Miles and I walked around forever, and I felt like I needed to buy something so I bought a sweater at Banana Republic that I kind of like..I hate it when I do that.
Most of the time we just hung out and tried to contain Miles in the house.
Janeen and I walked to a park one day, and talked while Miles sat in this swing for almost 2 hours...no exaggeration.
This pizza place was amazing. Sure wish I can remember the name :)
You eat in this kitchen and we were going to stay but then we couldn't hear each other think.
This is a video...but Miles spent a lot of time chasing around DJ Rumba. (Parks and Rec) its really called a Rumba vacuum that cleans the floors, and Tom on Parks and Rec adds an Ipod to the top. So clever.
Our next eating place was called Six Feet Under, across from a graveyard.
We gained 12 pounds together after this trip...can you see why?
Six Feet Under.....
I liked the atmosphere, but they only had high tables so we double stacked a high chair...kinda tipsy.
And they had boobs on wings. Janeen needs it in her office to promote breastfeeding she said.
Also, I downloaded and introduced Janeen to Instagram. She is a pro now. Mike also joined the club.
My salad was amazing. I didn't think I could down it, but I did!
Brad got the Fried Chicken tacos. He wasn't impressed. He's a food diva.
Janeen did her best to entertain and bond with this crazy, picking up everything he threw, and trying to entertain him left and right.
Oh yes we visited the Atlanta Aquarium which apparently has the biggest tank in the world.
Miles loved watching the fish and creatures. He is so curious so of course he felt like he was inside of Baby Einstein Ocean (I don't even know if there is one about Oceans).
This was crazy,we were right next to these fellows. Ocean life is always amazing.
Here we are going through the biggest tank in the world. It was the last thing we did so we were kinda done. Should have done it first. We stood on a conveyer belt while it took us through the tunnel.
I am not a fan of packed places, nor am I a fan of people getting too close to you to see them feed sea otters. One little boy said excuse me, clear up until he was in front of me. Maybe if it was a shark feeding I would record every second of it, not sea otters people....thats a 5 minute video that you are never going to watch again.
Oh yes, Brad was such a kind heart and he stayed home with Miles while we went to a late night FREE concert at a park nearby and watch Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. I loved it. Such a good concert.
Sunday we visited a park and had some Father's Day time.
Miles loves being outside, and we think he finally started warming up to Janeen.
Janeen tried to do a pull up....and she needed help...so this is why this awkward picture happened.
Miles LOVES swings.
The whole clan. Can you believe the green. Holy smokes I miss that being in Lubbock.
While Mike and Janeen were working we visited the Coke Factory.
I took this for my mom, she loves Norman Rockwell.
Coke tasting PARTY!!!
Okay...so we went to a Braves game...
It was sprinkling and we got there early because we were going to eat.
The game was supposed to start at 7 PM. We got there around 6 PM.
We ate, then we waited......
We waited and waited with a 9 month old baby, who loves to crawl and explore and nurse.
We ate these huge hotdogs with cole slaw and they were delish....but the game finally started at 11 PM.
Miles fell in and out of sleep, but mostly didn't sleep, just whined from 10-1AM. I was really glad when we got home at 2 AM. I'm glad we stayed though because it was a walk off home run. SO worth it, it would have been really lame if it ended in a loss for the Braves. After such a long wait, in bucket seats.......in the rain....with a baby. Good news is, it was his second MLB game, and he didn't puke or diarrhea his guts out......like the first one. So it was a success.
Flight home was also a success and his crying was limited and he slept some.
Thank you Clarks and Atlanta for a successful trip.