I'm not on vacation, but I am out of town watching my sister's kids while she is on vacation and out of the country.
And incidentally, I've been watching entirely too much of the National Geographic tv show: Locked Up Abroad which mainly consists of people who are either really really cocky, or really really naive, serving prison sentences for many years in 3rd world countries as punishment for whatever illegal thing they may or may not have known they were doing. The drug dealers I don't feel sorry for. I mean, they made their choices, and heavens to mercy, if someone offers you an all expenses paid 3 week trip to (insert very foreign and exotic destination here) - including shopping sprees, bar tabs, and outlandish clothes budgets, and all you have to do is just bring back a few teensy weensy packages for them, well, you probably deserve what you get.
But I do feel very sorry for the tourists who get kidnapped, or somehow blackmailed into things they did NOT want to do in the first place, and now they are stuck in a Nepali, or Peruvian, or Thai jail for the next 8-10 years WITH NO PAROLE OPTIONS.
It's making my imagination run crazy. Because I do not want to have to start learning Portuguese to communicate with my sister and her husband for the next, you know, 25 - life. And because as much as I love these little people I am watching, and would do anything to take care of them, the idea of being a mom of 8 is sending my imagination on it's own rampant all expenses paid vacation to WorryWorld. And the combination of worrying about how I'm going to get enough SkyMiles to get these kids some visits so that they don't forget their mom and dad, and worrying about how I'm going to get out all the chocolate chips that have been ground into the carpet before they get home, well, let's just say, I hope the bar tab really IS included, because here in WorryWorld, there's already whole lot of Diet Coke goin' on.
20 comments:
Do visitation rights exist in all 3rd world countries?
I'm not helping, I guess.
That's why I'm content to stay home.
Well,that and the fact that we have no money.
Back away from the TV! Slowly, slowly... now, get on the computer and blog... there you go... nice and easy... whew! That was a close one! Paranoia is never a good thing!
Paranoia is so hard to fight, isn't it?!
I watched a movie when I was sixteen with Claire Danes in it and refused to travel for years! I know what you're thinking....I'm going to have to figure out that movie.
It was "Brokedown Palace"....and I was older than I thought.
My mom always says 90% of the things you worry about never happen! And as for the SkyMiles keep on drinkin that Diet Coke cause don't you get double the points if you spend it at a gas station! See, all better!
WorryWorld...is THAT what it's called? I am pretty sure my 2nd home is there ~ and I spend WAY too much time there. Hang in there...they'll be home before you know it and YOU'LL be back with your teenagers. Wishing you were back in WorryWorld. ;)
You are killin' me!!
I know you will be the very best worrier in WW. Love MOM
LOL, I think my travel-phobia started a whole lot of years ago with a movie called "Midnight Express". I decided there and then that the closest I would come to Turkey is on Thanksgiving.
8 kids huh?
Bless you.
I think it's time to change the channel...something where your mind can just gel for a bit. How about nice kids movie, like Monsters Inc.--wait, bad idea. You might start worrying about the monsters in the closet!
Dumb TV ;)
This is why I decided we are not going to Mexico this year. I'm scared of the kidnappings. We are just going to stay here in good old US of A where you are not afraid of cops mugging you or kidnapping you.
WorryWorld is my middle name.
you are one helluva sister.
Stop thinking about stuff like that!!!!!
You are a great sister--I'm sure your nieces and nephews are having a ball with aunt randi ; )
Since I don't watch a whole lot of tv, I gotta ask... What's with the "learn Portuguese" thing? Were they saying anything about Brazil? 'Cause, you know, I lived there for 20 years and, yes, I do "falo Portugues" (speak Portuguese)... What show was that?
Oh I would absolutely die in a foreign prison...but not because I am subjected to cruel and inhumane actions on my body and soul, but because of my body convulsing over the Diet Coke withdrawal.
I would just curl up and die...with my empty cup in my hand...in the corner of my cell...
all alone!
You are such a nice sister. Thanks for worrying.
Good grief! I thought I was the only one who went on worry/daydream rampages such as that! :0
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