For Amity

Amity, my dear sweet, childhood friend, has requested that I keep the blog updated. So, Amity, this is for you. She bought a house today! I'm so happy for you, Amity! I'm also very happy that she's decided to tie herself to a mortgage closer to home. Baytown is very doable. I'm looking forward to spending much more time together, and letting our kids grow up together like we did. There's nothing like having someone who's known you that long. They understand you like no one else can.

Today, I'm thankful for cute, girly, rubber boots. They made my life a little easier this morning. Today, in the pouring rain, we had to go to school. Why it never rains when I can stay in bed and just enjoy it, is beyond me, but off to school we had to go. Could we just wade to the car and leave? Oh, no. Today Cade's Alamo project was due. This was one of those projects that was assigned before the Christmas holidays, to be due on Jan 29. I, personally, work better on a MUCH shorter deadline, but okay. The kids got out of school early yesterday (why, no one really knows), so Cade had plenty of extra time to finish the Alamo. In fact, I was proud because it was even finished before basketball practice.

Fast forward to this morning. Pouring down rain (why did I straighten my hair?), everyone's dressed, time to leave. Rather than have the kids walk through the 4 inches of standing water between the porch and the car, I carry them one at a time, under the umbrealla, on my back, to the van. Then, I carry the Alamo. Did I forget to mention that Cade decided he wanted his Alamo to be made out of cake? Yes, the only day in 3 months we had to leave for school in the rain, we were carrying cake that had no cover, due to its size. Perfect. Coy was sure to point out, as I was trying to set it on the floorboard without all the water pouring from the umbrella onto the cake, that it was getting drops of water on it. Seriously? You didn't think I would notice that while its pouring around me, the cake was getting a few stray drops that were trying to run the food coloring paint on the fondant? Then, when I'm finally in the car, soaked from the knees to my boots (Thanks, by the way, Aunt Tanya, for the boots, I LOVE them), Kyler says, "My pants are wet." Sorry, Kyler, you'll have to suffer with those 3 drops on your pants until we get back home. Well, we (I) got the cake into the school with no real drama, and they ate it after his presentation. The bonus to that, is that now we don't have an Alamo project that we have to push around the house until the appropriate amount of time has passed until we can toss it.

Kyler and I went to Beaumont today to attend Andy's retirement party. Well, they called it a party, but parts of it felt more like a funeral or a viewing. Why is that? He stood in the room, and everyone stood around him sharing stories and memories they had of him, and talked about how they were going to miss him. Actually, that sounds exactly like a funeral. Akward. Maybe that was why he'd insisted he didn't want one. Just for the record, Andy, I suggested we all go to Carrabba's. I'm happy for you, and I know you'll take to it well. I also don't believe for one second, that you'll ever be not working somewhere, on something. Just remember, now you can choose to do only the fun stuff. I look forward to sharing with you the lunch dates and bon bon days of the unemployed. I also expect you to make at least one post on facebook everyday.

Well, Amity, I hope this has satisfied you for today. I'll try to keep up with it. Hopefully my life continues to produce just enough material to be able to post, but not so much that I can't.
Sarah

That was fast!

So, didn't take as long as I thought to have something to talk about on the blog. I managed to burn a lot of the grass in my backyard, and most of the grass in my neighbor's yard. SO embarrassing! I burned some trash, checked on it a few times, and it was ok, so I forgot about it. I went outside, thought, are the neighbor's burning the grass? (I'd seen several people burning pastures yesterday, so it was fresh in my mind) Uh, no, I'M the one burning the grass! Ran to the neighbor's, because the fire was only about a foot and a half from her house by this time. (Brick house, so it would've just gone out, but still-not good) I hooked up her waterhose, and started spraying. A man who lives in the neighborhood was nice enough to stop and help stamp out some of the flames to keep them from spreading. Thank goodness it didn't make it to any of the wooden privacy fences, or my wooden house. All in all, not bad, just burned the leaves, and the top layer of dead grass. Still, do I need to say it again? EMBARRASSING! I feel horrible-neighbors are cool about it-"No big deal." Hey, maybe the grass will grow better now. Please, no more excitement until tomorrow. Sarah

Here I go!

Well, this is it. It has actually happened-I've started a blog. What will I write about? Who knows. Who will read it? Who cares?! Will I talk about my kids too much? Most likely. My prediction is that the only people who would be able to relate to what I write, and find it amusing, are the people that are too busy to actually stop and read someone else's blog, because they're living the same things I'm writing about. So, here goes-this is my part journal, part rant, part something to do when I don't want to do what I should be doing, blog. I'm open to suggestions, but make no promises to put them to use. Hope your week goes well, wherever you are! Sarah