Hot as a Fever

So what does 115 degree heat index and an A/C that stops working equal: One unhappy Mama!!!!!

As if having some crappity crap in my throat/chest wasn't enough...as I was loading the kids into our van after a night with their grandparents, I get a text from C saying that our A/C stopped working (at home). JUST GREAAAAT. So here we are early afternoon on a Sunday. Husband and Daddy couldn't figure out what was wrong with the A/C and within an hour it was already 82 degrees. Thank God, it did rain for a few minutes.

So, I pack up our bags and head BACK to my parents house. Great thing that I did, because that night (after the kids going to bed at 6:45pm from sheer exhaustion-and Mommy made them) M started to run a fever. I am so glad that I didn't decide to stay home. Poor baby, it would have been miserable for her.

So, Monday morning arrives. Even though I am in "my house" (my old house I lived in before I got married for many years) it isn't my "home" anymore. I find this very strange and almost a bit sad. I have SO many incredible memories there, but since I have been gone almost eight years now, it really doesn't feel comfortable to me anymore. I really did miss MY home. I wanted to be home so badly. Mainly because there were SO many things that I could be doing: laundry, laundry, laundry. I don't have to stay right behind the kids at MY house because everything is kid friendly. Oh, lets not forget to mention: MY BED. C and I (after seven years of marriage) FINALLY  broke down and bought a brand new bed. A Select Comfort. :) For a while after we got it I wasn't all that happy..but now, I love it. I love, love, love my bed. I love my side, I love my pillows, I love the way it smells, I. Love. My. Bed. (Oh what shall I do when convention comes up in three weeks and I am away from it for three nights...I will go into withdrawals!!!!)

So anyway, while waiting for the word that C had found someone and our air was indeed working again, the kids played and watched cartoons. I tried to keep my parents house tidy. I tried to do routine stuff, naps, dishes, etc.

The boys enjoyed playing outside with "Little Kitty" (the stray that came up) and in the dirt.  One of M's favorite dolls to play with at my parents is Poor Pitiful Pearl. She is pitiful (looking) alright! :)

The carriage was my grandmothers. I love it. Too bad it wasn't for a human baby, because I so would have rocked it. :)

The stamp on the back of Pearl's head either says 1963 or 1968..I can't remember. :) Either way, Pearl was my Mama's baby doll. My Maw Maw Maddox had her fixed up a bit, because let's face it whether '63 or '68..Pearl was a bit old.

Bad quality photo, I know...but this is what PPP looked like before she got a makeover. :)

Moving along.......

With no diet coke, I needed a pick-me-up after the sleepless night I had.  So what was left of my parents coffee (in the pot of course), I attempted to make my own iced coffee. I put a bit of their creamer, milk, sugar and ice: VIOLA! It was incredibly impressive! I may just have to start making these every morning!!

Around 3pm I finally headed home after getting the word that our A/C was working again. Ugh, Daddy, Husband, A/C guy and too much money later: It was a breaker. He did do some preventative maintenance checks, but still..sheesh.

So I get home and C is in bed because he has to work 12hrs that night....I open my dishwasher hoping that he had remembered to start it like I had asked. He did! I then looked in the bottom to see a pool of yucky water. SERIOUSLY.

Thank you, Lord, for the brains you gave the people that invented the WET/Dry Shop Vac. So, crisis averted, my dishwasher works fine. :)

Backing up a few days............

Friday night I decided I wanted a milkshake. Knowing that Hardee's is just down the road, I figured I would head out since the kids were in bed (and C was at home). "The Enterprise" needs some work done on it, so to avoid driving it and possibly furthering the work that needs to be done on it, I decided to drive "The Man Van".  "The Man Van" is our old mini-van that C now drives to work. :)  So, I was coming home from Hardee's and was at the red light in front of the WCC.  I heard what sounded like something fly off. I didn't really think much of it...until my oil light came on and my heat gauge went from C to almost H. NOT.A.GOOD.SIGN. So, I called C and told him what happened. He, of course, wanted me to pull over right then...well, can't really do that when you are going up a really steep hill. So, luckily, I made it to DCS and pulled over there. God was really looking over me that night. As SOON as I started to turn into the parking lot I lost power steering. I am pretty strong (haha) so I was able to maneuver the man van pretty easily.  I told C I would text our neighbor to see if she was home and if she wouldn't mind coming and sitting (since the kids were asleep) long enough for him to come and get me. She was home! Praise the Lord!!!

While waiting on C I had a lovely, just lovely view:

Under that light on the right were two little shirtless boys and an ice chest. I have no idea what they were doing that close to the highway at almost 10 o'clock at night, but, they entertained me none-the-less.

Knowing that "The Enterprise" would be there to beam me up within ten minutes, I really wasn't all that concerned. Hey, at least I had my MILKSHAKE. :)

So, this weekend has been particularly crazy. I did have a really good time laughing my butt off at Girls Game Night! We only got through one hilarious game and few bottles of wine, but the food was great and so was the conversation. I will leave that for a blog post all its on!!!

A Surprise Visit!!

While cleaning up the kitchen after supper tonight, I got a text from a very wonderful blast from my past.  My Ba: my "Eww, whats that on my wall", my Solo and Ensemble partner, my Skyline CEO, my reasons for "ready-go", A.K.A, Schuyler. :)

Schuyler and I have been BFF since fourth grade. We played trumpet together for eight years and graduated highschool together. We've enjoyed trips to Disney World and to the Liberty Bowl in Memphis, TN. I got into more trouble for being on the phone late at night during my teen years with him than anyone else.  I've jumped the hill on Carney Street and been in a car accident with him.  We've pretended we were are year older just for a free icecream. We've sang Faith Hill to the top of our lungs with the windows rolled down and our hands out of the sunroof.  Ah, now those were the days!

Sadly, sometimes, life moves you in different directions and apart from your bff's.  One thing is for sure: We can always catch right back up like the years have never passed by. And, THAT, is what a true BFF is.

So, my text said, "Look outside...surprise."  I then replied, "Um, are you here, because I don't see you."  I then recieved, "Uh oh." :)  That goes to show you just how many years it has been since he has been to my house!!

Surprise! With my kitchen a mess, Chris in the shower, my boys in their underwear, my daughter covered in watermelon popcicle; my bff for 18 years was at my door!  Luckily, true friends don't care if your wearing white shorts and blue underwear, or if your hair looks like you just threw it up on top of your head without combing it first......:)

Even though I haven't gotten a chance to see him in a while (Arizona is a LONG way away!) it was just like we never skipped a beat! Once my children warmed up, it was an all-out "Betcha can't guess what this is?" with play-doh.

(See:PJ's, underwear and a soggy diaper!! lol)

The kids really enjoyed him. They had to show him their Kung-Fu moves and how they could spin. M even made him spin her around a few times! Ha! My children sure broke him into the family fast!

In honor of my BA (I honestly don't remember why we call each other that.) I decided I would go back 10-11 years and post a few pictures from our glory days. Wow, how the time flies.

This was pretty much my life-band. We were pretty hardcore band nerds. This was 1999 (judging by no uniforms AND the date on the picture). I am pretty sure I still could not sit down to play with him without laughing until my stomach hurt. Though we never made a "Superior" at Solo and Ensemble together, we knew we were Superior at heart! HAHA.

Wow. Our Senior year.  Schuyler was Drum Major and I was Section Leader. Ba was a FANTASTIC Drum Major.  I had a duet that year with my friend, Katie.WE were pretty awesome! Even then, on the field when I am supposed to look at my Drum Major for direction-I never really could look at him in the face because I knew that if I did, I may never regain my composure.

Espania! ....."I dont know where to go, I dont know where to go..........."

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now those years, were the time of my life!!!! :)

In comes our senior year. Its August of 1999 and guess what? Yep, U-N-I-F-O-R-M-S!! This picture is hilarious to me. I am surprised you can't see his cup of tea. :)

Another good time, EsCoHi (newspaper).  This was Ba's "planning period" which regularly included sleep or a trip to sell ads get breakfast.

Aw, prom. Even though we didn't go together and ventured out with different groups afterwards...you still have to get pictures with your BA, right!? :) Oh geez, why didn't anyone tell me I was so white? AND WHY IN THE WORLD DID I HAVE BANGS...Not cool bangs..but BANGS that I used a CURLING IRON to fix. Oh. My. Stars.

We seriously had the best time together. Seperating us and changing the alphabetical order of the classroom couldn't stop us from talking (RIP Mr. Long). We had hand signals, we had code words.

So, what a wonderful surprise I had today!  I just hope that next time, my suprise doesn't have to wait NEAR as long!!!

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