...Still Unpacking

I have taken entirely too many breaks from the mess we are living in.

There are still boxes and piles of odd things here and there.

If it weren't for Facebook and Sonic Happy Hour, I might be more productive.

All My Worldly Possessions...

... are back in one place. That's what my mom said to me just a few days ago.

She and my dad came to help us make the move to the "big" house. That's what we call it. And, folks.. it is a big house.

Whoopee!

I (we) worked our booties off for two days straight. Too bad that the booty doesn't ACTUALLY go away.

And if you were wondering. Yep, I got hurt. I got smacked in the face with a piece of the boy's play fort while we were taking it apart. But, I WAS NOT WEARING THE FLIP FLOPS! Ha!

Yesterday, I slowed down a bit. I just unpacked 487,693 boxes.

And guess what! The "big" house has stairs. And 274,874 of those boxes were upstairs when they needed to be downstairs. And 212,819 of those boxes were downstairs when they needed to be upstairs. Good times.

So last night, I sat my tired self down to the finale of a little show we call Idol. And, boo hoo. But, I refuse to be a "hater." Kris Allen is a very talented and humble guy. And his little wife is adorable. I wish him much success.

He was not, as you may have assumed, my personal favorite.



I know... I know. He's wearing eyeliner and black nail polish. I know... I know. There are LOTS of questions about his choice of lifestyle. I have heard it ALL. As we say in the South, "My grand-daddy would be rolling over in his grave if he could see how these kids are looking these days!"

But, I am a fan. A HUGE fan. A sad fan today.

And what about that singing with KISS? Have mercy.

This morning, the news lady said second place is a blessing in disguise for Adam because it keeps him from having to sing that cheesy winner's song - "No Boundaries."

Hee hee.

I have no doubts that Adam will be successful.

Because I'll be the first in line to buy his music.



In the meantime, I'll be unpacking.

These Flip Flops Were Made for Fallin'

Seems that a few folks I've talked to are concerned about the "spill" I took on Monday.

In the middle of the parking lot.

Of a store that's usually VERY crowded.

The good Lord was looking out for me because I didn't really hurt anything, and I was able to spring gracefully to my feet with anyone seeing me. (I think.)

I told my friend that I had a feeling it was gonna be like a minor car accident. It would hurt the next day.

Well. It did.

And the next night, too. My whole left side felt like... well... like I'd fallen in the parking lot.

Sore left booty cheek. (I know. Too much information.)

In case you were thinking that I'm just a klutz... I am. But, it was probably the sturdy shoes I was sportin' that day.

Flip flops.

Gotta love 'em.

Warning: What you are about to see may offend some of you. There are those among us that will now be convinced that this preacher's-chaplain's wife is headed straight to H_E_C_K.
In giving you a look at the flops, you will - inevitably - get a glimpse of the ink. My apologies to those who are ashamed of me. Yes, my momma did raise me better. (But, I love it! Wink, wink.)



See them? The flip flops? I got them at Old Navy a zillion years ago... I think when Old Navy was called Young Navy. See how worn down and thin they are? See the green paint from a furniture redo project? See how much my feet love them? Please do not feel sorry for them. There are other, newer, and much jazzier flops in my closet, but these guys are my favorites.

I'm convinced that moving.. not my choice in footwear... is hazardous to my health. The last time I was days away from a move, I dropped my sewing machine on my foot.

And I was wearing the very same flip flops that day, too.

Priorities and Dancing Boys

You know. It's all about the priorities.

I am moving. Changing houses. In one week.

And to prepare myself today, I did... nothing!

Well, I did plenty. Just nothing related to the move. OK, I lied. I did get a few boxes. Hold your excitement.

I also slipped and fell in the parking lot of the Commissary. Nothing hurt. Just my PRIDE. Thankfully, because of the rain, there weren't many people there.

OK. Back to the boxes. I don't even really NEED the boxes... the Army is doing all the moving for us. But, if you know my feelings on that...
You will know that I am moving some things myself. (That means tossing them into a box and driving them to my new neighborhood and putting them on the floor and doing it all over again about 50 times.) I am allowed to toss my own things, because I toss carefully. Movers do not know how to toss carefully.

Yesterday was a fun-filled Mother's Day!
After church, I flaked out on the couch. Once again... priorities.

We also went out to dinner with some friends to celebrate Mother's Day. To be rather honest, it wasn't at all what I'd envisioned my evening to be. But, it ended up being perfect fun.

Not really sure what came over our kids, but the dancing started on the playground.
And when I say "dancing," I mean some serious booty shakin'. (Skinny booty shakin'... they are all lacking in the booty department.



I think this was the "Robot" maybe?




And... the dancing continued inside. Tableside. Thank the Lord - this is the type of place that encourages rowdy behavior.





There were diners taking pictures, diners laughing and pointing, diners clapping along, and diners who probably wished they'd dined somewhere else last night. Mercy.



All in all, a nice Mother's Day. Cause not much makes this mama any happier than seeing her boy having a good time. Priorities, folks.

He's a Little Bit Reserved... Like His Mama

And he loves the beach as much as she does. Is it that obvious?