It's That Time Of Year Again

Please forgive me if the blog posts are few and far between for the next 6 days.

Two words:
Shark Week.

Woo to the hoo! We are glued to the TV.

Stay out of the water, people.

Would You? Could You?

We now interrupt the regularly scheduled summer/moving recap to bring you...

A question.
Purely hypothetical.

Let's say you were new in town, and a new neighbor popped in to bring you a treat.
Mini cheesecakes.
And let's just say that when the new friend handed you the container of yum, an accident caused 5 or 6 of the yums to fall onto the floor.
And let's just say they landed right side up... even if the cherry jumped off.
And let's just say you hadn't had a good homemade dessert in at least 3 weeks.

When the neighbor left...
Would you eat the mini cheesecakes that had fallen on the floor?
(They're in a paper cupcake liner, people.)

I texted my friend, J, to share my purely hypothetical story with her.
She asked me what kind of topping they had. (It's the little things.)
I told her it was a cherry, and the cherry had actually rolled across the foyer...
picking up dirt along the way.

I most certainly did not eat the hypothetical cherry.
I told her I have my standards.
Hypothetically.

Death Threats...

... From a 3 year-old are sometimes funny.
Let me explain...

We were able to spend the long Fourth of July weekend with my family. Including my brother, sis-in-law, and nephew.

The cousins have the most interesting bond... despite the age difference and the fact that they don't see each other often, they are tight. Super-duper crazy about each other. I love it.
My brother and I have always been friends. Even when other siblings we knew were literally ripping each other's hair out, we got along. So I love that our boys love each other.



When they're together, my mom's house sounds like a den of wild monkeys.
I'm certain my son is teaching his cousin all sorts of inappropriate things.

My nephew has always called his big cousin "I-Yah," and no one corrects him... it's too cute. In fairness, the boy has called his uncle "Doughy" since he could talk. I suppose it's payback.

Anywho...
One afternoon while we were all together, they were chasing each other with those giant Nerf swords... around and around my mom's car in circles while we all watched.
With a burst of sword-swinging fury, my nephew yelled out,

"I will kill you I-Yah!"

We all did the "head turn/cover your face and try not to laugh" thing. My brother scooped him up as he ran past and calmly explained,

"We don't say that... it's not nice. We don't say we're gonna kill people."

I totally get his point and would have said the same thing to my 3 year-old.
But OHMYWORD it was funny. And it still is funny.
We've actually been saying it ever since then.
"I will kill you I-Yah!"
I laugh every time.

Out-Of-Sorts

I am alive.
Not that anyone really cared about this old blog.
But, I am alive.

The last 45 days are a bit of a blur.
Packing up and leaving one house, traveling all over the Southeast, living with my family, then finally landing (?) in our new place.

None of it was without drama. Especially the "moving" parts.
We are still recovering from the damage done to our puny worldly possessions. Don't worry... there will be plenty to tell.

I am a bit overwhelmed and "out of sorts" at this point.
The house is a wreck, and there doesn't seem to be a "home" for all our junk.
When I feel overwhelmed and "out of sorts" I procrastinate; I don't do ANYTHING. Which makes things worse.
I've spent a lot of time roaming aimlessly from room to room just looking at the mess.
I've moved and moved and moved pieces of things around and around and around.
I've watched entirely too much Phineas and Ferb with the boy.
I've pouted a little bit because I miss my friends and the way things were.
And this heat. Lord, help us all. It's too hot to even think.

So when I manage to get myself a bit more pulled together, I will post pictures of the new place.
And tell you all about the broken things.
And show you what the boy looks like with his braces off. (Brace thyselves.)
And give you a riveting play-by-play of all our happenings.

Here's hoping you are all feeling a little more "together" than me!

Ch-Ch-Ch-Chiggers

The boy likes to keep things interesting, so this summer he decided to get 38,625 chigger bites.
739 of which are in places that chiggers should not go.
Places that a momma should not have to see; let alone apply medicine to.

The Summer of 2009, we went to the ER with a catfish barb through the boy's hand.
The Summer of 2010, we went to the ER with hives brought on by the oil in the Gulf.
The Summer of 2011, we are hoping to avoid the ER.
But we are having one grand and glorious time dabbing Caladryl where the sun don't shine.
Good times.

Blogging While Homeless

Hello long lost blog world.
I have been a bit preoccupied with being homeless so I haven't had a chance to sit down and share my wise wisdom.
Also, I don't have my laptop yet.

In case anyone gives a hoot, we:
1. Moved out of our old house.
2. Semi-moved in with my parents.
3. Absolutely trashed my parents house with piles and piles of stuff we apparently cannot live without.
4. Dropped the boy off with his grandparents and traveled 6 hours to KY/TN to find a house.
5. Drove ALL OVER the Fort Campbell area looking for said house.
6. Met a wonderfully sweet family looking to rent THEIR house out.
7. Paid a rental deposit on Wonderful Family's house.
8. Drove back 6 hours to pick up the boy and the cat.
9. Drove 8 hours to spend a week with Dan/Daddy's family in FL.
and
10. Contemplated jumping off a bridge.

Well, that last one was just me.

Ahhh.... Summertime.

Good-Bye 5th Grade

The longest school year on record has finally ended.
We know folks who have just came home from vacation, whose kids had Bible School last week, and who are all already bored.
Not us.
We are just beginning.

We are beginning the shortest summer on record.
You see, school ends here on June 14 and starts in our new place on August 3.
Do the math, and feel sorry for the boy.


Oh well... we're gonna enjoy it while we can.

Cheers to summer!