September 20, 2007

Hostesses with the Mostesses


Tonight was our monthly game of Bunco. No, not a monthly excuse to eat chips and salsa and drink cheap wine. A fun time was had by all. My great helper (which did ALL the work) and I decided to dress alike. Purely by chance (talk about probability and statistics) did we show up with the exact taupeish color on. We actually had all members with one sub and an awesome sub she was. It was a great chance to get together, destress and hang out. With the city rival group down the road playing, we had to be on top of our game in case there is ever a bunco tournament. That seems like it would come the week after the diaper changing contest!
Terri, Andrea, Veronica, Amy, Becky's head, Suzanne, April and Sandrea in the way back, Lani, Kathy and Christen! Fun times at casa de Key.

September 17, 2007

Block Party -- A Guest Blog

The weather was fine, so we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. With the jury out and my closing finished, I came feeling relaxed for the first time in two weeks. To celebrate, Jenn made a delicious cornucopia of culinary delights that included stuffed peppers from Stouffers, yesterday's macaroni and cheese, sweet tea, spaghetti, leftover crabcakes, and the remnants of taco night from last week. With this combination of scents too much to take, I came downstairs to find Jenn and Lillee Grace finished with dinner and walking down the road. Lills was on her bike, and Jenn had a big phonebook in hand and her phone in another.

You can see above the lovely outfit she and I picked out together, including jungle print pants, golden crocs, LG's 18-month-old velvet dress last, and pink bicycle helmet. Mom is really proud of our couture. Baxter is seen above sporting his new kicks and hearing the sounds of a distant lawn mower. Moments after this picture was taken, Baxter began conspiring with his sister to carjack the Snapper lawn mower down on Skyline and secret it back to our backyard.

After I spoiled his criminal enterprise, we returned for bathtime. I fixed a plate of stuffed pepper and some crabcake and headed upstairs to hang out during bathtime.

Bax and I then kicked back with some whole milk and debated with each other which kid on PBS's hit show Caillou has the hottest mom. Bax is partial to Caillou's mom, but I personally think that Leo's mom is the true minx.

Anyway, they are down for the night now, and I am about to pretend to be sleeping to avoid Jenn's furniture rearranging project.

September 11, 2007

Our friend, Mr. Wes

Mr. Wes(left) wanted his picture taken for his debut on the blog. It's hard to think of a time when something major has happened in our life that we have not called Mr. Wes. When we met the Long family they essentially took us under their wing and showed us the ropes of Griffin. Thankfully, they were on the right side of the tracks and ropes. He usually manages to help guide us in strange situations, mainly the fix I'm in at this point in time at the Methodist Church. So, Mr. Wes, you must comment now to be an official blogger! This man is witty, funny, but most of all, smart and rico sueve! Scott continues to be a "WIT" - Wes In Training! However, he still wants to fix his own supper before ours, doesn't offer guests a drink and sometimes still tries to wear that green shirt he wore when we were dating. Posing with Mr. Wes is Don. Blog readers may know him as Farrah's husband. Take a look because we are all most certain thi sface will be on a republican bumper sticker at some point in our lifetime.

Saturday night in downtown Griffin. A fun time was had by all. Great music and our table won for overall best rectangle table because of the awesome centerpiece of chicken dip we were sporting!



Angie and Carl - our dates for Sat. night. The counselor in Angie wanted to tell us how Scott is a cross between a peaceful pragmatic and perfect melancholy. Even though I have no official counseling expertise, I can tell you those are big words for tuning out the world around you and not being able to recognize dirt in the floor. We had a great time with them and their South Beach Diet Bars!

We got along pretty well considering he smelled like an arthur de fuente store. Ick. After keeping the kids all weekend while he prepared for his big murder trial that I've had to hear about for the past month, I needed a night out on the town. Baxter had to go to the doctor, has an ear infection, LG painted glitter paint all over the new non-IKEA table and I was totally unprepared for company Sat. afternoon.





Here is Baxter today before water day...
Baxter after water day. Hey - I was able to make a chicken dish for Viki, spaghetti for the family and solve world hunger with angelina while the kids entertained themselves for 15 mins. Wow - what we can do with that little amount of time.

Outfit change #4 today!


Elizabeth made a surprise appearance - wow - i cooked - we had to have someone over for supper.

Winding down for the night. She perches up there like a darn poodle or cat. I'm not sure if you can see it but LG got out of the bath and put a Nascar bandaid over her eye. Since Elizabeth has a patch over her eye, my genius decided to be like her friend. I think Elizabeth's bandage may be a little easier to pry off. It was a rough go there for a while to get the tape off her eye.
Baxter put his shoes on, got the keys, said "bye" and walked out the front door and shut it. I ask Scott if I should tell him to be home by 9:00? He just stood outside with his keys just looking at me. Finally, he came inside, got his milk and said, "night night." Such a sweet boy!
I mean, Scott sees nothing wrong with the family unit looking like a bunch of crazies. This is not normal to all watch the latest episode of Caliou together. Is it?

Here is the pic Amy has ask for this afternoon. This is the front of the new house we are growing to love and appreciate each room. Only because you are unable to visit because of hte new reduced, stressed, fractured leg am I posting this pic. for you...




September 6, 2007

Buckle up for Safety

Well, it's been a little over a week since the incident and I've gotten up the nerve to share my story with the world. Since the Wells Fargo truck has begun backing into the driveway to pay the people taking care, transporting and teaching our children, I have started trying to find a way to solve and consolidate our stress. Lillee Grace started going to school last week mon. through thurs. Baxter started last Tues. and Thurs. Our sweet angel Mrs. Joy of course, takes LG still each day - we love that woman. However, there was a question about dear Baxter. My figurings led me to suggest that Mary needed to learn to drive. I thought I was doing something good for all mankind. Two different days last week we drove down to the Methodist church for some tutorial driving lessons. She was a little nervous but did surprisingly well. We looped the circle, stopped, backed up, went through the carpool two different days. Note - there was no one on the premises. So on the 3rd day as we cruised down the straight-away she slowed as we were to make the turn into the carport. Turning right, I advised her to slow down a little. She did not. Neither did the wheel slow on the turning. Oh no, Tony Stewart just kept on going right into the cement column. As the 1st column went under my truck, she panicked, hit the accelerator and rammed the 2nd column. It went down and we were headed into the preschool building. Luckily, the screaming and hand motions I was giving her made her press the brake at last. I put it in park and here comes the lawn service guy. Yes, the children were in the car. Lillee Grace said, "Mommy, what was that bump?" I turned on Dora and got out calmly to survey the damage. Looking back now, I was so incredibly calm. The grass guy suggesting calling the police. Not in this lifetime. The bad part was when I called Scott. He was, of course, in Valdosta for the night. He wanted to advise me that our children would be in the care of DFACS since he couldn't bail me out for 4 hours and neither could my parents be here for another 4 hours. Scott supportive, no way jose. Mind you, this occurred at the end of the month - coming up on pay day. When the cement dust had cleared, I thought Thank you God for us all being okay and no one was hurt. Next I thought, DARN, I WAS PAYING FOR MY CURTAINS TOMORROW! With my hands shaking like Ali's, I tried to write down my name and number and leave for the church. So before anyone could call the police or 911, I jumped in and headed to take Mary home. Oh yeh, the truck is driveable. When I backed out of her driveway, both kids were nodding off. As soon as she shut the door, the heavens flooded. I do not do well with crying and it was not a pretty sight. It's tough thinking, someone fix it now! Who to call? Mr. Wes. Not only is he father of the year, he also wears carharts and can fix any situation, no matter what it may be. He went to check the wreckage and thought the car was going to need lots of rubber mallot care.



Probably the worst part of the ordeal was Scott being so far away. As he enjoyed turn down service, facial and happy ending massage at the Motel 6 in south Georgia, I put the kids to bed, ate a gallon of ice cream and watched a Bridgett Jones marathon on TBS. How depressing to think a 54-year-old woman cannot keep a 12 inch diameter steering wheel on a straight and narrow path?

Well, we're back to Mr. Omar, our cab driver coming each day, Mrs. Joy here at 8:20 Mon. through Thurs. and some really nice lady I met at my school coming at 8:50 on Tues. and Thurs. We might as well have a BP station in the front yard as much fuel as we're supporting.

The church is not sueing. Mary's neck is not hurt. The kids are fine. Mary will never drive another car I own again. The preschool director did not kick us out. Mr. Wes is fixing everything. Oh yeh, and I've ordered my fabric for curtains.