Visitating with Kenzie

Love is sucking it up and putting your fears aside.

I have a rule. I never drive with other people's kids in the car. It makes me a nervous wreck. Let's face it. I have good reason. I got hit SITTING at a red light. Thus far, I've been able to avoid, for the most part, having to drive Carson and Chloe around. Normally if it's absolutely necessary, I can get Sister to drive for me. However, tonight, Kenzie was dying to go with Becky and I on visitation. I've put off taking the kids all year for the simple fact of I'm a scaredy cat... but she really wanted to go, so I sucked it up and took her. AND WE HAD A BLAST! I wish I'd have done it all year. She's incredibly smart, tons of fun, and I know it meant a lot to her. Good times. :0)

Straight Talk with Buddy

Love is the truth of old friends.
Let me set this up. We are officially in week 2 of the Hungarian Flu. I decided to combat it last night by buying some Mucinex. I only and always drink water, but as I was checking out, I saw a Dr. Pepper. DOCTOR. Yep. Sounded like that might help. It said it was the cure for the common cola. Well, the jury is back. Mucinex, Dr. Pepper and attempting to run a 3-K will NOT cure the Hungarian Flu. Shocking, I know. Anyway, that led to a hilarious conversation with an old friend. While lounging by the river, I gave a call to my best pal, Buddy. Various portions of the conversation went as follows.
Buddy: "What are YOU doing?"
Me: "Laying by the river. Some creepster keeps walking by. You know the first thing that went through my head? Yeah... I can take him."
Buddy: "That sounds about right. Still got the Hungarian flu?"
Me: "Yep."
Buddy: "Have you been to a doctor? You need to get a shot."
Me: "Gosh no. I don't like needles. I did go on a lunch date with Zeb. He felt so sorry for me and said I sounded pitiful. So sweet."
Buddy: "Yeah... I would've told you you're an idiot. Go to the doctor."
Me: "And that's why I went to lunch with Zeb instead of YOU."

Hilarious. The conversation got funnier as it went on. There's nothing like your best friend to keep you humble. New boys bring you up - old friends make sure to knock you back down as only they can. He gets away with it because he knows me best. THAT is love. And that is my favorite conversation of the day. :0)

I'll Huff and Puff...

I love Rexall Chest Rub.

heeheehee. Bet you didn't see that one coming. I have proudly hosted the Hungarian flu for a solid week now. The only worse thing than humidity in the summer in AL is having a cold, in the humidity in the summer, in AL. It is IMPOSSIBLE to breathe. I have begun inhaling Rexall Chest Rub like some crazy crack addict. Gran would be so proud. Speaking of my favorite 87 year old... we had a blast this past Sunday. It was the "Big Decoration". Some things never change. We all had lunch and went to the graveyard. A few of the weirdos took pics. Jake, Mason and I got frowned at for playing football in the graveyard. And of course, Jodie had her Michael Jackson umbrella out to keep the sun off. We had Melanie's 18th b'day which made me feel really old. And now, it's back to week #2 with the flu. IT is completely my fault. Got a bit sick last Tuesday and then went Wednesday to the Braves v. Yankees game and sat in the pouring down rain for 8 innings. I did get to experience batting practice with Chipper though, so it was totally worth it. Fun times. :0)

Best Note Ever.

Love is my Grandma.

My entire Grandma is love. From start to finish. Love is her buying pizza (which she doesn't like) so that I have something to eat when I roll in at all hours of the night after she's in bed. Love is not one, but two notes telling me where to find it and what to do with it. Love is her sitting up to chat with me for a few minutes after I jump in bed with her and wake her up. Love is spending the whole day with her and having scrambled eggs and baked beans for lunch. We got tickled. She was talking about we had to take George with us because we were his only friends. I told her she was my only friend so we were a sad bunch but I was okay with it. My Gran is awesome. She's the best. And she is MINE. Only 14 other people in the world can say that (originial Grandkids anyway). There are too many great grandkids to count, but I'm pretty certain I can say I am the favorite of all of them. I know she's my favorite. :0)

Christmas in May - Bloggin About it in June :0)

Love is the fun being worth the wait.

This has a double meaning today as I have just noticed it's been nearly a month since the last update. I have no better excuse than summer at the Shoals is nuts! There's too much to catch up on, so I'll explain the other half of the AWESOMENESS of anticipation of fun times. After 5 months, we finally had the Myers family Christmas. We had a fantastic little picnic at the Ava Maria Grotto. It was a beautiful spring day. Becky made the absolutely most delicious hummus. We had lots of other food, but that was the BEST! Sooooo good. After Chuckie and Susan left, we took a trip through the Grotto. It was so cute. Becky got her most out of the money. She looked at everything there and took it all in. Uncle Fuzz was cute too. Good times. :0)