Let's Party

Do you ever have so many fun things planned for the weekend that you begin to dread it?  Am I really getting that old?  Here's our weekend schedule:

Friday Evening:  

6:30 - 2nd thru 6th graders from church arrive

6:30 - 7:00 - grill hot dogs, while kids play soccer in the pasture (hopefully avoiding any cow patties left from Black Bull's visit)

7:00 - grandchildren arrive for evening while parents go to a party far, far away from any munchkins

7:00 - 7:30 - escort children into the house for handwashing, filling plates, filling and refilling drinks, balancing plates and drinks back through door to eat outside

7:30 - 9:00 - gather 'round the campfire for songs, stories and the grand finale---roasting marshmallows and eating smores

13 kids (counting our 2 grandkids)

Mission:  Get the kids on a sugar high before returning them to their parents.

Cory is the master roaster.  This kid knows how to git'r'dun!

Jacob loved roasting marshmallows, but didn't want to eat them, so he roasted and Nana ate.

I still have a tummy ache and marshmallow under my fingernails.

9:00 - 10:45 - entertain grandkids until parents get home

Saturday

7:00 AM - leave home, drive to Edmond

8:30 - 1:30 - OC Alumni Baseball Day

1:30-3:00 - drive home

3:00 - ? - try to come up with refreshments for Small Group on Sunday while cleaning up from Friday evening's activities

Sunday

9:30 - 12:00 - Church

1:00 - 3:00 - Family coming over for Sunday Dinner

3:30 - Singing Practice at church

6:00 - 8ish - Small Group at our house

The alarm went off at 6:15 this morning (Saturday).  Neal hit the snooze button.  6:30...snooze. 6:45...Me: You wanna just stay home?...Neal:  Uh huh.

Sometimes you just have to say no.  Thanks for the pep talk, Terry.

Dear Husker

Dear Husker,

Even though I only knew you for five months, things aren't the same without you.  I now have to wait alone at the side gate for the big guy to come home from work.

You know, you could be rather annoying at times.  Like when you'd beat me to the coop at night and hog the blue cushion. Sometimes I'd get there first and block the door.  And you would stand outside and bark incessantly, until I conceded and let you inside.  And the way you paced back and forth between our bowls at meal time, eating out of both bowls.  Sheesh!

Of course, everyone knew about your foot fetish.  Many a person limped across the yard with your front paws wrapped around their ankle.

I tried to mentor you, but you were very stubborn. Occasionally, the big guy would let us ride in the back of the cadet when our stubby legs were tired.  But you couldn't stay still and you'd jump out, refusing to listen to my wise counsel.

Remember the time you took 10 years off our Master's life when you did an aerial and back flip out of the pick-up, traveling at 50 miles per hour?  I gave you a 7.5 on that one...I had to deduct for the landing.

I 

always pretended to suffer in silent tolerance when you constantly licked my face.  But secretly, I cherished every moment.

You'll be missed little buddy.

Love,

Gracie

Let the Fall Season Begin

Tonight is the 2 hour season premiere of Biggest Loser.  I can hardly contain myself.  Jillian is my hero.  I want to be Jillian. At least I want to have her calves and deltoids.  But my choice of trainers would have to be Bob--cause he likes Yoga and Jill yells alot.

Oh, the challenges--the failures--the triumphs!  It's all so heart-wrenching.  I know...it's a sickness. Especially since it airs on Tuesday nights which, as you know, is "burrito night" at the Blevins'. By the time they get to the weigh-in I'm usually on my second dip of oreo ice cream, sorely disappointed in the lack of self-control that led to the pathetic 8 pounds lost by my pick of the night.

This season will be extra special, since I learned that the Youth Minister from Jenks is one of the contestants.  Go Sean!  I'm pumped.

Look Out Shoeshine!

It's been a very wet August and September.   But since Jacob just recently learned to ride his bicycle without training wheels, he's not gonna let a little rain stop him.

Just strap on a pair of rain boots and off you go.  Shoeshine (the stray dog that has taken up residence in their garage) better stay clear! 

Rock Fire Department Rocks!

This morning I balked at going to the Annual Rock Fire Department Auction.

Neal had to drag me out of the house, thermos of coffee in hand.  Turned out to be a blast! They even served sausage, biscuits and gravy for breakfast and hamburgers, hotdogs, frito chili pie, etc. for lunch.

Here's the loot we came home with.

7 horsepower tiller:  $175

(priced one last night at H0me Dep0t for over $700)

A BIG box

over half full of

strings of BIG Christmas lights, to light up our campsite:  $2

Zero Gravity lounge chair:  $30

(almost bought one of these this week at Atw00ds for $70)

Featherlite gas weedeater:  $7.50

Denon DVD player for the RV: $12.50

Chitchatting with our country neighbors and bidding like the pros:  Priceless.

IDL Construction Woes

I feel the need....for speed.  Really, I just need to vent.

What part of "Right TWO Lanes Closed Ahead" do you not understand?

Don't leave signs like "To I-244 West" uncovered and mislead me to believe that that ramp will actually be OPEN and TAKE me to I-244.

I get the heebie jeebies driving under an overpass supporting a man with a jackhammer.

The speed limit at the "End of Road Work" should be 75 mph...to make up for lost time...plus we're all driving that fast anyway.