Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
All in all- we completed everything on our list except the concrete sidewalk. It appears that concrete people are recession proof. We have contacted 3 different people that claimed that they would come give us an estimate. Three weeks later still no concrete estimate.
We were notified that camel rides were taking place at 3:00 on Friday. Yeah, we'll pass, but thanks.
(Please notice the red sign above the tigers cage...CAUTION BIG CAT SPRAYS...Maybe its because we don't get out much, but we did not know that. And at that moment we all were wondering which end it sprays from????? You know what? I'd rather not know.)
Yep, thats a goat and a calf. Exotic animals I tell ya.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I have big plans to update y'all on our Spring Break. Now whether that comes to pass has yet to be seen.
I would like to present to you my favorite picture from the week...
Between the brown S10 and those shorts with boots A-Master single handedly brought sexy back.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
And she strongly believes that everything she gets her hands on should go in her mouth.
Weighs: 14 lbs 7oz (as of 2 weeks ago)
I learned one important fact about our girl during spring break...she does not nap well. I don't know what she does at daycare, but let me tell you, last week she didn't take more than a 20 minute nap everyday. And she won't go down without a fight. And who can blame her? There was so much excitement with all of the landscaping and porch staining.
The best nap she got all week was when we put her in her seat and sat it on the swing. In essence we were trying to trick her into thinking we were riding in the car. It worked on this particular occasion. On Saturday, because I value my sanity, we loaded her up during a major meltdown and drove around for a little while.
And because I took a blogacation (blog vacation- haha) I didn't post a picture of her little St. Patricks Day getup until now.
She is excited about her new swimsuits and can't wait to go swimming.
I plan to talk more about this in another post, but when she goes to sleep she pulls/plays in her hair.
During day 1 of our yard makeover Jolie did a little babysitting. I loved how she propped Reese's head up on her baby doll in lieu of a pillow.
She finally figured out how to get her toes in her mouth!
Friday, March 11, 2011
It all started on Friday when Adam tried to get his biweekly haircut. He is accustomed to paying not one red cent over $10 for a haircut. Actually until a few years ago he went to a particular barber shop that only charged him $5, but he had to get up at 5 AM on Saturdays in order to "beat the old women who would be lined up at 6 to get their hair permed." Once while we were in college he took for granted that people in Auburn cut hair for $10 and got his haircut without asking the price in advance. He ended up paying $25 and I still hear about it TO. THIS. DAY. Followed by... "and then they had a tip jar! Here's your tip- look both ways before crossing the road." You tell em' A-Master.
The odd thing is that Adam isn't cheap by any stretch of the imagination. We are talking about a man who without reserve will pay upwards of $50 for a fishing pole (which I swear he has one just like it in the barn). And in an effort to avoid sheer pandemonium at Wal Mart he begs me to grocery shop at Winn Dixie. He is a lot of things, but cheap he is not. Until we start talking about his hair. Because, really, who cares about their hair?
He declares that his hair doesn't get long only poofy. In essence A-Master gets an Afro if he goes too long without a trim. He went to his regular girl on Friday and the unacceptable occurred. Someone was already in front of him and he just couldn't bear to sacrifice 10 minutes to wait his turn. So he revolted and didn't get a haircut because he couldn't be bothered with all that waiting.
Fast forward to Saturday. I am currently on the pastor search committee at our church and the committee along with our spouses were having dinner with our, fingers crossed, new pastor and his family Saturday night. While we were in Oxford on Saturday Adam realized that his hair had crossed over into "Afro" status and something must be done. An Afro at our dinner date would simply send the wrong impression. He called one of the salons to inquire about their pricing. In his most serious and mature voice I hear..., "Um, yes ma'am could you tell me the price of your gentleman's haircuts?" (Seriously, gentleman's???) He promptly hung up when he was informed the going rate was $17.95. Unacceptable, people. Unacceptable.
So the 4 of us came home (me, Reese, Adam and his 'fro') and started preparing for our dinner date. Reese helped me make the one and only dish I ever take anywhere- Cast Iron Skillet Apple Pie. I can't take credit for the recipe. I married into it. And I must say that it is a little piece of Heaven right in your mouth!
I had to be at the dinner early so I left Adam behind to get ready and meet me there later. When we got home later that night he ask as he turned his head from side to side,
"So did you notice anything different about me?"
"I did a little trimming on my hair after you left."
Lord have mercy.
"You did what?"
And then, as he makes clipping motions with his fingers all over his head, I hear "yeah, I used the thinning sheers and just randomly cut."
That sound ya'll just heard was hair stylist far and wide gasping in horror.
On Friday he couldn't bear to wait 10 minutes to get his haircut, but on Saturday he has 30 minutes to waste CUTTING HIS OWN HAIR!
He said that after he "thinned out the 'fro'" so much hair started coming out that he proclaimed out loud to himself, "Uh oh, LeeLee isn't going to like this!"
Bless his heart. With a hair crisis surrounding him who does he think of? Not himself, but his wife. He is a compassionate soul. Thankfully, it wasn't evident to the uninformed eye that he had played beauty shop with thinning sheers. Although after he mentioned it I could tell the 'fro' seemed smaller.
Anyway, on to more important matters. Just to let you know next week is Spring Break. I wasn't sure if I had mentioned that or not. There are rumors that A-Master is taking me on a date that might or might not include a movie and a trip through Chick-Fil-A's drive through for ice cream on the way home. He knows the way to my heart. I desperately need to get my hair "did" next week, but I shiver at the though of having to be somewhere at a certain time during my week off. My hearts desire is to have NOTHING to do next week. Just as I was telling Adam that exact statement this list was presented to me...
What? What'd you say? You didn't know I was a landscaper?
Just my opinion...the list is a little ambitious considering it took us 2 years to paint our back door. I mean, with that kind of list when will I have time to sit and stare at Reese while watching her hair grow?