Wednesday, July 30, 2008

August 2nd!

So, Saturday is August 2nd and I am so excited I could just pee my pants! It's my birthday and I will be 31, but that is NOT why I am excited. I have been reading a series of books called the Twilight series. Some of you (most of you that would be reading this anyway) know how obsessed I am with those books. I need that 4th book like a crack addict needs his next hit and it comes out on the 2nd.

I am pretty sure I am in love with a fictional character that happens to be a vampire. That is normal right? RIGHT?! I beg people to read the books so they can be crack addicts like me, salivating over the next book just a few days away.

I have warned friends and family that they need not bother with trying to celebrate my birthday. I will be holed up in my bedroom with snacks, drinks and THE book.

The only sad sad thing is that there isn't anywhere closer than Evansville that is releasing the book at midnight Aug 1. Our Vincennes Wal-Mart won't get it until mid day or so. :( I am very very very very bummed about that but I guess I will just have to be patient and wait. Garry would tell you that I don't do the whole being patient thing well.

Yes I do feel a tad silly being so obsessed with fictional characters that happen to be vampires and wolves but I don't care enough not to spend that whole day satisfying that obsession!!!! Come on August 2nd!

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Fly Away

Most of you that read my blog know that my Grandma died a few days ago. She had cancer and had fought bravely for some time now. I want to share a happy story about how my Grandma gave me my love of music and singing.

My whole family used to go to a church in Vincennes. When I was around 11-12 my Mom and Dad stopped going as did my cousin Wendy's Mom and Dad. After about a month of this my Grandma drove from Vincennes to Bicknell and announced she would be taking Wendy and I to choir practice with her from now on and we had to sing with her. I was mortified. That is really an understatement. I was so very shy at that time in my life and the LAST thing I ever wanted to do was get up and sing in front of people. Are you kidding me? They might look at me! She insisted and you don't tell Grandma no. So then started my education in reading music and singing. She is the one that discovered I was an alto. She was so patient with me trying to teach me the saprano part up until then lol. I wouldn't be able to get a piece of music and she would encourage me to keep on trying until I got it. I remember the love in her eyes as she would watch Wendy and I practice. She was so proud. Grandma had a ton of grandkids (she had 9 kids) and it was a big deal to be singled out by her. I will never forget just how special she made me feel. I do wish I could muster the courage and strength to sing for her one last time at the funeral like she wanted me to. I love you Grandma. Thank you for giving me my voice with your love.

Monday, July 21, 2008

It's not fair!

It's not fair. The fair is in Bicknell. No really. It's not fair. Trying to explain to an 8 year old why we CAN'T go to the fair every single night is a chore. In the same breath I am trying to also explain to her why it is not ever a good idea to ride anything that has been put together in one after noon. I just don't trust those rides. For as much as it costs to ride those things in one day you can go to Holiday World and at least trust the rides your kid is on.

Don't get me wrong there are things I enjoy at the fair. I like to take Grace to see the animals and she loves it. I also like to see Grace's 4-H project on display. She is so proud and so am I! It warms my heart to see her little projects she has done all by herself.

When she gets big enough she really wants to take a pig to the 4-H fair. Can you imagine my little princess showing a big pig at the fair? Me either! Haley Wampler was telling her she should do it and that she was sure her dad wouldn't mind if she kept it with their pigs. Gee thanks Haley! An animal at the fair means a WHOLE week of living there day and night to take care of the animal. No thanks. Time will tell and I have learned to never say never.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Lesson learned

I learned a very good lesson today. Don't ever send food back at Ponderosa AKA Pondergrossa. Garry, Grace and I went there tonight for supper upon Grace's request. She likes the buffet and is tickled pink with the ice cream cone after we eat. When we got the steaks that Garry and I ordered they still had some moo in them. They had blood pouring out of them and they had a cold center. No lie! I can eat steak almost mooing but this was just plain raw. The center has to at least be warm for goodness sake. I took the steaks up to our waitress and told her the problem. She directed me to the manager who then took the steaks to get them taken care of. We sat to wait for the return of the steaks. A girl brought them out threw them on the table and almost all but ran away. I am still convinced she was in on the destruction of the food. They burnt them to a crisp. Mine especially was two times smaller than when it left us. Again, I am not all that picky and I can handle a very well done steak if I have to. These things got creamated. I got the attention of the waitress and showed her the problem. She got the manager and I could tell by the look on his face that someone was in DEEP trouble. He shook his head and said, "Now I know he did that to just be smart. I know he did that on purpose!" He was ticked at who ever "he" was that is for sure. He kept saying he was sorry and gave us a gift certificate for the price of our food. That would be great if we ever wanted to go there again! We went ahead and tipped the waitress. It wasn't her fault the dude in the back didn't like being told he had to re-do a steak. So the moral of the story is stop giving Pondergrossa one more try. We always say, "Oh let's give it one more try" because I guess many moons ago we went there and it was ok. We must just hold out hope that we could have that happen again but I guess that one time was a fluke of sorts. I should have taken a picture of my sad sad little steak to share with you the awsomeness of the cooks at Pondergrossa. Trust me, this blog can't even begin to describe the actuall experience. So, the upside to the story is that I didn't over-eat at all :) Yay me!

My life may seem a little messy looking from the outside in. Trust me, I know where everthing is at :)