In the words of Franco, "Sprang break, y'all..."
I never want to meet J. Franco by the way...
Only said because I am the queen of jinxes. Maybe my birth mother was cursed on the highest mountain right before I was born. I bet you never knew I was born on a mountain top.
If you are my friend on FB, you might remember a time (probably one of the only times) where I actually tried to post smack about sports (other than baseball). I said:
"After what happened to the best team in The Big XII yesterday...
I hope the Boomin'Sooners have prepared themselves. This might be just the post you need to win, but probably not. #SECsuperiority" -1/2/14
It turns out, it was the post that allowed OU to win. I was like, really Alabama?! You couldn't follow through with one thing for the little ol' Aggies? A-holes. And I am an A-hole for even trying to talk about something I don't even care that much about (sorry, Association OFS).
I had to post something great to distract people from stupidity so I really dug deep and posted a picture of Alex all dappered out. It worked, I think.
Anything I predict to be great or terrible...it will actually be the opposite of that.
That brings us to this week. I posted:
"The best week ever starts today (actually three days ago)...Happy March!"
And literally 5 hours after hitting "post", Alex woke up throwing up and feverish. We were supposed to board a plane to visit Jamie V. in Tennessee for Sprang Break, y'all. (sorry).
V had to go because one of us had to go. It was James' birthday, and he had taken the week off to show us a good time and even planned for our three year old dictator to take over his house for a few days (you should have seen Alex's rider). There was no way I was going to ruin that by bringing a sick dictator.
So I started my best week ever trying to quell (is that a word? I can only use words in the context I hear them and most of the time they are wrong) a fever and spent many hours rocking a zombied out child.
This all goes back to my Lenten promise of trying harder to be patient and a better mother. God was like, awesome...here you go. Put your money where your mouth is, A-hole. He's so loving.
Looking on the bright side of things, it was a great opportunity to baby my not a baby anymore. And he was sick at the beginning of the week giving us plenty of time to catch up on sleep after the sick passed. I really needed to slow down and this was something that forced us to just stop and be.
It also entailed a late night concert to Goo Goo Dolls Live in Buffalo on Spotify after sickie went to bed.
Since I probably won't post again after I return to the hell that is the end of the school year until summer, I am going to let V guest post what Alex's and my (can I get a grammar ruling?) alternative 'sprang break, y'all' could have looked like. His head shot is the Fennec Fox because he literally won't stop sending me pictures of them. (bright side: he's stopped sending me links to cute Chihuahuas)
V
guest post
I worked overnight the first two days of spring break so by the time Monday morning rolled around I was tired but oh so ready to get out and relax. Then the stomach bug hit and I was forced to go to Tennessee alone. I felt guilty about leaving my wife all alone with our sick child, but that's life. And with just me and James it was just like old times:
In my head this is what we look like:
This is what we actually look like
No this is what we actually look like
We spent some time in the Great Smoky Mountains (cue Rocky Top), beer garden, and drove across the state to see how Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 is made. I was very impressed with how seriously they take their whiskey what with the mashin', mellowin' and agin'. Below is where they make the charcoal to mellow the whiskey. We could not take any pictures inside due to concerns that our cameras could ignite ethanol vapors. So make due to with that and imagine barrel houses full of...barrels.
And here's me with Jack on the rocks.
The day ran long and we decided to finish up with a fancy dinner in Chattanooga. I was tasked with finding a restaurant in Chattanooga. Between Yelp! and the Chattanooga Chamber of Commerce (CCoC) I found Canyon Grill which is heralded as one of the better restaurants in the tri-state area. Maybe I should have asked myself,"What is the tri-state area and should we be dining there?"
After an hour of driving into Chattanooga then out of Chattanooga we entered north Georgia just a stones throw from Alabama and it all made sense. To me at least; I'm sure James was annoyed that I, when given a fairly simple task, lead us to the top of small mountain in Rising Fawn, Georgia. The food was great however and made for a fitting end. That was so us.
I came home to a healthy child and a happy wife. Thankful for the opportunity to take that trip.
I had finally gotten all my tax documents together for my Dad who does my taxes and sadly looks like no refund coming my way. I almost got upset then I remembered the first 26 years of my life I spent not paying taxes, my subsidized education, and told myself paying my taxes is a patriotic act. I mean what was I gonna use my tax refund on anyway?
Now I remember.
Only said because I am the queen of jinxes. Maybe my birth mother was cursed on the highest mountain right before I was born. I bet you never knew I was born on a mountain top.
If you are my friend on FB, you might remember a time (probably one of the only times) where I actually tried to post smack about sports (other than baseball). I said:
"After what happened to the best team in The Big XII yesterday...
I hope the Boomin'Sooners have prepared themselves. This might be just the post you need to win, but probably not. #SECsuperiority" -1/2/14
It turns out, it was the post that allowed OU to win. I was like, really Alabama?! You couldn't follow through with one thing for the little ol' Aggies? A-holes. And I am an A-hole for even trying to talk about something I don't even care that much about (sorry, Association OFS).
I had to post something great to distract people from stupidity so I really dug deep and posted a picture of Alex all dappered out. It worked, I think.
Anything I predict to be great or terrible...it will actually be the opposite of that.
That brings us to this week. I posted:
"The best week ever starts today (actually three days ago)...Happy March!"
And literally 5 hours after hitting "post", Alex woke up throwing up and feverish. We were supposed to board a plane to visit Jamie V. in Tennessee for Sprang Break, y'all. (sorry).
V had to go because one of us had to go. It was James' birthday, and he had taken the week off to show us a good time and even planned for our three year old dictator to take over his house for a few days (you should have seen Alex's rider). There was no way I was going to ruin that by bringing a sick dictator.
So I started my best week ever trying to quell (is that a word? I can only use words in the context I hear them and most of the time they are wrong) a fever and spent many hours rocking a zombied out child.
This all goes back to my Lenten promise of trying harder to be patient and a better mother. God was like, awesome...here you go. Put your money where your mouth is, A-hole. He's so loving.
Looking on the bright side of things, it was a great opportunity to baby my not a baby anymore. And he was sick at the beginning of the week giving us plenty of time to catch up on sleep after the sick passed. I really needed to slow down and this was something that forced us to just stop and be.
It also entailed a late night concert to Goo Goo Dolls Live in Buffalo on Spotify after sickie went to bed.
Since I probably won't post again after I return to the hell that is the end of the school year until summer, I am going to let V guest post what Alex's and my (can I get a grammar ruling?) alternative 'sprang break, y'all' could have looked like. His head shot is the Fennec Fox because he literally won't stop sending me pictures of them. (bright side: he's stopped sending me links to cute Chihuahuas)
V
guest post
I worked overnight the first two days of spring break so by the time Monday morning rolled around I was tired but oh so ready to get out and relax. Then the stomach bug hit and I was forced to go to Tennessee alone. I felt guilty about leaving my wife all alone with our sick child, but that's life. And with just me and James it was just like old times:
In my head this is what we look like:
This is what we actually look like
No this is what we actually look like
We spent some time in the Great Smoky Mountains (cue Rocky Top), beer garden, and drove across the state to see how Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 is made. I was very impressed with how seriously they take their whiskey what with the mashin', mellowin' and agin'. Below is where they make the charcoal to mellow the whiskey. We could not take any pictures inside due to concerns that our cameras could ignite ethanol vapors. So make due to with that and imagine barrel houses full of...barrels.
And here's me with Jack on the rocks.
The day ran long and we decided to finish up with a fancy dinner in Chattanooga. I was tasked with finding a restaurant in Chattanooga. Between Yelp! and the Chattanooga Chamber of Commerce (CCoC) I found Canyon Grill which is heralded as one of the better restaurants in the tri-state area. Maybe I should have asked myself,"What is the tri-state area and should we be dining there?"
After an hour of driving into Chattanooga then out of Chattanooga we entered north Georgia just a stones throw from Alabama and it all made sense. To me at least; I'm sure James was annoyed that I, when given a fairly simple task, lead us to the top of small mountain in Rising Fawn, Georgia. The food was great however and made for a fitting end. That was so us.
I came home to a healthy child and a happy wife. Thankful for the opportunity to take that trip.
I had finally gotten all my tax documents together for my Dad who does my taxes and sadly looks like no refund coming my way. I almost got upset then I remembered the first 26 years of my life I spent not paying taxes, my subsidized education, and told myself paying my taxes is a patriotic act. I mean what was I gonna use my tax refund on anyway?
Now I remember.
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