Oh my stinkin' goodness it's been a while since I posted! It seems like just yesterday it was Thanksgiving and we were cooking and eating and watching the kids pelt each other in our first annual Thanksgiving Dodgeball Tournament.
Ok, it wasn't really a tournament because it can't be official unless all the children know the 5 "D"s of dodgeball.: dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge. With some good, faithful instruction, we're hopeful we'll have them down pat by next year.
And thereby eliminating 95% of the tears which can put a damper in Thanksgiving festivities.
I spent the rest of our holiday week trying to locate my husband. Contrary to his personality 364 days of the year, he loves him some Black Friday shopping and annually starts in the wee hours of the morning. He doesn't necessarily buy anything, he just likes to go see who's out and what they're buying. Then, he comes home at about 11 a.m., jacked up on Starbucks, and gives a 20 minute evaluation of the state of the economy based on how fast the door busters dissappeared.
Happens the same way every year.
Our family is nothing if we're not into rediculous traditions.
On top of a shameful amount of turkey, we also consumed more Mexican food than should be allowed in a seven day period and then wrapped up our week with a family trip to the movies to see the Blind Side. Dea and Darius are pretty fun to take to the movies, except they like make commentary throughout and Sadie kept shushing them. Then, Graham spent the rest of the day asking why Daddy and I didn't kiss like Mr. and Mrs. Touey did in the movie.
We did. Four times. See where that got me?
Today, we're setting up for Mercy Street's First Annual Luncheon which is scheduled for tomorrow.
It's snowing which is beautiful but we're praying stops and clears off since Snowflakes + Dallas usually equals a uniform shut-down of the city save the very carefull drive to the store to stock up on canned goods, generators, flashlights, and bottled water.
What we could really use is some sunshine and warmer temps. so people will come out in droves to hear me sing the Welcome.
Or not. Trey has promised to let me play with the microphone as much as I want after everyone leaves tomorrow afternoon. Before then, it's off limits.
He said it's something about, "knowing your audience".