Tyson's Camping Birthday Weekend

And we're off!

Clearly the dogs are beyond excited.

Finally able to play in the sand.

Scout is an idiot.

Alternately titled: "Stuart's relaxation."

My bum toe. Thanks refrigerator for jumping out at me.

One can never have too much fun burying another in the sand.

For the record, Tucker thought this was hilarious until it was time to get out and he realized that he was in fact buried.

Tyson's attempt at burying himself.

 Cake time!

Birthday Legos and a happy SIX YEAR OLD.

Oh Tucker. 

We did not catch this fish; however, we watched as a sixty(ish) year old woman did. Amazing.

This catch made Tucker's day.

My list is growing

we're going camping

tomorrow

thru sunday

for tyson's birthday

we're headed to south padre 

a place we've never been before

and the dogs are going with us

they're going to freak out

in a good way

and tyson's going to freak out too

he's turning six on saturday

oh.my.word.

I told them it would happen

Yesterday was not the greatest of days. Oh, it started out perfectly acceptable, but it went downhill quite rapidly.

6:20 am-awoken by Tucker as he runs down the stairs in order to scare me as I walk down the stairs.
6:21 am-fain complete fright as I walk into the kitchen.
6:30 am-start making Tyson's lunch and pack his backpack. Give Tucker his cereal with no milk. NO MILK.
7:00 am-wake up a very, very sleepy Tyson.
7:01 am-get Tyson dressed
7:15 am-Tyson gobbles down breakfast
7:22 am-drive to school and drop Tyson off.
8:00 am-start getting ready for Bible class
9:00 am-load up my ONE child and head to church
9:19 am-go to check Tucker in and his name doesn't show up in the kiosk. Fantastic.
9:32 am-finally make it up to class. Woo hoo!
11:45 am-pick-up Tucker from class and head home for lunch
12:16 pm-Lunch! :)
1:23 pm-my mom arrives to watch Tucker (and eventually Tyson) so I can go to the doctor.
1:46 pm-check-in to doctor's office and am handed 5 pages of information to fill out. FIVE PAGES.
2:01 pm-my appointment time is now one minute behinde me. No biggie.
2:37 pm-wow, there sure are a lot of people in this waiting room.
2:59 pm-really? I'm sure glad I brought my book.
3:18 pm-it's been an hour and eighteen minutes since my appointment. I might have to hit someone.
3:41 pm-all this for a ganglion cyst of the tendon sheath?

it looks kinda like this, but it was my middle finger on my left hand. and my hands aren't that gnarly.

4:00 pm-MY NAME IS CALLED!
4:03 pm-x-rays taken of my hand.
4:20 pm-waiting, waiting, waiting.
4:39 pm-hello doctor.
4:45 pm-lidocaine injected. I pass out.

yup, just like that

4:46 pm-Mrs. Doss? Mrs. Doss?
4:49 pm-Asperation continues.I pass out again. And almost seize.

I joked with the nurse post fainting that at least I didn't have to feel the procedure. Because, 'ya know, I was passed out.

4:59 pm-"I believe the cyst has been completely asperated, but there is a 50% chance of recurrence."
5:20 pm-My handsome husband drives to pick me up since clearly, I am in no shape to drive.
5:45 pm-stop to get some dinner.
6:20 pm-arrive at school for Open House.
6:58 pm-return home.
7:23 pm-kids finally in bed.
7:24 pm-MY FINGER IS KILLING ME.

Day two. 

Obviously I look like a wimp, but it really, really, really hurt. 

Now it just hurts a bit. Ok, maybe more than a bit.

Oh, and did I mention that there is a 50% chance this cyst came come back?! FIFTY PERCENT. And, my baby sister had one asperated on her wrist (another common place) and it came back within a week. Now she's having surgery on Friday to remove it. Lovely. (We love you George and are praying for a speedy recovery!)

Days

1 day till Bible class starts up for the fall {yay!}

5 days till Tyson's 6th birthday

18 days till Stuart goes fishing with his brother, dad and BIL and does 

whatever it is that guys do when they get together with no women about

26 days till Stuart's 33rd birthday (he's fantastically old)

35 days till Stu's one year anniversary at Chesapeake [huge sigh of relief]

99 days till my birthday

106 days till our 9th (as in NINEth) anniversary!!

Salt

Y'all I am made for salt water

Seriously

{smile}

Rain

We need rain desperately.
It's been a long summer of virtually no rain and 80+ days off 100+ degree temps.
We need rain.

Here's a photo of a huge fire that has been burning in Bastrop, TX as seen from Austin.

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And an image of the fire from space

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Here's a video of how quickly the fire spreads from Bastrop State Park

And here's a map of the current fires in Texas

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Please pray for rain. We need it so badly. And also say a pray for all the firefighters that are braving these fires and all those families that have been displaced and lost their homes.

Pillowcase

I lost a pillowcase.
For real.
I.Lost.A.Pillowcase.

But not just any pillowcase! No. I lost a Pottery Barn Spider Man twin, white pillowcase. That isn't made anymore. And that I paid retail for. RETAIL.

I never loose things.
Seriously.
I have never lost a sock in the dryer. No, really, I haven't.
I have never lost a pair of underwear or any other item of clothing.
And I'm really not trying to sound like I'm better than everyone else. That's far, very far from the truth. It's just when it comes to keeping up with things...I'm your gal. I can remember where everything is in the house. Well, let me rephrase: I can remember where everything is that I have seen. If it's something that Stuart brings in and never shows me, I couldn't tell you where it is. So I guess I don't know where every single cotton pickin' thing is, but you get the point. I take pride in the fact that I don't loose things. I love remembering where things used to be in our previous homes. My memory is uncanny like that (too bad that memory function doesn't pass thru to all things, like say, school.)
But somehow I have lost a pillowcase.

You don't understand how ridiculously big of a deal this is.
I don't loose things. And somehow a pillowcase has walked out of my life and it is driving me crazy.
I have torn apart the linen closet. No pillowcase.
I have torn apart the boys' rooms. No pillowcase.
I have torn apart my room. No pillowcase.
I have climbed over the washer and dryer. No pillowcase.
I have even looked thru luggage. No pillowcase.

No stinkin' pillowcase.

The worst part of this ordeal?
I now have to say that I lost something. Bummer.

Labor Day

beautiful day

which was neither labor filled or hot

{HUGE smile}

In No Particular Order

Today marks the end of week two of kinder. WEEK TWO Y'ALL. I have made it two whole entire weeks and I'm still alive and functioning (besides that whole brush with death/illness that is still ravaging my immune system). Anywho, I have complied a list of some observations of mine from the first two weeks. Did you expect anything less?

1. Learn how to drive.
2. Learn how to park.
3. If you're going to get out of your vehicle and walk your beloved to class, wear a bra. Heck, wear some pants too. 
4. I love pajamas just as much as the next gal, but as my husband would inform you, they cannot be worn out of the house. I know. But it's true.
5. Get off your cell phone. No, really. Get.Off.Your.Phone.
6. You, yes YOU with the potty mouth-this is a school, not a bar. Speak accordingly.
7. I can see that you're running late, but must you stomp up my backside trying to get around me? If I remember correctly, you are parked right in front of me and oh yes, we got to our cars at the same time.
8. No left turn between 7-8 am. NO LEFT TURN.
9. The 4th and 5th grade safety patrol are adorable. And they take their jobs very seriously. I was one too. :)
10. You don't get a prize for being the first one in line to get your child. They all get out at 2:40 pm.

Septembers

2005

newborn Tyson

2006

2007

2008

2009

2010