Slightly Jealous

I am only slightly jealous...

Keep in mind that they are at home, well 5 minutes from the house.  News flash: Dad gave John this hat.  It was Hugh's, but it didn't fit so he gave it to Dad.  John started wearing it last weekend and asked to keep it.  Dad, of course, left it for him.  John says that he loves the hat because it is Mac's...anything that is Mac's is super cool.

36 Holes, Yard Work, and the Perfect Lunch

That is exactly what we did this weekend.  We played two rounds of golf (walking carrying/pushing clubs) then cut the yard.

As a treat, we had lunch at the Whisper Lake clubhouse today.  Lee's fried chicken is the best - so when you start smelling it on the 18th green, there is nothing else that will do.  Once we got inside today, I realized other meat option was cubed steak...then I saw rice with gravy.  All I could think was Joe's (aka Ye Ole Colonial), a childhood favorite.  If only he had mac and cheese, it would have been my favorite Joe's meal ever!

The First Step is Recognizing...

So you know they say the first step towards recovery is recognizing and admitting you have a problem...well, we have a problem.  Bop's is problem.

Andrew will ask what I want for lunch or dinner and I will respond with Bop's or Fudge Brownie Sundae.  Any night we have "left over calories" we go to Bop's.  This month they are running daily specials.  Sunday is BOGO Sundae's, Friday's are freebie day, Tuesday's are two-punches.  I am in love with discounts and savings, we all know this.  However, I pass on the chance to 10% off each time we go...why you ask...because to get 10% off you have to "check in" on Facebook and I honestly am embarrassed to admit to the general public how often we go.  See it's a problem.  Just so you know, we don't plan on recovering, just sharing that we have a problem.

Oh and if you need a recommendation, I suggest the Fudge Brownie Sundae, Strawberry Field Sundae, Snappy Turtle, or M&M Concrete.  Andrew suggests the Mocha-Chocha-Ya-Ya Concrete.

Three Years Ago

We found out we were moving to Jackson!!!  If you haven't been through Match, you really don't understand, I am sorry.  But there is really nothing like waiting for your name (or husband's name) to be randomly selected and tearing in to the envelope that tells you where you are going to spend the next four years of your life.  For us, it was hard to contain the joy when we saw, "University of Mississippi Medical Center." 

And after celebrating all day, we got a call at 9pm that MB was headed to the hospital because John was ready to meet the world.  Three weeks early...  On the morning of the 20th we drove to Mobile to meet the little fellow...

And this past weekend, "Untle Undew, Aunt Dray, and Tucter" helped the little monster truck loving man celebrate...

We love you, John!  (Even if you chase after me in your F150 Raptor SVT and belly laugh the entire time...)

A Bike, Its Motor, and a Hood Ornament

This has got to be one of the cutest bike motors ever!!  And when the heck did he grow up so much?? Check out his brave hood ornament.  I showed this picture to Tico and he informed me immediately that he is going to live with Mac and CiCi if they even think about making him a hood ornament.

Weekend Recap

This was from weekend before last, but it is still a weekend, right?  Andrew and I were both sick of sitting in the house, so we loaded up both dogs and took a little drive.  We rode across the causeway to Northshore.  He had never had the pleasure of Tico riding in his lap/standing on his arm while driving...he said, "Does this dog think he can drive?"  And you have to love that Tucker had to be touching his dad too.

This weekend - I was in a wonderful mood, sunroof open - music blaring, driving home.  Andrew was supposed to be picking up Tucker from the vet (just regular shots, no injuries this time).  I get a call from him that his truck won't crank.  URGH!  I didn't let it bother me - no reason to let it.  So he called the shop, got the wrecker on the phone, and it cranked!  I ran to pick up Tucker, where Andrew met us, and we took the truck to the shop.  Andrew was following Tucker and me, and got several pictures of Tucker riding with his head out the sunroof.  (Andrew said had it not been for Tucker riding like this and falling down inside the car and biting the air, he would have been in an extremely poor mood.  I knew we got a dog for a reason!)  They had it fixed on Saturday - it was a short in the "anti-theft system."  Electrical, again. 

Saturday - we did house work, then played golf in the afternoon.  It is the running joke that I manage to find mud like a 3 year old little boy on the golf course...and it is true.  If I don't come off the course splattered with mud, it wasn't a good round.  The picture below is on the 6th tee box...please note the spot of mud just above my ankle...you can't see it - but it is about an inch.  It is was a beautiful, hot afternoon.  I played a little too well.  Like really well.  But it was fun!!

Sunday - it was Church, then back to the golf course.  We fully expected to get rained on, but it didn't.  However, we did stop at 9 because someone was a bit upset and ready to call it a day.  It wasn't me.  We spent the rest of the day watching golf on TV, making pizza, and making sure that Tico got plenty of loving.

It's You're or You Are Welcome...

I am on a roll this week, ha! 

It is..."you are welcome" or "you're welcome" NOT "you welcome." 

This one really gets me.  It bothers me so much that when someone says, "you welcome" to seems as though they are screaming it.  I have found that I stop saying "thank you" to wait staff that respond with "you welcome" the first time because I'm not sure I won't try to correct them later in the meal.  I realize that we are a fairly lazy society and we don't (see...right there, opted to save one key stroke, it would have been a space, the ' serves to hold the place of the missing o) speak with great clarity at all times, but come on...say the whole phrase.  

However, I love, love, love to offer thanks at Chick-fil-a because I know I will hear, "It's my pleasure" or even "my pleasure" rather than "you welcome." 

***Now grammar patrol, aka Mrs. Susan and Brandy, don't call me out***

If You Can't Park It...

I have said this a million times, but I am going to share it again...if you can't park it, don't drive it!!

Before a person should be allowed to drive a vehicle, they must be able to park it.  Not parallel park, just park in a normal straight spot.  And driving a large vehicle is not an excuse to park over the line...sorry...try again.  It really isn't that hard.  If you have a bus-size turning radius, swing wide and back up to make sure  you are within the lines.  If you have drive a tank (and it does not fit within one parking spot), be kind and park at the end of the lot. 

If you haven't noticed, it is much easier to get out of the parking spot when you park in the middle of it, too.  If you find you have trouble getting out of a parking spot, check, you will likely find someone is parked too close to the line.

And one more - don't assume you have the right of way because your vehicle is bigger or nicer.  Right of way is not based on size of vehicle or brand name.  If you don't know how to determine right of way, you should not be driving.

Yes, when I am driving Dad's truck (Andrew's doesn't count - it is a mid-size and in my world they aren't big), I manage to park it within the lines.   And I don't have the "experience" of driving it on a daily basis.