1st Hair Cut

For most of you, just stop reading. This post is not funny or witty or really even informational.
Now for the grands and great grands: I cut Linley's hair! Really it was just a trim in the back and she begged for it so I gave in.

She looks adorable and now the back is the same length as the front. I did not save a curl from her first haircut-that is until Darrell told me that I must: so I dug through the trash and pulled one out.

Here is documentation (and why are all of my words underlined?)

Pre hair-cut with finger in nose

Post haircut: She was only sad because she wanted to cut some too.

What to Post

So I can't decide what to post about.

I could post about this adorable chicken:


Or this scary vampire with Black hair:


Or how adorable Jackson is with his best Kindergarten buddy:


But really what I was most excited about on Halloween was getting all of these groceries for
$12.50

I know that I am crazy, but I really was excited.

Happy Halloween

3 Guesses

I'll give you three chances to guess what I am taking a picture of here:

1.

2.


3.
Did you get it? If not, you will have to listen to my story:) Darrell and I were waiting on our front porch last night, ever so patiently. What were we waiting for? Glad you asked. We were waiting for two grandparents, who shall not be named, to return our precious cargo to us from a long weekend away.

Thankfully, I had my phone with me on the front porch when I get a call from the nameless grandparent: "Dianne, we are on the side on the interstate, we ran out of gas."
Me: "That's funny, are you kidding?"
Gparent: "No, it is plain as day, right here on 840 before you get onto I-65"
Me: "We'll be right there."

Then, I started laughing and interrupted Darrell's, conversation with a neighbor and we headed off.

Really, who runs out of gas these days? Isn't that what the little orange light is for? We got a good laugh out of it and as I was snapping pictures the nameless grandparent says, "Oh, no am I going to end up on the blog?"
Indeed you are Grams, except for the fact that you wouldn't pose next to that lovely truck that hauled my beautiful children, nearly, all the way home.

The Worst Date Ever

*Just as a disclaimer, this date was not with Darrell

I was talking with a co-worker today and she asked me what my worst date ever was. I was pretty disappointed to tell her that it was
Dinner at CiCi's Pizza
and watching Interview With a Vampire at the Dollar Movie Theatre.

I know that this isn't a glamorous date, but it really wasn't awful considering the fact that I was only 15 or 16.

So, I want to hear some REALLY bad ones. Surely someone has some funny or awful, sneak out the bathroom window date that they would share. Please, I need a good laugh.

Feeling Fall

I am pretty sure that nearly every family in Middle Tennessee with young kids goes to some pumpkin patch every year. This year we decided to have a little pumpkin patch party with Jackson's best buddies, their siblings and parents. It was fun for them to have playmates so the adults could talk. Well, the women talked and the men watched football.

Here is some of the kids in the hayless hayride. Really can I say that you should not advertise "hayride" if there will be no hay. How about 'tractor ride' or 'wagon ride'? Anyway

Here are the boys making their "scary" faces for the camera-oohhh.

Here is my confession: I was very afraid of moving all the way to Franklin. I thought it would be boring and that I would be far from friends. I was afraid that I wouldn't have fun, cool neighbors like I used to have, but I was wrong.
Thank You Darrell for being convinced that this was a good thing, because at least once a week I tell Darrell how much I love where we live.
For one it is b/c we do stuff like this:

Who doesn't want to live in a neighborhood where you know most if not all of your neighbors and your kids can do crafts, ride on tractors, play games and all that other fun kid stuff. That and the fact that on a daily basis we have the opportunity to talk to, love on and share the gospel with neighbors who don't know the Lord.
Oh and did I say thank you to D for making that possible:)

All Different Kinds of Sick

There are all different kinds of sick:
Sick of going to work
Sick of planning dinners
Sick of making lunches
Oh, wait we weren't talking just about me so on with it then:
This past weekend we experienced two kinds of sick:
The first was the kind that made me take Dramamine every day in Disney World:
It's also the kind of sick that only two grandkids can talk you into:) I have to confess that I laughed through nearly the entire ride-that is until I heard my mom ask the guy to turn off the ride. I then knew that this was no laughing matter-I did manage to document it first though.
Don't worry-Gee managed to slowly recover after they closed down the ride and let her sit there for quite some time-or at least she faked it well.
So we finished our day at the Memphis Zoo slowly walking around and all sharing a large fountain drink to get Gee through the ride sickness. Aren't we glad we can all share?

We shared quiet moments with Grandaddy
Sweet boat rides with siblings

And let's not forget about us sharing FLU GERMS! Aren't we sweet like that?

Turns out that Linley woke up Sunday with the FLU-EWWW. Not a single typical symptom except a fever.

She was soo sick I even let her play with my beloved 34 year old blankie (oh-thank you for noticing-of course I am not 34, but the blankie is)

Poor little punkin with her pricked finger-isn't she too pitiful?

Everyone is doing fine now and back to work. Hoping that Sick Sundays don't strike again soon:)