On Sunday Morning I woke up with Isaac looking at me laughing hysterically, "Mom you look like you've been attacked by a thousand wolverines!!" Sadly, his assessment is painfully accurate, I FEEL like I've been attacked by a thousand wolverines.
Selling a house is a test in patience, humility and creativity (how many dirty dishes can you fit in a laundry sack to take with you in the car?) I've had to learn the tricks to taking my house from disaster to pristine in 20 minutes because someone is coming to see it right now!!! Scrubbing bubbles don't fail me now!!! I can attest that this kind of house cleaning is one hellish aerobic workout -- all I'm missing is Jillian Michaels screaming in my face.
Selling a house with 4 kids living in it, will help you lose weight, and sleep-- and your ever-
loving mind. I'm in a constant state of panic, and I'm ready for this to be over. On the bright side we finally have an offer! Fingers crossed that everything goes smoothly.
This spring we've been saying our little goodbyes to Texas.
We said goodbyes at the crawfish boil the annual event for the surgery department. Although I'm not a big fan of crawfish myself, my boys are, and I'll miss how enthusiastic they get about ripping the heads off crawfish and slurping out the insides. Gross.
This year Dr. Larimore's blue grass band played for us at the crawfish boil and talk about the real deal, they're it. ZZtop beard and stogy, doesn't get better than that! They were fantastic!
We went to Dallas a few weekends ago. I wanted to see the Rangers play for my birthday and my Shane surprised me with tickets!! It was everything I had hoped for... great weather, great hot dogs and a the Yankees got wooped! Happy Birthday to Me!
Some people wonder why I have this obsession, I mean, appreciation of the Rangers. I spent the last five years of residency folding laundry late at night and watching the Rangers play. It started out as something the boys and I could watch together in prime time without me worrying. We cheered them on-- and we all shared in our excitement and disappointment together. We got to know the players and their personalities, strengths and weaknesses. They became our team and our entire family became big fans. They kept me company while Shane was working so much. I'll miss seeing my Rangers play every night but I'll be happy to have Shane home more, so it's a great trade off.
Do I look happy in this picture? I think so!
Feliz... the unbelievable talent.
Michael Young, my favorite :)
Driving into Temple for the first time, I really didn't think our 5 years here could go fast enough. Temple, is beautiful in its own way, eh- hum... and it's grown on me. I'm having a really hard time parting with my life here. We've hit many milestones while we've been here. Mason and Jackson started Kindergarten here and now in Utah they will be starting 5th grade. They've grown from little boys to Tweens. Isaac was a toddler and will now be starting 2nd grade. Our precious Isabella was born here and is now a sassy three year old.
This is the yard where they learned to throw and catch a ball, playing hide-and-go seek, tag and flag football... the house where we spent half our lives in the back yard playing around. I'll miss the trees and the wildlife, especially the little baby deer that pop up every summer. This yard was my saving grace during those miserable hot summer months and pure joy on beautiful balmy days.
Just to be clear, I will NOT NOT NOT miss the scorpions, fire ants or SNAKES. I won't miss tornado sirens or middle of the night bombing drills at Fort Hood. Oh, and I'll definitely not miss being attacked by wolverines. :)
It's my friends and the good people I'll miss the most. They're genuine. They're the kind of people who don't put on pretenses or put on a show. They're the kind of people who lay it out there for all to see-- good, bad or ugly. I'll miss my closest friends that always give me a good belly laugh every time I see them. I'll miss them. I really will.
In the next month we'll be packing up and moving on... everyone tells me Texas will have it's arms open when we're ready to come back. Maybe we will, maybe we won't. But we'll always be thankful we were blessed to live here for a time.
Texas, my Texas, I will miss you.
