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Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Monday, June 2, 2014, 10:10 AM
Is there anybody out there?
I'm blogging again because this happened today:
Big man on campus. I cried more than he did, which was not at all. I felt like when I was walking him up to his classroom, there was a lady that took Nathan into the room, and another one who sawed off both of my arms with a chainsaw. Don't tell anyone that I cried for 30 minutes in the church parking lot before leaving.
So what's been going on? Oh, just that our family has had SARS for an entire month? Stop messing with us, Arkansas. We're ready to be healthy and sleep until 9am and stop watching Frozen 400 times an hour. I think we've kicked it. I've never been so excited to do normal things like, wash my whites and put on a bra.
During the time when I was down with the sickness, my two best friends came to visit me and Arkansas.
As they were impressed with our small airport, I knew the trip would be a great one (who can resist the life-size chessboard in the terminal). On Friday night, we ventured out to Tusk and Trotter where I introduced them to the chicken and waffles. As we all put our plates in the middle of the table to take a picture, I heard Montell Jordan sing "This is how we doooooo it..." Despite the fact that I sounded like I should have been admitted to a hospital, we went home, lathered ourselves up with the animal cracker dip I made and tried to get Steph to show us her C-section scar.
Saturday morning, we hit the dusty trail with Eureka Springs as our goal. Quickly, the views were so awesome that they made Steph try to vomit in Brian's work car.
We shopped around, Melissa bought your token balloon animal sculpture, and we routinely pointed out every cat/horse item available for Steph to purchase. The little town is adorable. Street music, shopping, and maybe a few thousand bikers.
We stopped at a hotel that was recommended (turned down the burlesque lunch theater one) for lunch and I scarfed down a delish chicken salad croissant. This was on their menu. It was NOT, how I ate my chicken salad croissant.
I did get us all a pretty sweet 10% discount because I knew the scream-o band that was tattooed on our 15-year olds arm. Yep, I've still got it.
After touring the town in full jeans and a long sleeve shirt while it was 195 degrees, we jumped back in the car because we had a date with Jesus.
Yes, that is the largest JC in the nation. Absolutely breathtaking. We did NOT stay for the passion play.
Sunday, we got our shop on. First, we dined at the Press Room, to get some fuel for Melissa's massive toilet explosion, later. Then I took the ladies for a little Wal-Mart soda shop action before hitting TRUE TREASURES.
Everything was so cheap that they were basically already pre-loading it in your car while you were shopping. I found an awesome paint-by-number picture that has changed Brian's life, forever.
Throw in some great life discussions, why is my toddler screaming at 1am discussions and some chocolate cake, and that was our weekend. I love these girls so much and I'm thankful I could show them the Natural State. And that security let Melissa carry a large "ladies with surfboards" canvas back with her on the plane to Chicago.