Good Friends Meet

I got to meet my buddy Stephanie and her awesome family tonight! It was so great. Her house felt like the home of an old friend. Dinner waiting for us when we got there, and sitting down to eat together seemed as natural as you could imagine. How nice to have a home cooked dinner in the midst of a very long road trip.
At the suggestion of her husband, we got a motel nearby. I was so tired when I got behind the wheel that I knew I wasn't going to be able to drive very far!
I am posting this picture in protest for all of our RCU friends. My four chins and greasy road-trip hair are not flattering at all - but for better or worse - this picture with my dear friend that is now not only an online friend but a friend IRL (in real life)! I just hope that we get to visit again very soon!
Love ya Stephanie - you are even more awesome (and cute!) than I could have expected!

He's Gone

My brother Rob left at 4:30 this morning. I already miss him. We had a really nice time not doing much of anything - just hanging out. We watched movies, played games, ate good food. It was a lot like when we were younger. Our relationship was one of the worst casualties of our parents' divorce. We were scarred individually by it - but also our relationship was forever changed. I am thankful for any opportunity to reconnect with my brother. This weekend was a true blessing.

While he was here he told us SO many jokes - the best of which I will be hearing from my kids for months to come is this: What do you get when you cross a brown chicken with a brown cow? (Insert the tune bow chicka bow bow) brownchicken, browncow

He also does a hilarious impression of Bill Clinton that'll make you roll on the floor.

A Blog About Nothing Much

We have had one busy house in the last month or so. My brother is here and we are having a terrific time. He is so funny - and the laughter he brings is really good medicine. That has kept my mind off of my doctor's appointment on the 18th. I will be getting the results of all of my tests hopefully on that next appointment.
Tonight the kids had friends over to play some games. We played Psychiatrist, Silent Football and Apples to Apples. In Silent Football Kendra's cruel and unusual punishment when she lost the game was to go to our neighbor's house at 10 pm without explanation and sing "I'm a Little Teapot"! It was hilarious! We wore Uncle Rob out! He retired just a bit ago and I am on my way. Tomorrow my mother-in-law and her sister Julia are coming to have dinner with us. I am going to try and make these delicious looking coconut pastries for dessert. Yum.
Oh and don't forget to click on the link in the right sidebar to be a "follower". I really hate that term, but for the sake of the blog we'll just remember that you have a mind of your own and so do I and that this "following" just means we want to share keep up with one another!
I have a lot of thoughts right now but none that are terribly coherent. More later dear blogophiles!

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

My brother, Rob! I can't wait. Not just for dinner but for a couple of days! He doesn't always make this goofy face - but he is known for his off the cuff expressions. He called the other day and told me three of the most hilarious jokes. He never forgets one. Rob was working in a shelter in Mississippi during Hurricane Gustav, and now has a few days off to come for a visit. My sister, Laurie and I were texting the other night during the worst of the storm for MS and saying how lucky the people were who were in that shelter with him. He is calm, assertive, outgoing, and probably had them all laughing their butts off. I can't wait to see my baby brother. He is only 15 months younger than me, but boy does he like to rub that in!

Anticipation

Today my friends Lizbeth and Betsy and the four children they have between them arrive from wild, wonderful West Virginia. I am pretty excited. I have sheet changing and bread baking and all manner of things to get done before they get here. Why am I blogging? I have no idea. So, I'm off. I'll keep you "posted". Literally.