Thursday evening we set out for our mini-vacation to Texas. I keep saying we were going to Dallas but we actually were in Keller, which is just outside of Ft. Worth. We drove to Oklahoma city that night, stopped at a hotel, then drove the rest of the way Friday morning. The drive was really pretty nice and Zach was good the whole way there.
Friday night we stayed at hubby's cousin's house and visited. His Aunt came over and joined us. They made a great dinner and afterward we watched a movie. Reagan, his cousin's daughter, really enjoyed playing with Zachary. One of the first things she did was to get out her blanket and wrap him up. She was very concerned about when he needed his diaper changed and was very helpful when he cried. She liked sticking the pacifier in his mouth and then taking it back out.
Saturday morning we all slept in for a while and slowly got around. When we finally got around, we headed to Dallas to eat at one of hubby's favorite restaurants, Papasito’s. It was a great Mexican restaurant. I had some of the best fajitas that I’ve ever had, along with a really good margarita. Then, for desert, they have a chocolate bread pudding covered in ice cream. Normally I’m not that big on bread pudding, but it was actually pretty good.
After we ate, we went to hubby’s Uncle’s house to visit with him and his family for a while. We had a great time visiting with them. It was really nice to be able to see his uncle before he leaves for Iraq on Thursday. Unfortunately, I forgot to get my camera out while we were there so I didn’t get any pictures.
Sunday morning we got up bright and early and headed to Royse City. We met up with Clyde and Vivian (who are like adopted grandparents to me) and attended church there. After church we went out to eat and then to Clyde and Vivian’s house to visit for a bit. It was really neat for me to go back there and see the church and house again. I didn’t really remember anyone from the church, although I recognized a few names. Clyde and Vivian have not really changed much though. It had been ten years since I had seen them last and they still seemed the same as I always remembered them. It was fun to go to their house. It brought back so many memories from when I was a kid. When Clyde was holding Zachary, he commented that it reminded him of holding me when I was a baby. He gave Zach a rocking horse that he had made, exactly like the one we had as kids. Vivian had also crocheted him a blanket. I thought it was extremely thoughtful of them. Both are gifts that I will treasure forever.
We spent the rest of Sunday back at hubby's cousin's house. We had a nice relaxing evening and then got up and drove the whole way back home on Monday. Zach was not quite as understanding on the way home as he was on the way there. He got really tired of being in his car seat after a while. It took a lot of singing and silly faces to cheer him up. He was pretty happy to be back home when we finally got there. He settled down almost as soon as we walked in the door.
To see the pictures of the trip, go here.
You Will Be Loved
"Someday You Will Be Loved"
I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved
More baby pictures
moving on...
I guess this is it. I have finally gotten frustrated enough with tblog. I've gotten very tired of not being able to use the site when I want to. In my opinion, a site like tblog should have 24-hour access and that certainly isn't the case here. From now on, I'll be blogging mainly from my other blog that is set up with Moveable Type. I have much more control there and if the site goes down I can bitch at my hosting company or fix it myself. I'll still be visiting tblog because I would hate to miss out on all of the great bloggers here. I'll probably continue to post here every now and then too. I hope that my regular (and not so regular) readers will follow me to my new blog. In an effort to keep the spammers away I'm not going to give the address here, but if you want it, you can either tmail me or e-mail me at strangerinside@gmail.com.
Catching Up
I haven't had much time to blog this week, so here is a bunch of unrelated stuff all clumped into one entry...
It's that time of year again. The football season has officially begun. I have sort of a love/hate relationship with football. I am a big fan of football. I love watching it and rooting for my team. I've been a Dallas Cowboys fan for as long as I can remember. They may not be so good these days, but I still cheer them on. Hubby is an avid Saints fan and never misses a game. What I hate about football is that my husband (and almost every other man I know) insists on being absolutely glued to the tv until football season is over. I just don't understand it. Like I said, I like football but sometimes there are things a little bit more important. For instance, instead of going to church with the rest of the family, my husband is planning to go to another church down the street so he can get home in time for kickoff at noon. His reasoning is that since we pay for the DirectTV NFL package that he doesn't want to waste any money by missing the beginning of the game. But, guess what? We have Tivo. He can rewind and watch it easily. But, no, that won't work for him. Instead, Zach and I will go to our regular church while he goes to the early service next to the house. Our entire weekends from now until the end of the Super Bowl will consist of him sitting in front of the tv and me doing everything else so that I don't even have time to catch a Cowboys game. But, enough about that for now. I'm sure there will be another football rant in the near future.
Poor little Zachary had 4 shots yesterday. About 3 hours later, his thigh had swollen up and turned a bit red where he got two of the shots. Every time he moved his little leg he would scream out in pain. I felt so bad for him. I took him home about 3:30 and we spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch. He slept most of that time, but every time I would move even the slightest little bit he would start crying. I couldn't even hand him off to my husband. Every time I tried he would cry again. So, I held him all night. I loved snuggling up with him, but I really hate it that he was hurting and feeling bad from the shots. Only two more months before we have to do it all over again.
On Wednesday, I finally decided it was time to cut my hair. I've been growing it out since about the time I got pregnant, but now it is all falling out. I can't even wash it without ending up with handfulls of hair in the bottom of the shower. So, I gave in and cut it off again. I went on my lunch hour, thinking that it shouldn't take more than 30 minutes or so if I could get right in. Boy, was I ever wrong. I got the longest haircut ever. It took her just over an hour and fifteen minutes to finish cutting my hair and then she wanted to wash and style it. I told her when I got there that I was on my lunch hour and only had about 45 minutes of it left. Plus, when it was all said and done, it wasn't even close to the cut I had told her I wanted. I even brought a picture to show her and she acted like she understood exactly what I wanted. I will definitely not be going back to her again. She did a good job with the haircut that she gave me, it's just that it wasn't what I wanted and after sitting there for so long I think I deserved more. I'll probably wait a week or so and then go somewhere else to get the cut I was wanting. The really irritating thing is that it was a total waste of both my money and time.
I've been meaning to blog about my job situation for a while now and haven't really had the chance to do it. My job still pretty much sucks, but that's nothing new. Last week, we lost one of our big management contracts and will most likely be losing another one in the near future. This means that my job is in jeopardy once again. Our company does okay, but basically right now we aren't making any profit. The income we bring in each month is barely covering our expenses. In fact, my boss hasn't even taken a paycheck for the last couple years. With the loss of this contract we are losing more money a month than I make. So, guess what? There won't be enough to cover my salary unless we can get some new contracts very soon. My boss assures me that he will do whatever he can to keep me on, even if he has to pay my salary himself, but the less contracts we have, the less work there is to do. Eventually, there may not be a job left for me to do unless the company starts building back up. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens. I think I could live on unemployment for a while if I had to.
And finally, it is the weekend. Hubby and I had planned on spending Saturday working on a Habitat for Humanity house with a group from our church, but found out yesterday that it had to be cancelled. Apparently there was an inspection needed before we could do the work and it hasn't been completed yet. So, now we have no plans at all for the weekend which is just fine with me. My house is completely trashed right now and in desperate need of a good cleaning. Plus, the idea of staying home and sleeping sounds pretty good to me too.
Now that I've gotten all of that out, I suppose I should get back to work so I can get out of here a bit early today.
the little man is growing
The fun part though is that I got to bring him to work with me today. I was going to take him to day care after his appointment but my boss told me to just bring him back with me. I'm hoping he'll fall asleep for a little bit so I can actually get a little work done. But, if he doesn't, that just means I get to play with my baby instead of working which isn't such a bad thing!
The Great Texas Adventure