|NOPE! NOT IT!|
Apparently someone saw the snake slither it's way inside her car. Ew.
They spent hours trying to coax it out and finally called Animal Control to come take care of it.
I will have nightmares for weeks of a snake coming through my AC vents.
Big T did some swingin'.
I did some some flexin'.
But I work hard on those arms and I've seen a vast amount of improvement from the noodle arms I used to sport.
Saturday we got some girls together and ran a 10 mile run around White Rock Lake.
Anyway, the run was really pretty good. We averaged a 10:15 pace.
It was humid and I was drenched in sweat, but all in all a good run.
After our run, Megan and I went to try on every bathing suit imaginable at Everything But Water.
I've never been to a store like that where they have someone helping you pick out suits for your body.
They have TONS of different styles and stuff for the larger chested girl.
I gravitated toward a crapload of monokinis and cut out one pieces.
And actually ended up getting the very last suit I tried on.... a bikini.
My stomach is not my best feature. After having two babies and gaining and losing about 80 lbs. things are not pretty in that area.
I have a frowny face belly button, stretch marks, and loose skin.
And I may not look like a million bucks in that bikini, but that's okay.
I'll settle for a c-note.
It was the one that was most flattering, believe it or not.
And I'll rock it in Vegas. Because I work too hard not to.
Saturday night the fam went out to The Wildflower Festival. I met some sweet readers (Hi Codi & Sonya), ate some deliciously unhealthy nachos, and played with the boys.
|Daddy & Big T watching the trampoline tricks.|
|Big T cheesin' with a mouth full of Goldfish.|
|That goat hates life.|
I love and hate funerals all at the same time.
It is soul cleansing and refreshing to know that he is in a better place and free of pain, but feeling the hurt for their family I hate so much.
It scares me for the day that I have to go through that.
I am ill prepared and dreading it.
My friend actually wrote a letter to her 4 year old daughter (who plays with Big T all the time) explaining to her why her PawPaw went to Heaven.
I lost it.
It was such a beautiful letter, but how we explain the loss of a grandparent (or anyone for that matter) to our children, I am not ready to deal with.
The pastor said something that I loved.
He said his son asked him what it was like when someone dies, and his response was something to the affect of:
"You know how sometimes when we go to Nanny and PawPaws house and you fall asleep? And I'll put you in a bed in a spare room there and then I'll pick you up when it's time to go and carry you to our van. And when we get home I'll pick you up out of your carseat and carry you upstairs and put you in your room in your own bed. And you'll wake up the next morning and be home? All you know is that you fell asleep one place and you woke up at Home. That's what it's like when someone dies. They wake up at Home."
I loved that.
I don't talk much about religion on this blog, I don't talk much about politics, and I don't get too serious.
But this weekend my eyes were kind of re-opened up to this whole other side of life I often forget or don't pay enough attention to.
I hugged my kids extra tight last night and held my husband's hand a little tighter.
I need to love deeper and speak sweeter.