Well I Was Born in a Small Town

I hope everyone had a fabulous and safe Independence Day! We are now home from the House of Grandparents, and the kids are so hungover from grandparent fun that they are still asleep!

Our trip began interesting enough because we left on time! I was packed and ready to go as soon as I got home from work which is monumental because I am never this organized. But I think I am hooked on the whole plan-ahead thing because it was so stress free. I even took the time to do a self-pedi.

We had been on the road no more than thirty minutes when JBB said, regarding nothing in particular, "Mommy is that sexy?".
What?!? "What sweetie?"
"Is that sexy?"
"Sweetie pie, that is a grownup word. Do you know what it means?"
"What does it mean to you Mommy?"

We had a safe trip to grandparents, stayed up late visiting, and slept late on the fourth. Pretty Girl just couldn't get acclimated to her surroundings and as a result I carried her around the WHOLE time. Here we are:

We had a fabulous late lunch of bar-b-q and all the trimmings. This got me to wondering if people are most loyal to the first bar-b-q they ever experience. You know how people in Texas think Tennessee bar-b-q is just crap, and people in Tennessee are like, "they have bar-b-q in Texas?". Well, we had bar-b-q from Sparky's, the same place that we have gotten it for the last...hmmm, my whole life. I swear it is the best in the whole wide world. At least to me.

I did tell my mother about my blog because I can't keep anything from her. It's just how it is. But...she liked it. Except for the occasional spicy language. She told me that was tacky and I shouldn't write that way because I was raised right. So I got almost complete endorsement.

That night we watched fireworks in the little town where I grew up. We sat in a little porch of this church:
The town is the accidental beneficiary of the prosperity of suburban sprawl. This time I saw a new Walgreen's and two new red lights. At the celebration, there were lots of lawn chairs with old folks and kids and teenagers trying to look cool. There were cars everywhere...all domestic and lots and lots of Mustangs (hood scoop, racing stripes, Flowmasters with chrome tips...klassy). I think the Lipstick-mobile and an old Honda Odyssey were the only imports around.

While we were sitting there, a man appeared from nowhere to talk to my Daddy. Not unusual because as a pastor, he knows pretty much everyone. I had a feeling it was going to be a long chat when he sauntered up and asked, "Do you know if Rev. Timberlake (JT's grandpa) keeps honeybees? I think he got them from the pastor before him...." This man talked forever. and ever. and ever. I tried to think it was charming a small town way--you know, unintentional reunion via town event--but he just talked way too long. I was finally able to snap this pic once he got all the honeybee info and as you can see I was not the only one grumpy about the long honeybee convo.

The fireworks finally began and were sufficiently impressive. Not quite the Macy's fireworks (thanks for sharing Fashion Herald), but we enjoyed nonetheless.

The rest of the visit was comprised of lots of playing and eating and the only napping was done by me. I even got a massage on Saturday morning. It was fabulous except that CountryMasseuse's phone rang...three times. "Iz zhis an E-mer-gen-see?" she barked. She is still amazing and will come in just for me when I come to town. I tipped good despite the phone call because I think I've got a pretty good thing going and I don't want to screw it up.

We are now home safe, sound, and all worn out. There is much cleaning and laundry to do, but I'm thinking the ninety degree weather calls for some pool time. I can't believe it's back to work tomorrow. Ah, the Monday after a holiday...