Sorry its been so quiet here. I have had the workday from h-e-double hockey sticks about every day this summer and have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off every night. But who cares about that! Lets get back to blogging!
Sorry I am about to bum you out. We were in Texas this last weekend for what was supposed to be a wonderful July 4th long weekend of fun but instead was a time of sorrow because just as we were crossing the Texas border Husbando’s dad was getting the call that his brother (Husbando’s uncle) passed away in a freak accident. They didn’t want to tell us on the phone so as we drove up they met us on the driveway with the terrible news. Padre-in-Love is from a big family of eight kids (four boys, four girls) and now is the last son alive. We had the memorial service Sunday afternoon then all went to Dairy Queen for a mourning Blizzard. Like all of us. Like over 20 people sucking down Peanut Butter Blasters and I bet Uncle Stevie would have thought it was pretty cool.
Sorry I’m not keeping up with the adoption info. Husbando called week before last about our next step(s) since we hadn’t heard anything after finishing our class and dropping off our fingerprint cards. Our caseworker said our fingerprint checks were almost back and that someone should be calling us the next week to set up our homestudy. Well its the week after the next week and no word. I now know why people get anxious. I have no clue how long things take so why not just say a month if its gonna be a month. I don’t need optimism, I need truth! Its not like if you’re honest and say a month I am going to get mad. I will just assume thats how long it takes and not worry something has caused a hiccup in our plans. *deep breath* So we answered all 108 people that asked us how the adoption was going with the best answers we could and now we wait…
Sorry I haven’t put up pics about the weekend so here is a recap:
Got up early and played with Luna.
The Mrs. Smith Club and friends headed over to the festivities at The Lodge. Cake walk, parade, craft fair, dunk tank, etc.
We did a little afternoon water sporting.
We played Nertz and I got the lucky holographic puppy deck. Score.
Watched the fireworks over the dam. Fireworks work better over the water, don’t you agree?
Bro-In-Law did a little early morning skiing. Madre-In-Love drove and I was the spotter. In my jammies. No joke.
We headed to our benefit concert on Saturday but not before a little stop at Cato’s for me to find a funeral outfit and these shoes. I looked a hot mess at this funeral but Husbando kept reminding me no one was looking. Um, excuse me. I could tell you what every other person in that room was wearing so I don’t even kinda believe that!
Husbando, Aunt Lou, Me, Bro-In-Law. After a beautiful memorial service we enjoyed family time at DQ. What a great memory we will always have.
While mourning at Dairy Queen, Husbando’s cousin-in-law pulled a stack of these $2 bills out of her purse and gave one to Bro-In-Law, Husbando and me. She jokingly said Happy Birthday but really it was just her way of sharing something special with us. It is little things like this that make me feel like I am really part of the family that my last name comes from.
So that was our Independence Day weekend. It wasn’t what we expected or planned but it was good anyway. We still had fun and we got to celebrate a life of someone who spent July fourth water skiing with Elvis through the Pearly Gates. I bet he had fun.