Saturday, we had my Dad and his wife over for a belated Mother's/Father's Day lunch. Jon cooked/grilled ribs and hot dogs and I roasted potatoes and attempted to make blueberry pie. "attempted" being the word to pay attention to. I failed at that attempt, but I think I know what I did wrong, so I will try again. One day.
After they went home, we spent more time in the pool. Who needs to ever pay for entertainment when you have Beckham. He loves to play "volleyball". He'll do this all day long if you let him.
After we were more than water logged, we headed up town to watch fireworks. And if you ask me, the best place to watch fireworks is from the back of your pickup truck.
Christen was excited to get this picture of me. "DON'T delete it!!!" She told me. I didn't... and to be fair, I'm even posting it here. ha!
Jon telling some kind of joke or story or something to help pass the time until the fireworks. He gets so animated.
Christen sporting her "grocery store" feet.
Jon REALLY wishing his little glow stick were a light saber instead.
I love all things that glow. I'm very easy to please.
Gotta love him!
Sunday was church of course. Jon and I also went to see The Green Lantern. Such a good movie!!
Monday, more of the pool and just relaxing.
Such a great weekend!!
Now to work for the next three days and heading to SC on Friday for Christen's 1st college try out.
So excited and nervous about that. Please keep her in your prayers!
Sorry! I can't believe I totally forgot about my "snake encounter".
here's the deal:
It was time to leave for church Sunday morning. We were running a little bit late, so I was rushing and not paying attention to my surroundings apparently. I had opened the garage door by pushing the button just outside the kitchen door. Jessica was in front of me and Christen was behind me. I had my purse, my coffee and a cup of cereal in my hands. I wasn't looking at the ground. I was paying attention to Jessica because something had just floated into her hair and I was wondering what in the world it was!
By that time, I had walked out from under the garage and onto the driveway and all of a sudden, Jessica and Christen both yelled:
"You're gonna step on it!!" - "You STEPPED on it!!!" - "You stepped on the SNAKE!!!!!!"
I looked down, didn't see anything, turned just a bit and looked down and saw the tail end of a snake slither into a box that holds Jessica's basketball goal. I FREAKED!!! I threw my purse down (IN the snake's direction, why I have no clue, I would have freaked out even MORE if that sucker would have gone into my purse) and jumped about 5 feet, AND screamed. Like a scared little girl. I convinced Christen (who had by now, jumped from the floor of the garage back to the steps that lead to the kitchen) to walk through the garage and get in the car. She called Jon and before Sunday School started, he sent me a text letting me know he had killed it. Wow... such excitement for a Sunday morning! I kept feeling something crawling on me the whole morning. It was freaky-deaky for sure. I wish Jon hadn't thrown the dead snake into the limb pile, I really wanted to see it. But apparently, it was a garter snake, it was really little. Like baby-little. Here's what a garter snake looks like:
I feel pretty blessed though. I've lived in South Georgia for the majority of my life and this is the first time I've ever stepped on a snake. Even when I lived in the "country", I never stepped on one or came close to stepping on one. Even this time, I wouldn't have known if Jessica and Christen weren't there to tell me.