Friday we drove two hours back to the city, made another mall run and got pedicures before we picked up our moms. My pedicure reminded me of this skit. I couldn't find a button on my massage chair and when I finally did I know they were talking about me. When everyone had touched down we decided to go to dinner and invited Jared to come along. This is Jared.
Wouldn't you know that everywhere I go I take cold weather with me. It really stinks. It was 90 when I got there on Thursday and by Saturday at her outdoor graduation it was 64, cloudy and windy. Yay us. We made it through(barely) and were ready to party. Renee and Jeremy were having a barbecue at their house to celebrate but before everyone got there we had to head out to the goat farm. Yep, that's right. Jeremy's family raises goats and the two of them are right in the middle of it. Never in my wildest dreams did I think Renee would be caught dead herding goats but there, right before my eyes, were the two of them trying to get this goat. We wanted to hold one because they are so darn cute in teh pen but man are they loud. And they move a lot. Not quite as cute in your arms. You really have to grab a hold and hang on to them. This one looks like it's being good but it wasn't.My turn. Stupid thing was trying to get away.And then comes the loud bleating or whatever it is they do. So we get back to the house and I just have to say that you know you are in Oklahoma when you have one of these in your back yard.
I think I can...I think I can...Screw it...I can't. I just couldn't bring myself to go under them. They were all dead but what if one fell on me?! So I am now 0/2 on the 'try to see the inside of a storm cellar' score board. Maybe next time.
Sunday we left for Roswell, New Mexico to see my grandparents. I haven't seen them since I was pregnant with Taylor. It's been way too long. My grandpa has Parkinson's and a couple months ago he got pneumonia and we didn't think he was going to make it. He pulled through and we knew it was time to make a trip. We piled in the car on Sunday morning and headed across Texas into New Mexico and up their driveway.
It was so good to see them.
It was not so good to see this. Everyone kept saying "it's just a baby" but guess what.
I. Don't. Care.
It was a tarantula right by their front door.Anyway, we only had two days to visit before we headed back so we had to make it good. We visited with them for a while then headed to Jim and Catherine's (my aunt and uncle) for dinner. I haven't seen them in 20+ years so we had a lot of catching up. Jim was recently diagnosed with cancer and told he only has 6-12 months but he is still looking good and working at the bike shop they own so we'll see how long the Lord leaves him here. Monday Renee helped Grandma make her famous meatloaf. Yum-o! Pair it with mashed potatoes that are loaded with butter and cream and we were happy campers. We did more visiting and reminiscing about the good ol' days when they lived in Wimer. What a magical place that was. We used to spend summers there walking across the covered bridge to get to the ice house where my grandpa would buy me my favorite blue nehi soda, then tell me it looked like battery acid. Those were the days. These are my grandparents. She still calls him sweetie and darlin'(she's from Texas) and he's just like I remember him, just thinner and not as vocal. It's hard watching people age.
So we were off again traipsing back across New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma. Our six hour drive turned into nine hours after making gas, bathroom, shopping and food stops. Good thing we weren't in a hurry. We decided to barbecue for dinner so I went out to turn it on. The sky was looking mighty weird and I started thinking that maybe, just maybe I would get to see a tornado. That may sound weird but how cool would it be to say you saw one? My aunt brushed it off until my uncle said we were under a tornado watch until 11 that night. I got so excited I could hardly stand it. First came the lightening, then the thunder. What a light show. We sat out on the front porch in awe of the storm. Then we came in to look a teh radar and wouldn't you know the storm splits, goes completely around Sentinel on both sides, and comes back together on the other side of town. What?! It was not to be on this trip. Maybe my next? Of course it would mean going in teh storm cellar but I would've been prepared with a blanket for my head.