The month of May will be here tomorrow… WHAT?!?!? Am I the only one who it snuck up on?? It seems just yesterday that the boys were leaving after Christmas break (and when I saw the mess that was left in their wake, I may have actually been grateful that they weren’t coming home again until summer…oops!!) But I do love May for lots of reasons: Tim’s birthday, Will’s birthday, my mom’s birthday, my favorite cousins birthday, my nephew Andy’s birthday, Mother’s Day (plenty of notice boys… books are always good), school ends, summer begins, and our household occupancy doubles while my laundry/cooking/cleaning TRIPLES! I have learned to make very few plans in May because I know it’s the longest my boys will be home all year and we just plan to soak it in.
Other mothers talk about having their college kids home for the summer and I must say that I have never had that experience. Our oldest son worked every summer and spring break for his entire undergraduate life. It looks like both our middle son and youngest are headed down that same path. I’m not complaining, because I believe it’s good from them to experience all that they can while they are young and unencumbered. (Plus, none of them are dumb and they know there is no way their dad would put up with them staying in bed until noon.) Do I miss them? YES! Would I love to have them home for a longer period of time? Sure in theory but I’m pretty sure we’d get on theirs nerves about the same time they started getting on ours!
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Tim and I are loving the empty nest! Seriously, when your kids do what you raised them to do it’s hard not to be happy for them (besides, I’d be crazy to mind less laundry, smaller messes and cheaper grocery bills…just sayin) it also means that when any or all of the boys are home we put everything aside and just enjoy our time with them. So for the next month there will be late nights, tons of good food, great conversations and more fun than you can imagine. Seriously, I may be worn out and used up come June but it will all be worth it!
You know how something happens and you laugh until you almost cry then years pass before you think about it again but it makes you laugh all over?? No? That’s just me….bummer. Any who, years back I was in New York on a business trip with one of my bosses walking from one appointment to another when we saw an interesting advertisement for a new show. We got to laughing about it when he said I should take a photo and send it to my hubby to let him know I was thinking about him. So I snapped a photo of the advertisement for what was at the time a new HBO show which was just a tad suggestive and put “thinking of you” and promptly sent it off to my sweet husband. And then crickets….I heard NOTHING. It was a bit disappointing since I’d been out of town for almost a week but we were flying home on the late flight that night so I kind of assumed we’d just laugh about it later. Little did I know…
Around 10:00pm that night, Mark and I are standing at the luggage carrousel in the Atlanta airport with about five hundred of our closest friends and we’re so tired we’ve gotten to the point when everything is funny. My phone goes off and it’s a text from a guy who we work with saying “Ummm, thanks I guess??” I show it to Mark and at the same time we both notice the text I sent him earlier… instead of selecting “TIM” in my contacts I had selected the contact right above his which just happened to be “THAD”!!! So this sweet fellow I worked with got a text from me saying I was thinking of HIM when I saw the advertisement for the new HBO show…. “HUNG”!!! I could have died from embarrassment! We started laughing so loud I thought we were going to get asked to leave the baggage claim area and we simply could not stop. We could not even talk and it took me a good ten minutes to text my apologies and explanation back to Thad. Needless to say we all had a great laugh about it especially my husband when I told him. It also may me way more careful about double checking who I am actually sending my texts too.
You spend your whole life thinking you love something and then one day BAM!! you realize that there was something better out there all the time and you know in your heart that your life will never be the same again. I can’t even begin to think about all the years I wasted with the wrong one… the wrong cracker that is. I have to tell you that I am by no means a brand snob. There are very few name brands that I insist on but there are certain products that you’ll only buy a specific brand because frankly the other brands are just sub-par. For instance, I am a Heinz girl. No ifs, ands, or buts about it… it has to be Heinz ketchup. Thank goodness my ketchup eating machine of a husband agrees Heinz is the only real ketchup (I’m not sure I could have married him otherwise.)
So if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have assured you that I was a Ritz cracker girl for life… there was no possible chance of me changing. But then Publix had Toll House crackers on sale and I may or may not have thought to myself I have one box of Ritz left that I can ration while letting Tim eat the Toll House (living the truth people, living the truth!) So I bought four boxes and quietly put them in the cabinet where Tim would see them. Once my hidden stash of Ritz ran out, I had no choice, either do without or try the Toll House. Well, I had just made a huge batch of pimento cheese so I didn’t really have an option did I?!?! Y’all, all I can say is that I was blown away. The Toll House crackers are so much better: more of a buttery flavor, super light yet still crisp and they melt in your mouth. I found myself eating them by the handful… which is not the best thing for my waistline let me tell you!
I learned a valuable lesson people, you don’t always have to eat the brand you have always eaten. I realized while I may be older, I am also wiser. Branch out and try something new every once in a while. Who knows you may decide that you have a new favorite. Just don’t ever expect me to try a new ketchup… I mean, I have to draw the line somewhere!!
FedEx just dropped off a package which to a stay at home wife is like a bonus!! Woo hoo! And I always hope it is something fun, exciting and paid for by someone else. So I rush outside being extra careful to not let the neighbors see me since I am only wearing a bathing suit cover-up (another story for another day my friends) and it’s a package from…………………. Wells Fargo. Wells Fargo??? Ummmm. We refinanced our house recently taking advantage of the lower interest rates so I’m thinking what wonderful treasure could this package possibly contain? I won’t lie, all kinds of thoughts ran through my head: customer of the year award, free iPhone 5S, gift card to a fabulous restaurant (hey, it was a small package so I knew it wasn’t a car.) Nope, none of the above. Are you ready ? It was two coffee mugs with…
Can we talk about the kid who was suspended for asking Miss America out? Now before we get too far into this, I need to tell you I agree with the suspension. Maybe it’s because my hubby is an assistant principal at our local high school, maybe it’s because I raised three boys to understand there are consequences to breaking rules or maybe it’s because after seeing him interviewed I realized this kid has more ego than Kanye West. (he said he ended with his signature “dance move”…. well now buddy you have three days to work on your signature dance move at home, how’s that sounding?) I think what really got me riled up were all the morning show anchors (other than my new buddy George Snuffaluffagus) being aghast that the kid was punished. Well news flash people, the kid himself said that he was told ahead of time by the school administration NOT TO DO THIS but he decided to ignore them and “just do his thang.” Um, yeah, not only do I not feel sorry for this kid but I hope he gets in trouble at home as well. Sure you may say this is just a kid being a kid but as the wife of a high school administrator I say no, at some point we all have to learn that like it or not we have to follow rules or there will be consequences. He was told by the school administrators not to do this but ignored them because he knew this was “his moment”… sounds like a swell kid to me. Seriously, if your boss explicitly tells you not to do something and you do it, how’s that going to work for you??? Ok, off my soapbox now but I will leave you with this. Rules may not be fun but for the most part they are for our benefit. I truly hope this kid learns from this because one day it may be a more harmful rule he breaks and someone might pay the ultimate price for it.
It’s Easter weekend and while most of us celebrate Christmas in a really big way, I always wonder why we don’t put the same emphasis on Easter? After all, to us who are Christians, there could be no Christianity without the sacrifice of Easter. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad it is not a secular commercialization of a Holy day but I hope going forward we really spend time thinking about who and what we are celebrating. Now when the boys were young it was a very BIG DAY at our house! I mean when else were the kids given tons of candy before 8:00am?? (Yeah, not real sure who came up with that tradition but I am pretty certain they did not have three boys.) Candy in the morning was made even worse by the fact that we then dressed them up and expected them to behave for the next few hours while we all went to church. Again, not much forethought on our part… I mean why on earth did we not give them the baskets AFTER church?!?! Hind sight people. But what I did love was the pure unadulterated joy on the faces of those boys as they ran around hunting eggs, eating candy and celebrating life. They didn’t really understand the holiday for years, but what a reminder to me as a harried, busy, overwhelmed mom of what really mattered. Celebrating new life and the sacrifice of our Savior. So this year, even though they’ll be no little boys running around here on a sugar high, Tim and I will still be celebrating not only new life, but the selfless sacrifice of our Lord and Savior. And I’m hoping wherever you are, you will be celebrating the same!!
It’s the little things that drive me insane. For instance, there currently is a credit card commercial where they swipe the credit card the wrong way over and over and over and over! Let’s be real, I use enough credit cards to know the strip is on the top of the card and every time I see this I find myself thinking, “You can’t even show your card being used properly and I’m supposed to trust you with all my personal information?? Ummm, no thanks!” Seriously people, someone should be fired over that. This company is asking me to trust them yet they don’t pay enough attention to detail to show their product being used the right way. It just bothers me y’all and yes, I know I have issues. Even when watching a movie or TV show, when an incorrect edit happens it drives me crazy. Mainly because I know NOTHING about movie or TV interworking so if I notice the miscue it must be bad. Tim and I were watching a show the other night when I noticed that the lights in a building behind the guys talking were on, then off, then on, then off. I started thinking, “Maybe that’s going to come in to play. I bet the flashes are a signal to let us know where the bad guys are. I should pay attention to this.” Yeah, no that was not it at all. Again just somebody sleeping on the job. But the worst part is that I totally missed the conversation going on in front of the building because the lights had my full attention. It was like SQUIRREL! I was totally distracted. Guess I’m seeing where Luke gets that quirky trait from. And all this time I thought Tim was the one from the questionable gene pool…
It’s been quite a busy week for us around here. There was a small golf tournament in our city, tons of family and friends came to town and just yesterday Delle Louise Hargather was born becoming the seventeenth great niece/nephew for Tim and I. You guys know that I loved my job at the Masters but I knew when to say when and have loved being home for the last two Masters Weeks. I get to go to the “tunamint” (in the words of Hootie Johnson) and have no stress, visit with much loved friends, shop in the most exclusive shop in the world and see world class golf (yes, it is good to be me sometimes…) But hands down the best part is being able to sit and watch the final round on LIVE TV. I love to see what happens and not just hear about it later. But this year, the very best part was not the “tunamint”. The very best part was getting to visit with our new born great niece Riley Kathryn Wills and anticipate the arrival of her first cousin who was born last night. In the past month my nieces, Molly and Robin Anne (who are sisters), both had babies and both had girls!! Even though they live two hours apart, I have a feeling that these two little girls will spend tons of time together and be the best of friends. I also have a feeling that, like their moms, they will bring lots of joy to this great aunt. Welcome to the world Riley Kate and Delle… and always remember, Aunt Wendy is your favorite, right???
It’s Masters Week and as Augustans we all know what that means: hearing from people you haven’t spoken to in YEARS who are asking for tickets, wanting to know if they can stay with you, hoping you can hook them up with Masters merchandise… you know just a typical Monday. There really is a different vibe to this week in Augusta (not that I even knew that until last year…but hey, now I’m an expert.) Just little things like your neighborhood being filled with strangers who’ve rented houses and only appear to leave at dawn and return well after dark, massive traffic on Washington Road with cars from every state in the nation, not a snowballs chance of getting in any restaurant within a twenty-five mile radius… good time people, good times. But all this chaos and confusion really is fun to be a part of. Seriously, when else is every person in a town excited to be there and checking off one of the biggest items on their bucket list? No matter where you go, the conversations you get into with people (and yes, Tim is home so he starts conversations with EVERY PERSON HE SEES!) are really interesting. They all want to tell you where they are from and how they can’t believe they are in Augusta for the Masters. After all my years of working out there, I get it because it really is one of the most beautifully pristine places on the earth and one of the last places where there is a pervasive attitude of respect and awe that you just don’t run across anywhere else in the world. The crowds are big but everyone is patient, waits their turn and is respectful (except for the idiot who yells, “GET IN THE HOLE!!” somebody be his friend and tell him to stop it because the golf ball is not listening, K??) So those of you who are here, welcome! We hope you have a great week, love our town, leave it like you found it and come back again. To those of you not here… keep trying because it really is an amazing event to see in person. And if you come to town, call me- not for tickets because I really can’t get you any but I would love to meet you for dinner!
With Masters Week only days away, those who will be in town and be at the tournament (no, I don’t have extra tickets) begin what I lovingly call the Great Masters WEATHER WATCH. (There seriously is a person at the Masters whose job it is to watch the weather and keep everyone aware of what may or may not happen… they’d never give me that job because my sense of humor might not be funny to them “TORNADO right over the first tee… not!”) It is so funny how much news coverage the weather gets leading up to this one week every year. Forecasts are all over Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and every other form of social media you can think of. And the worst part is that I find myself studying them like they are the key to winning the lottery… not that I play the lottery… not very much. Here’s the thing, when you arrive at an outdoor event at the un-godly hour of 6:30am (insert big eyed surprised emoji here… y’all I really need emojis on my blog cause I talk better with them) it is typically a lot colder than it will be when you reach a more normal time of say 1:00pm… so you need to know several things: shorts or pants? Umbrella or jacket? Tank or sweater? (Cause you know it’s all about the outfit!) If you are female you also need to know about the humidity so you can decide if you want your hair pulled up or risk looking like Rosanna Rosannadanna ten minutes after you get there (don’t act like you don’t remember her.) People, there seriously have been years when you got a massive sunburn during the practice rounds and darn near frostbite on the Saturday of tournament! The good news is that even when they get the weather wrong, there are these wonderful little shops all over the property that sell anything you might need to combat cold, rain, or sun (love those peeps!) I can tell you this much, the local television people who get the most airtime Masters week are not the sports guys like you would think… nope, it is TOTALLY the weather guys. And when it comes to getting it right, all I have to say after the weather swings we’ve had this year is GOOD LUCK!