We had an impromptu family "date" tonight and all went to Starbucks. Went, as in, went in, ordered a drink, shared a piece of banana bread between the kids and me, and sat down and just gabbed, relaxed, hung out, laughed, talked, and just were together.
It was SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because of money, I made Rob promise me he wouldn't get me a gift for a certain birthday coming up. But tonight I thought that this could be my gift from them and to myself, and I can't think of a better present than this. It was really a lot of fun just hanging together there. Barbara & I shared this little fancy shmancy chair/lounger thing, and she played on my phone. Rob & Robert talked and talked. Matthew sat in the middle of these two groups listening mostly, talking a little, and sharing some of my drink after he finished his.
I had my favorite thing there- only one of two things I can drink at S'bucks- the Caramel Apple Spice! OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is there anything more yummy than that????
Yeah, this was definitely a gift, and a wonderful one. I ADORE my family with all that is in me, and there is nothing I like more than just being with them and relaxing, talking, joking, and cutting up with them. My hubby & kids have such great senses of humor. We are like a three-ring circus of one-liners, ditziness, clumsiness (on my part), and jokes. Just too much fun!
So, even though they never read this, THANKS family. I LOVE YOU ALL, and you really made my night!
Thanks God for this crazy group of family You gave me.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Christmas Tree Time 2008
On this chilly, foggy, rainy Sunday afternoon, the Thomas family went out to get a Christmas tree for what could be our last Christmas with three children living at home, and what we all hope is our last Christmas in someone else's house (as we hope to be moving into our own home in a few weeks' time).
I had to take a few photos, even if this isn't quite as nostalgic as it used to be or as exciting since by this time next year, I may be minus one or two kids at home.
Ever the clowns are my children!
Okay, I don't usually step out from behind the camera, and I definitely resemble a pig or something with a snout here, but oh well.
And, of course with Rob too.
Go Barbara Go! Proving once again that girls rock too! :)
Only our family would go out in the rain to get a tree, and only our kids would wear flip-flops in NC at this time of year- everyone else down here thinks we are nuts! Shhh, don't tell them we really are! :)
Without the van this year, we had to improvise how to get the tree home.
Everybody had a part except for me who just took pictures. :)
I had to take a few photos, even if this isn't quite as nostalgic as it used to be or as exciting since by this time next year, I may be minus one or two kids at home.
Ever the clowns are my children!
Okay, I don't usually step out from behind the camera, and I definitely resemble a pig or something with a snout here, but oh well.
And, of course with Rob too.
Go Barbara Go! Proving once again that girls rock too! :)
Only our family would go out in the rain to get a tree, and only our kids would wear flip-flops in NC at this time of year- everyone else down here thinks we are nuts! Shhh, don't tell them we really are! :)
Without the van this year, we had to improvise how to get the tree home.
Everybody had a part except for me who just took pictures. :)
Now to find time to decorate this crazy busy week. Hopefully before our company arrives later this week. I hope, but Scott & Jessica, if you're reading this, don't count on it! :)
Confessions of a Former White Trash Teacher
Sorry to anyone who reads this and is offended at my lack of PC-ness. Sorry to my Momma who HATES it when I refer to myself that way & to anyone who doesn’t know me well enough to have heard my great “white trash teacher” story, but this one is just a silly nothing for me today. :)
The power just went out here for some as yet, unknown reason. Since I really should be working on schoolwork and being productive, but REALLY don’t want to, I decided to jot this down just to amuse myself.
Every once in a while the power goes out here. It doesn’t take much in good ol’ Greensboro, NC, for the power to go out. I don’t know what would happen if there ever were a real storm here, seriously. I try not to be a “weather snob” as we five Thomases have come to call it, but there is not much for weather down here except for heat in the summer. :) If you get a gust of wind, a clap of thunder, and two raindrops, people here think there is a tornado outside your door and you should go hide in the bathtub. (Just kidding to my southern friends, just kidding) And the power, seriously, does go out here anytime there is much wind at all or if we get a heavy downpour, but the power usually comes back on pretty quickly so no complaining here.
But I digress. I’m just wondering how far away from my “white trash teacher” days, as I call them, do I have to get before the first thoughts in my head when the power or water or heat goes out quit being, “Did I pay that bill? I know I paid that bill on time. Why did they shut us off?” Seriously, that is always the first thing that comes to my brain, even though those days are long gone and I pay the bills routinely on the first day of each month almost religiously. It’s funny how hard times, experiences, life, things just frame who you are as a person. I mean, here I am a school teacher, a mom of three almost grown kids, a secure in the middle class person, a responsible citizen who always pays her bills (even when I don’t always have the money, God helps me find a way), and yet those days of being poor and going without are just a part of who I am, and I’m guessing they always will be. Maybe that’s not so bad; it’s just kind of funny how that’s there.Wonder how many other confessions I might make if I thought about this very deeply, but then as I always say (much to the aggravation of my sister I might add), I’m not a very deep thinker. So I’ll leave that to her, crack wise about my poor days, and always wonder “Hmmm, didn’t I pay the power bill?” when the lights go out. :)
The power just went out here for some as yet, unknown reason. Since I really should be working on schoolwork and being productive, but REALLY don’t want to, I decided to jot this down just to amuse myself.
Every once in a while the power goes out here. It doesn’t take much in good ol’ Greensboro, NC, for the power to go out. I don’t know what would happen if there ever were a real storm here, seriously. I try not to be a “weather snob” as we five Thomases have come to call it, but there is not much for weather down here except for heat in the summer. :) If you get a gust of wind, a clap of thunder, and two raindrops, people here think there is a tornado outside your door and you should go hide in the bathtub. (Just kidding to my southern friends, just kidding) And the power, seriously, does go out here anytime there is much wind at all or if we get a heavy downpour, but the power usually comes back on pretty quickly so no complaining here.
But I digress. I’m just wondering how far away from my “white trash teacher” days, as I call them, do I have to get before the first thoughts in my head when the power or water or heat goes out quit being, “Did I pay that bill? I know I paid that bill on time. Why did they shut us off?” Seriously, that is always the first thing that comes to my brain, even though those days are long gone and I pay the bills routinely on the first day of each month almost religiously. It’s funny how hard times, experiences, life, things just frame who you are as a person. I mean, here I am a school teacher, a mom of three almost grown kids, a secure in the middle class person, a responsible citizen who always pays her bills (even when I don’t always have the money, God helps me find a way), and yet those days of being poor and going without are just a part of who I am, and I’m guessing they always will be. Maybe that’s not so bad; it’s just kind of funny how that’s there.Wonder how many other confessions I might make if I thought about this very deeply, but then as I always say (much to the aggravation of my sister I might add), I’m not a very deep thinker. So I’ll leave that to her, crack wise about my poor days, and always wonder “Hmmm, didn’t I pay the power bill?” when the lights go out. :)
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