Question...and other thoughts.

Did I used to have a cute background on this blog. Like, just a few days ago? I take my eyes off this blog for one minute and....

The sad part is, I can't remember, but I think I did. Maybe "cutest blog on the block" decided it has expired?

Who knows.

All I know is it's rodeo time here in Houston. And I really would love to go. But, it doesn't seem like the wisest use of our time right now. We are up to our eyeballs, no, drowning in responsibilities and commitments involving selling the house we are in and moving into our new house. So, the rodeo and the world's best barbecue beckon, but alas, I must say no for this year.

(How's that for drama?!)

Enough of that.

I need to go grocery shop. I have a list. What joy! I'll have all three girls with me for this shopping trip. Bonus.

I am trying something new and I hesitate to blog about it. Because then it's like I'm sort of accountable. I think I've decided not to blog about it at this time. Moving on...

My birthday is Monday. Emma asked if I was turning 28 and without blinking an eye I said, "Yep." She thought Mark was 10 years older than me for several days before he went and set the record straight. My brother asked if I feel 38, because he just turned 32 and says he feels like he's in his 20's. (eye roll.) When he asked, (to set up the scene, he's over here on his birthday (32nd) and just told us how he feels like he's in his 20's. I'm throwing food on the table for dinner, heating rolls, icing down grape sodas because it's his birthday and it's his favorite, delegating cooking dough spooning to Emma so we can have birthday cookies for the 32 year old who feels 20, and I'm pretty sure I was sweating. I am looking too cute dressed in my stretchies with my hair in a knotted up pony tail and no make up.) I just looked at him and raised one eyebrow. His next question: "You feel like you're forty-five?"

My brother is funny. And he's a very good daddy. And God bless him for feeling like he's in his 20's. I'll ask him how old he feels when CJ is 10. And Allison is 20. Holy cow. I don't like where this is going.

If you go to the rodeo, I suggest a sausage on a stick (easy to eat while you walk around looking at the animals) OR a baked potato loaded with chopped bar-b-cue (not easy to eat on the go - you have to find a picnic table.) Both are most un-lady-like but so very worth it.

Happy Trails.