O.K. You know I thought I'd leave my crazy life at home once I headed out here to this big 'ole state known as Texas. Yep, I actually thought this. Craziness follows me like a BAD DISEASE! And I am constantly contagious with the stuff, and I think it starts to rub off onto others. Here's a run down of what's been going on:
1. The kids play putt putt together on Monday! This was something like the 3 stooges (
libbi, jack and myself) on a putt putt course. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason or order for that matter to our playing. Instead of playing like normal (hole 1, hole 2, hole3......) we played like hole1, hole 16, hole 4, hole 2.....etc..) all while Libbi stood in the middle of the green with her legs in something like the splits trying to see if Jackson could hit the ball through her legs. Jackson swung the club more like he plays baseball, trying to see if he could hit it out of the "park. Let's just say the concept was lost on them. I've never really thought of myself as brave, but maybe taking these two out by myself to play putt putt was a definite act of bravery. Well, at least Lori seemed to think so. They were just absolutely histerical and I tried to photograph them playing but laughed to hard most of the time to get good shots.
2. So, as the saga continues yesterday I took them out to the park and after lunch we head back to the house. Well, as we near our neighborhood I notice that something is on fire. As I drive into the neighborhood the fire gets larger and larger and everyone who is home at this time is in their front yard. I'm thinking o.k., maybe this is a controlled burn. I really hope this is a controlled burn. I notice that it's the field that surrounds the neighborhood that's on fire. There are around 7 fire trucks, in the subdivision, located at the end of each of the streets trying to fight the fire. I found out that night that around 200 acres were actually on fire. I go to the end of the street trying to find out if anyone knows if this is a fire that is getting out of control. I'm just thinking to myself , o.k. what should I do. No one knows for sure what the official word is but the wind is blowing about 20 miles per hour and it looks like the fire is jumping. So, I go back to the house and as I enter the garage, a friend from across the street comes tearing down the street and yells at me to get the kids and the dogs and leave immediately. Her husband (a
Killeen policeman) has just called and they are evacuating the neighborhood. So, I try to get Lori on the phone at school to find out what she needs to me to grab and try to tell her what's going on and that the house isn't on fire yet. I get the kids in the car and run back to get the dogs and a cop runs up to the house trying to inform me to leave, I told him I was trying and then they start in with the bull horns. I kept thinking, "Tell me this isn't happening. I know this isn't happening!" I get everyone in the car and throw my back out in the process trying to get a 7 month old, 80 pound, chocolate lab named Shelby into the car. She was not going to jump into that car without me completely picking her up. As I start to try to calm down a little and drive the car out of the neighborhood I notice that they won't allow anyone in back in. I'm really hoping that I haven't forgotten anything that Lori told me to grab. It was such a surreal experience, seeing everyone running up and down the streets carrying their belongings. This was my first evacuation and it really made me realize that I need to come up with an evacutation plan in case of any future disasters. Thankfully, the kids stayed calm, I was able to lift an 80 lb dog, and I didn't completely freak out and start driving around in circles trying to figure out where to go. They had to spray down several homes with water, and they lost several fire trucks but no one lost their home. We had a lot to be thankful for yesterday.
3. No trip would be complete without a trip to the doctor's office. We woke up today and Libbi's eye was swelled shut. We kind of figured out that she had had an allergic reaction to the smoke from the day before and so Jackson, Libbi and I head to the doctors office to get it checked out. The doctor thinks it's pink eye but Lori and I think it was the smoke so we get anti-biotic eye drops and some for Jackson too just in case. After the doctor, we head to Toys R US to help us forget the "doctors" visit and it's just amazing how an unlimited amount of toys to look at make everything better.
So after putt putt, a fire evacuation, and a doctor's visit we've completed 4 days out of the 2 1/2 week visit. My only question is what in the world is going to happen in the next 12 -14 days that we have left? Stayed tuned because there is no telling. (and by the way, I think America's funniest home video's may just be tailing us!)
Oh, Craziness....Craziness.....