*breathes a sigh of relief*

So that brings us up to date, sorta. I am so sure I left some things out - like the fact that I have a new principal - the same one that DIDN'T hire me for the job I interviewed for last summer. So far he's working out :)

And there was a visit to Todd's house in January for Brent to fish in a tournament on the pier at Wrightsville Beach.

And there was a girls only trip to Myrtle Beach during which September, Sally, and I laid around suite and shopped - very nice.

But that's about it. Not so busy, just blissfully existing.

Which brings us to this weekend, and tomorrow - which will be the big birthday day for us here in Washington.

Tomorrow Frances turns SEVENTY! She is still here, outliving ones we thought would live forever. And we're all going out to lunch, so say a little prayer for us - I am sure I will have stories to tell about all that once it is done - and FYI we will be at the Mayflower Restaurant in Washington at two - so stay clear! LOL

AND if it is MOM'S Birthday, well then it has to be TODD'S Birthday as well, so Happy early Birthday to him. I'm going down to Wilmington next weekend to see him and hang out and celebrate him being older than me - ha ha not by much - and Rob may be there too from what I hear so it's gonna be a PAHHHHHTEEEEEEE. LOOOL

And that my dear friends
is that
here's hoping I don't get six months behind again

LOL

More Catching Up

Okay, so then came Mary's Birthday - Keenan cooked for her and had family and friends over.



Then January disappeared.



Then February came, and Brent got me a card for Valentine's Day from the Dogs - you will not believe this, but he got me the exact same card from them that they gave me last year - NO JOKE!!



http://leaseuhd.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html

Gotta love my man.
Or the dogs - hard to say which -

Then came Christmas . . .

Okay, so then came Christmas.

Best part - being off work -

Worst part - Brent's mom broke her foot falling out the door at our house Christmas Eve Night. She was walking out - carrying something to car, and fell. Then spent the next day in the hospital in Raleigh only to refuse to let them put a real cast on her foot. She's better now, but Lord that was crazy.

Christmas Day we went to Mary's house, and it was nice. The boys were there and Keenan and Mary. All of the boys had been dealing with viruses and such, but it was really nice. Slightly low key, which was good too.

More Catch Up

Okay so then there was Thanksgiving. I haven't really written anything, because it's a very very long story and most of you have heard it, but here it goes . . .


So like the weekend before Thanksgiving, Brent and I went out on the boat on the Roanoke River up out of Williamston.

It was GORGEOUS. Chilly, no fish biting, but gorgeous.

On Monday, Brent took the boat out in Washington, and put out at Haven's Gardens and was heading up river and the motor died. He had to row back about two miles - maybe - to get back to the ramp - all of this happening of course while I was in school. He came home and figured out that it was a wiring connection, and the motor worked great after that.

Then on Tuesday he went out and decided he'd go up Tranter's Creek as far as he could. And I worked. And I was tired when I got home so I tried to take a nap. TRIED . . .

Because as soon as I got in the bed, ring ring ring. And of course I didn't have the phone. I decided to just let the machine get it, but as soon as the machine started it was Brent talking into the phone about how I had to get up and come get him cause he was tied up somewhere because the boat stopped working - blah blah blah

Called him back on my cell - which I DID have in the bed with me. Found out where he was. Got dressed. Went and got him. Luckily this time he had engine problems on the backside of a campground, so he could tie up on the bulkhead.

Now. You may be shaking your head sadly at my plight now - or at his - or you may be quickly coming up with the same question I did - How in the HELL are we going to get that boat back to the ramp to get it out of the water.

WELL . . .

Brent has this other boat he's been sorta working on to sell. And it was sorta ready to be tested out, so his plan was to take boat number 2 out to pick up boat number 1.

mmhmmm

mhmmmmX2

Needless to say boat number two never made it. We were actually lucky to be able to get it tied to boat number one. And then I about died trying to figure out how we were going to get any of these things out of the water. Luckily it was winter, and the campers weren't all there, so no one was complaining about two derelict boats tied to their bulkhead. So . . . (these three dots represent me getting all pissed about the whole situation and contemplating filing for divorce on the grounds of broken ass boats - breathe in - breathe out)

SOOOOOOO - SeaTow said we'll come get you for $300. I said UM NO. Then magically I remembered CHRISTIE AND CHARLES ARE BOAT PEOPLE! THEY WILL SAVE MY MARRIAGE! and you know what? I called Christie, she called Charles, he came with a boat, and we got the boats back to the dock and on trailers.

Worst part - When I was climbing from one boat to another and one foot was going out left and one foot was going out right and I told Brent I hated him at that moment.

Best part - walking back from loading boat number one, I was walking down a hill and Charles - and Latham - were sitting on their boat waiting for me - and Charles looked at me and said "Are we having fun yet?" and I said "You know what . . ." and slipped and fell and got muddy as hell, and laughed my ass off, stood up, cussed like I am sure Latham has never heard, and then looked at Charles and said, "If this boat sinks under me, we're going to let that SOB stay there."

So both boats came home and as the weather is warming up, Brent's getting the chapparal (i am so sure that is not correctly spelled) ready to go back out. Little does he know the only boat I will ever get on again with him is a cruise ship - MAYBE - - - -

And that was our intro to Thanksgiving. Needless to say I spent the rest of my holiday RESTING.