My actual birthday was fabulous, I woke up to Bill bringing me coffee in bed that my girl Cherie made. I felt the love with every sip. We got the kids up and went to Burt's Pumpkin Farm in Dahlonega. It's an annual trek to a 'real' farm where there are hay rides and beautiful fall views... I always come home with a wheelbarrow full of pumpkins... some to carve on Halloween and the rest to cook down between now and Christmas to make pumpkin bread, cheesecake, and pie... This baker doesn't used canned pumpkin... The first pumpkin will be sacrificed next Wednesday for several loaves of pumpkin bread... Gotta bring Bill something yummy for his bday... :)
It was a quick trip to the mountains... cut short by my poor son getting a migraine (which is why he isn't in any of the pictures...)
It all worked out though because we got home to a glorious day in Atlanta and decided to set up a game of Croquet in my back yard. My kids and my girl Cherie love playing Croquet. I tried to warn Bill about the house rules... and about watching your back when Cherie is playing. That girl has no shame in her cheating. Mid way through the game no one is innocent... Bill is hiding Cherie's ball like it's an Easter egg every time she goes back to the patio for a drink. CJ is moving wickets. Even Katie nonchalantly kicked Cherie's ball... leaving Bill and I grinning until Cherie turned around and screeched "that TREE was NOT in the WAY of MY ball!"... Now Bill and I are guffawing, holding our guts bending over with tears coming down our faces...
My family and Cherie play the only game of croquet I know that requires shin guards and body armor... potentially even mouth guards... It's a full contact sport with grass flying and hysterical screams and laughter..jpg)
Bill and I fought for first place... Katie was right behind us... Cherie and CJ continued to send each others balls all over the back yard... It was the perfect afternoon. We all had a blast. I just stood there grinning all afternoon surrounded by the love of my kids, my girlfriend and of course my 'broken' Mudgie Rigger.... The weather was glorious for a fall day.... I could simply not ask for more.
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We had to take Bill to the airport by dinner time to try to get him back to Richmond. Stand by flying is cheap but can wear out the best of people. He got on the last flight of the day... with one seat left to spare.... Happy he made it because his plans this weekend are important... but sad to see him leave... He fits in my family just fine... and I'm ready for him to stay. xoxo
My girlfriends (Alex, Cherie) and I had dinner at STK in Atlanta. Cherie came along last minute when she found out she didn't have to work. Cherie, btw, says she lives in Peachtree City. That's bull. Her son does in a house she pays for, but she lives with me when I'm home. She's already told Bill she's part of the package. Anyway, I digress, the gals and I had an amazing meal and then wandered down the street for coffee at Cafe Intermezzo. With stomach full, and coffee in my system for the drive home, I headed back knowing I had one of the best birthdays I've had in a long long time. I love you all so much.
While we were gone, my cats were busy altering the pumpkins we had put out. Apparently stems are evil things that must be removed from pumpkins. Who knew? I'm left seriously afraid about Christmas with Cleo...I'm cleaning up today, getting ready to go back to work... and I found the magic flannel. Bill gave me a crew shirt to sleep in when he's not here. Us chicks like a piece of their mans clothes to sleep in... we are silly like that. But I found out there's magic in the combination of wearing a flannel shirt and a crew shirt... Hair immediately grows at exponential rates on your face... My girlfriend screamed and tore off the flannel before it was too late. I almost truly became... Crowell. :D
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