Beach Time

I know it has been a while since my last post and wanted to let the void of people out there that read this blog know I am still alive!  I am currently residing in a wonderful beach home in Cape San Blas with my family and one of my roomies – Elizabeth.  We arrived late on Sunday night and have been thoroughly enjoying the sand and sun.  Watching the maturing/disciplining process of my niece and three nephews has been entertaining and draining.  However I can’t complain in the least about my littlest nephew…he is a precious cooing gem!  (See pic below)  I received a call from Ole Miss Law School yesterday and have now been accepted into their program this fall.  Now comes the decision of where to go!  Please pray that God’s guidance will be the foremost thought on my mind as I decide.  I will have one day in Jackson when we return from the beach on this coming Sunday.  Tara and I will fly out for Australia on Monday night!!!!  From now on my posts will be updates of our travels from around that glorious nation!  Pray that we do not get into harm’s way and that Christ’s presence will be always with us and around us. 

Old homes

I LOVE my new house at 1120 Quinn in Jackson, but living in an older home that sits on Yazoo clay can be interesting at times.  Case in point – the dishwasher.  Now the fact that I even have a dishwasher is fantastic, however it does have one flaw.  When you open the door to the dishwasher it only opens about 20% of the way.  You have to forcefully push down on it in order to access the bottom shelf.  The hysterical part…and this actually scared the ever living daylights out of me the first time…is that when you push down on the door, the right-hand under-the-sink cabinet door pops open!  It’s like a large version pop-up book.  I died out laughing.  As soon as I can get pictures of the house loaded on here, I will show the world the amazing “Pop-out Dishwasher/Door Combo!”

KFC

For those of you who are not aware: I am moving to a new home over the weekend and thus have had little time for sleep, exercise or anything non-moving related.  Last night was no exception.  I got off work around 6:00 (four secretaries were out and that is just NOT acceptable for our attorneys) and changed into my grubbies to begin another evening of assisting my new roomies in moving out of their respective dwelling abodes.  After ascending and descending several flights of stairs toting a kitchen table, dresser, t.v. stand, the HEAVIEST coffee table in the world, odds and ends boxes, lamps, oriental rugs, and a partridge in a pear tree – I needed food!  Elizabeth, new roomy #1, asked if I was dying of hunger or just slightly hungry because there was more moving to be done.  I replied that I wasn’t at the point of death as of yet, but was entering the panic zone of hunger pains.  We all decided to head for KFC, the nearest cheap meat and potatoes place to us at the moment. 

On the way over there we had all decided what to order so we could get in and out of the drive-through quickly.  Imagine my frustration, shock and immediate anger to have the scratchy little voice on the other side of the order box tell me “Um, yeah, it’ll be 18 minute wait on all chicken orders.”  WHAT IN THE WORLD!!!  18 minute wait on chicken at KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN????  Unfortunately for KFC my carpool headed to McDonalds.  Not as satisfying, but quick.  Maybe we should call and reserve our chicken before going to KFC!