LUCK

On Sunday The Calverts had a nice little Amarillo outing. We went to the Discovery Center, fed the ducks and then had dinner out which we rarely do these days. I would love to say the following incident was because of exhaustion or starvation but things like this happen to me quite frequently. A little past the river (Canadian) I felt as if something was wrong. I didn't say anything until a few miles later. Actually, I didn't have to say anything. Justin said it for me, "You left your wallet on top of the car. Didn't you?" Panic sets in. "No. No. I didn't. It's in the back on the other side of BB's car seat." I begin to (out of the corner of one eye) look around for my big orange wallet. "You left it up there didn't you?" I begin to think of all the things strung out on Highway 287. My driver's license, our insurance cards, all of our credit cards, a certified copy of BB's birth certificate, a $25 Target gift card all lying in the ditch somewhere. Mother of Pearl! What the hell is wrong with me? Shock sets in. As we pull into Dumas, Justin makes a bee line for the first place we can pull over. He gets out, looks on top of the car and cracks a smile. My wallet had not budged. Forty six miles at 70 miles per hour and my wallet had not budged. Now that's what I call luck.

LIFE IS GOOD

IF I WERE A DUCK

SMOKIN' THE Wii PIPE

We are not big video game players at Casa de Calvert. The last Nintendo game I remember playing was Super Mario Brothers and Tetris. Needless to say, we don't own a Nintendo or XBox or whatever the hell is cool right now. HOWEVER, we were introduced to Wii bowling this weekend. We bowled until the Wii hours of the night on Friday. Justin stayed up even later, as he could not be defeated in a very tight tennis match. As we all crept out of bed Saturday morning, it was as if a very strong force brought us all to the living room. Coffee in hand, it was time to bowl. And again, it all began. At one point, I looked over at the clock and realized it was waaay past noon. There were four grown ass adults still in their jammies addicted to a machine and one little girl who must have thought we'd lost our dang minds. I must say she loved watching us though. She even played along with the tv remote. We did not quit bowling until after dinner that night and even suckered some friends to come join the tournament. I have been told of this crazy phenomenon over and over. I totally underestimated its strength. This game is so real it makes you feel strange not wearing old dirty bowling shoes. We changed up our form, we waved at our "fans", we bet shots of pickle juice and who would fold the laundry. As Justin and I discussed our sore shoulders and biceps the next day, we both looked at one another and said, "Wanna bowl?"

ANGELS AMONG US

Betty Jean Davis was named Citizen of the Year last night at the Spearman Chamber of Commerce Banquet. Other than my Betty being born, I have never been so proud. In my opinion, there is no woman in this world with her strength and genuine goodness. She has given and given and given some more. Never and I mean NEVER has she asked for recognition for her endless good deeds. She has cared for people she has never met and serves God each and every second of every single day. She bows low, says little, and shares often. It was a moment that meant so much to our family. She accepted the award in her own humble way and the crowd gave her a standing ovation. These days, women such as this are few and far between. She is an angel in this fast and furious world and every member of my family turns to her for a guidance that is shown by example rather than words. As I looked across the table I saw tears well in my Grandfather's eyes. He is a man that shows little emotion and I don't know that I've ever seen him cry. She leaned over kissed his weathered cheek and whispered thank you as she walked to the podium.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

When I was pregnant, people did not hesitate to tell me how much life after baby would change. "You will never be the same again. Your body will never be the same again. You will never have sex again. You will never sleep again." For the most part it has turned out to be a load of bologna.....except for that last part. "You will never sleep again." IT IS SO VERY TRUE. I have tried everything except Ambien: Melatonin, aromatherapy, counting sheep, pushing my thoughts out of my mind with a street sweeper, and wine. The ole Kim Crawford will come through every now and then but she requires large doses and then I'm not refreshed the next morning. I'm hungover. Something has happened to my brain since Little Betty has entered this world and its favorite thing is TO BE AWAKE!!!!!! What do I think about in the wee small hours of the morning?

Is BB covered up?
This stupid ass blog.
Should I go sleep in the other room?
Is BB crying?
Why didn't I just go ahead and have another glass of wine?
Could Justin and Gunner coordinate their snoring any more?
Maybe Justin will wake up if you know what I mean.
Our bed is as comfortable as any hotel. Too bad I can't frickin go to sleep in it.
Dear God, please let me go back to sleep. Just one more hour. Pleeeeeeeeeease.
Get up, Grace! Get up and do something. You are wasting time here. GET UP!

And then as I begin to close my eyes, as I begin to doze, as I begin to dream....WAH WAH WAH WAH. The alarm. Time to get up.