Life is short...and fun!

The past four weeks have been both sad and fun all rolled into one. I blogged last about Grandpa falling and breaking his pelvis. Two weeks later he was dead. He could be such a grumpy feller that at first I didn't really know how I felt, but in the end I loved him and he loved me. That's really all that matters in life. It was weird going into their house the first time and not hearing him hollering, "Polly...Polly". I can't imagine how she feels right now. I can't imagine being married for 64 years. What a great legacy of love. The weekend of his memorial was a blast with all of the cousins. That sounds awful, I guess, to say, but we see so little of some of the cousins as they live in Nashville, Houston, Ruston, etc. Having EVERYONE here was great. We all sat around the table as the kids ran around playing. Shawn broke out his guitar and we sang hymns for a couple of hours. So fun to laugh and love each other! That is what life is about. That is what Grandpa started. So I suppose I should look at my kids when they drive me crazy and make them promise... to learn to play the guitar!

The other fun we have had in the last week proved elemental in my survival as a sane woman. Frankie hosted the Louisiana Wildlife Agents Association Convention in Shreveport this year. My mom (God love and keep her) kept the kids for me! We had around 200 folks up here having a great time! Busy and fun! Lauraleigh took me to buy some "Booty Bling" jeans from Buckle on one of our outing days! If you do not own a pair of "Booty Bling" jeans from Buckle, then get yourself on down to the mall. It will take 10, 20, 30 years off of your booty. Of course you have to have the "Booty Bling" belt to go with it. It really was a blast. We got our nails done, bought new shoes, and danced all night. I actually felt like a real, live woman again. Who knew a pair of jeans and a night with no kids could prove me capable of living again! It was the best weekend I have had in a long while. Even though Mom has now cancelled the week she was suppose to keep the kids this summer, it was still worth having my weekend! (The best part was seeing how ragamuffin my children looked when I picked them up from her! They were first to admit they had not been made to brush their teeth but maybe twice and certainly did not pick up a brush! Awesome! I am not such a terrible mother after all, huh, Mom!) Those rugrats finally were not responsible for a blog! I am so proud of them and mom for living through the experience!