Rachel came home from school with me today because her mama, Crystal, wasn't feeling well. (She & her husband, Steve are very close friends of ours.) That child is a woman trapped in a preschoolers body, honey. In a pinch I think she could drive. We ran errands and she navigated Wally World like a pro. I should just send her in with the list and money, grab a "Co-cola" and sit on one of those benches, and let her have at it. She's a 3-foot dynamo fueled by juice boxes and PB&J. We took a 12-pack of Cokes to school for Delaney for ball game band breaks. It was at dismissal and there were teenagers everywhere. It was organized chaos and Rachel just waltzed in holding my hand and strolling along like she owned the joint. Hilarious!!! (By the way, if I haven't explained this for those who need one, "Co-Cola" is a Coke in the South. And when we ask "Do you want a Coke?" that is shorthand for "Would you like a carbonated beverage?" Should be Coke, but may be Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, the Dew, etc.
It was "cook's choice" tonight and the cook chose frozen pizza. Since Scout considers me a great cook I wasn't sure if that would make the cut for her - since. if you read a previous blog you know, her nickname for me is "MacGyver of the kitchen." The doubt was unfounded because she jumped on the pizza like a starvin' man on a country ham! You would have thought I had cooked a 7-course meal. What was I thinking? Teenagers are as uncomplicated when it comes to food as are men - it's dead, it's cooked and it won't eat them first. Bill and I joke that too many wives think husbands are more complicated than they are. He and I agree that to please her husband, a wife just needs to get nekked, have a bucket of hot wings and it's all good! A ball game later of some sort would be a welcome bonus.
Mama is having some minor plastic surgery tomorrow. She had a double-mastectomy in February and the surgeon needs to remove some excess skin. Dr. Duggan was able to remove all the cancer and Mama didn't have to have chemo or radiation. Praise God for the good things He has done. Praying Mama sails through this procedure as well as she did the initial surgery; amazingly going home the next day. She was the star patient. I will be going home with her just in case she needs someone. Interesting how things reverse at a certain point in life. I figure she wiped my behind and wore the beautimous macaroni necklaces I crafted for her so being there for her is the least I can do. Of course she didn't tell me until I was grown that once I was out of sight she stashed the pasta in her purse. Wish I had known that before I paraded all over town with the one Delaney gave me!! It did come in handy when I ran short of noodles one night.
Proud of Evans High School band's support of Haley Van Pelt. She is the Greenbrier High student and marching band section leader who had a wreck during band camp in July. Evans' band members will be wearing gold and green ribbons to honor Haley. When G'brier marches, during practices and games, they leave Haley's space open. Our prayers are that she will soon take her place back on the field.
Got to pack for Mama's. If you are a blog follower, please uplift her in your prayers tomorrow.
Love to all y'all
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