
Hello rovers.
I wish I could sleep like my two-year-old, hands thrown back, tank on belly, completely zonked out. But sleep is not great these days. The main issue is waking up at 4 am, which is really a little too early to just get up and start my day but late enough to fear going back to sleep because then, I may sleep longer than I want and I ask myself are those two hours really necessary? So then I lay there for an hour and by then it’s 5, and it’s really too late to try to fall back asleep so I just resign and get up. This is precisely what transpired this morning. Now the rain is falling, and I’m wishing I was back in bed. Oh well… too late for that now.
So the past few days have been a complete whirlwind. Hence the title, what day is it? Wednesday, in case you also weren’t sure. I’m going to back up to Friday… band night, not the marching kind, the garage kind.

The guys are big time now, with recording equipment that robbed us of our IRA and well, I mean, they’re big time so I imagine it won’t be long before it pays for itself. They have officially been kicked out of our house and into our garage which is better suited for them anyway.

They also were using my changing table as a bar. I snapped a few pictures of their spread but considering there were a few Southern Baptists in the band, I can’t show you what they were drinking or they’ll be called before church leadership. They were tempering their consumption with peanuts, Red Man, and Skoal. I’m wondering how their stomachs handle such poison, but apparently they’re much tougher than me.
I went out there briefly to snap a few pictures and then again around 1 am when I was awakened by a LOUD raucous, which was the music of their new friends. In quite a stupor, I threw on a robe, and in an attempt to petition them for a little peace & quiet, I made my way to the garage , which wasn’t hard to find… I just used my ears. I’m sure they were horrified by the sight of me, not nearly as horrified as I was of the sound of them. Anyway, I peek in the garage to find not only the band members but also 2 teenage guys who were wandering the neighborhood and just so happened to be in a band too and were showing their talent. I did confirm that these grown fathers knew better than to offer any of their substances to the young teenage men. Whew!
Saturday brought fun that I too could participate in…

These are our friends Jeremiah & Abby and we had the pleasure of spending time with them {& other friends} Saturday night. They currently live in Seattle {where Jeremiah is doing a year fellowship} but will be moving to town in a few short months. So to celebrate their impending arrival Jeremiah’s sister, Ashley, put together an incredible little gathering at their family’s farm!
It started with a horse drawn carriage ride, which started off completely benign but at some point took a turn for brushy, hilly paths that would give any amusement park a run for their money.




We were thankful to all still have full use of our eyeballs, despite several very close calls with whipping branches, and it was a good thing because there was quite a sight to behold post-ride.

Ashley clearly has a gift for entertaining… the whole evening was nothing short of magical!!





Abby and I snuck in for a few pictures of the dinner prep. This is one reason why I love her… would you say we are kindred spirits?


After appetizers on the porch, the sun set, candles were lit, and we made our descent to the table that was all aglow and waiting for us.



The food was absolutely incredible from appetizers of cheeses, fruits, & chutneys, to salads adorned with pomegranate seeds & Gorgonzola, to a main course of beef wellington, fingerling potatoes, apricot casserole, and yeast rolls, to a grand finale of pound cake with strawberries, fudge sauce, and whipped cream… really, it would be an incredibly hard night to top! And not to mention, the company was even better than the food and atmosphere! There are no shortage of storytellers in our group which always makes for a great night… and a few running jokes that the stories are still about to be wrapped up! Speaking of storytellers… Abby told her side of this story on her new {& beautiful blog} Storywood!
Moving on to Sunday morning… Justin and I headed out early, leaving the girls with the in-laws, but having the Rover in tow. Our final destination was Fairhope, AL with a detour to South Walton County, Florida to drop the Rover off with Erika, Chance & Sloane for a quick 24 hours. I was prepared for him to be a very sad little man, devastated to be separated from the mother that he loves more than life, but we buckled him in Erika’s backseat and he wouldn’t even look at me, I’m sure the video & headphones helped. Erika smiled and said, “I don’t think he’s going to miss you!” And that he didn’t.


He had an action packed weekend with his cousin Sloane and I got play by play text messages every 5 minutes and was thankful for every one of them! He also cried his eyes out when I got there and told him it was time to leave. I’d dare say the little man lived it up and can’t wait to return! When I got there to pick him up Sloane looked at me with the most puzzled look on her face and said, “Momma! Momma!” and then pointed to Erika… she was trying to figure me out. My clue that it’s my turn to have her for a weekend!
While the Rover was occupied Justin and I busied ourselves exploring every road in Baldwin County, Alabama. The purpose of our journey: to secure a house for our family for the summer. Justin’s work will have him in Gulf Shores this summer and we plan to spend it with him. Which is very exciting to me! Days prior, I scoured the internet looking for long term rentals {ie. not week vacation rentals} in Fairhope and with a handful of possibilities we set out on our search. Only to find 2 furnished homes with long term/furnished rental possibilities. My dear husband found one that he was completely smitten with…

I unfortunately didn’t share the sentiment with him. Now, as you can see, it’s accommodating but it’s just a little dated. It’s kinda like granny’s cottage in the woods with granny’s old furniture wrapped in fitted sheets with holes in them, and peeling up faux stone linoleum. Justin said, “We can get a couple dehumidifiers, a new sofa, pull up the rugs, we’ll get air cards for our laptops, and we can set off mosquito bombs in the yard! It will be great!” I didn’t really know what to say… other than I reminded him several times that you could smell the musty interior of the home standing 30 feet from the front door… and did he remember that I have pretty insane allergies? He said, “We’ll bring our own bedding and pillows!” His love for this place wasn’t because of the house… it’s because it was bay front and with sunsets like this, I can hardly blame him but I do believe I’ve convinced him that the search must continue… unless he would like me to be in a benadryl-induced stupor all summer. We came home empty handed but I’ve thankfully found a few more possibilities for us that he’s going to go sniff out for us. If any of you know of anything available… I’m all ears!

And before I go…
lots of new inventory at Honey Bee Tees!

armadillos
tortoise raglans
tractor raglans
pink lemonade
{new} bird dogs
and everything else has been restocked… have at it!


This is a typical two-year-old mugshot! 🙂
ps- If you buy a raglan, I suggest you wash it on cold {the first few times} as to not turn your white the color of your sleeves!