M.L to the K Day weekend is shapin’ up to be fun. Art Galleries, new hair do’s, Mexican and margaritas, ponies, shotguns and exploding glass.
We went to a local gallery to see Mary Proctor’s works with some of our oldest and dearest friends- the Jones clan. They were our across-the-street-neighbors on Carriage Road growing up. Their three daughters, raised my sister and me. Sara Britton named her little girl after Allison- pictured below.
They are more fun than they are beautiful- if you can believe it. When they suggested Mexican food after the gallery, we said ‘why not’. Well honey, let me tell you. When Lucki (the queen bee) says Mexican, she really means Margaritas. These girls are such a hoot.
Exchanging stories from years past drum up smiles, shock and laughter.
Mmmmm… Mexican on a cold, sunny, January Saturday afternoon. I figured if my Mom is drinking in the middle of the day, than certainly its okay for me to as well. Right?
We had three generations of the Jones’ at lunch… Mumsy, the 96 year old grandmother, Lucki the daugther, and Gigi and Allison, the granddaughters. The great granddaughter, Lucki jr., was babysitting Allie Boone at home. Let me tell you, it’s a sad day when a 96 year old and 75 year old can out drink you.
I think the ‘seasoned ladies’ had to go home and sleep it off by the time we left. Poor Mumsy couldn’t hardy walk out of the restaurant. She is such a great sport. I told my Mom to get ready, when she is 96 we will be dragging her to the mall and for drinks every day- and she will be along for the ride. I can only hope she is as cool as Mumsy. I have a feeling Sassy will be up for the challenge. We will tell her we are going to New Leaf then take her for vodka tonics instead.
Britty got banged. Yep, she has been wanting them and she had some wispy pieces doing something funky- so a trip to a local ‘kids boutique salon’ and.. voila, a solution. Bangs.
And this would be the shock I was referring to. My mom made me promise her that I would not disclose what she shared, about her past, to put this look of bewilderment on my little sister’s face– but the eyes tell it all.
These are the beautiful hand-knit matching creme sweaters that the girls received from Jeanne’s sister in Florida. Beautiful!
The birds can go ice skating on their fountain.
Kens is also sporting a new cut- short bob that is stacked in back. Best cut she has had in a long time.
After church today, we drove north to the next state to ride ponies Western style.
I told my friend Andrea that B rides “eastern”– woops, it’s English. Eastern– English… whateva. Like I said, I was never into horses.
That’s little 3 year old Ruby leading K on her pony, “Cookie Monster”.
And mini Andrea.. Lilli with her 25 year old pony “Bella”. Got to love her John Deere pink boots!
Me with a gun makes the husband proud. Don’t let the fingernail polish and diamond earrings fool you. I had no idea what I was doing, and am pretty sure I will have a bruise on my shoulder from the “kick” that shotgun gave me. But it was worth it.
This boy can shoot. Wow- I see his time in the woods has paid off.
And that would be Britton pushing the remote button for the skeet thrower. Weezer has a good shot too!
And the camo jacket to prove it.
Some pretty land, they do have.
The way home from the farm was nice. Husband and I were holding hands, listening to great music on his satellite radio, 4 wheeler in the bed of his truck. He actually looks and me and says, “this has been such a fun day. I just love you.”
Even if you’re having fun, I have learned it’s best to say what a fun day it has been after you get to your destination. 5 minutes later he hears something in the back, so pulls over to check the 4 wheeler. All looks good, toy strapped in safely, so we proceed to get back onto the highway when WHAM… the middle glass window of his truck- where my little girls are sitting in their booster seats- explodes. The 4 wheeler came unhooked on one side, and flew forward busting open the middle window. Luckily, aside from the scare, no one was hurt. The girls had not one piece of glass on them as they were each sitting by the window and not in the middle- but Mr. Robinson is upset not only that the accident happened, but he is on the iPad as I type reazlizing what it costs to replace a rear window in an F150. I kindly remind him that it was an accident and a medical bill could have much worse… Whew. Boys and toys, what to do.
It’s now 9:54 pm and there are two little girls sleeping soundly in B’s new bed. They are sisters, can you tell?