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#maclaygirlsweekend

Nothing says cool like a good #hashtag. So I am told.

A little distracted this week, but here are some photos from our annual high school girls weekend that was happening one week ago tonight. Although we can’t be certain on the number of years, we believe this was the 9th annual high school girls weekend get together.  The first took at St. George Island. Britton was the only baby and was about 2 years old (she turned 11 this month).   You know, back in the day when you couldn’t stand the thought of leaving your beloved child for more than 12 hours.

 

Fast forward and we now have roughly 12 children and 12 dogs between us.  Gladly, we shed our ever increasing responsability for one weekend a year to come together and celebrate our long lasting, ever strong friendships.

Once again, I am thankful that neither Facebook, Twitter, texting or Instagram was around when we were in school.

Case in point.

 

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This year, friends came with door prizes (Christmas in July).

 

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A surprise senior video turned DVD compliments of Shea (and Mrs. Arden!)  Wish someone had told us, back then, that we weren’t as cool as we thought we were.

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Thank you Danya!

 

It was the usual suspects  acting out again this year.

Danya (aka the bachelorette) pretending still can still take shots (clearly, that ship has sailed).

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Us trying to get a decent group photo using a self -time on the hood of a mid-size SUV (no one ever wants to be on the end.  Why is that?).

 

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Game night (purchase the app ‘Heads Up!‘ for immediate entertainment for the whole family!)  As you can see, it’s wild times.  Maybe this explains why everyone was bright eyed and bushy tailed at 6:00 am every morning.

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I mean we are seriously wild. Watch out.

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So there you go. The inside scoop on our Moms go Wild high school girls weekend.  Don’t say I never share anything exciting on this ol’ blog!

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Hello from Memorial Sloan-Kettering

The following is an update provided on Spider’s Caring Bridge. Updates will be posted on that site which can be followed and found here.

 

Hello– this is Garrett Robinson. Mom and Gayle (also known as the “wife” and “the girlfriend”) have asked me to provide a quick update that can shared as they are still at the hospital in NYC with Spider having tests run. 

Here is what we know so far. They flew into NYC Wednesday morning and spent 10 hours at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center yesterday with Spider. He wore his blazer to the hospital, which I think is awesome and so Spider. They spent the entire day (10 hours and 6 miles- according to Gayle’s Fitbit) running many test on Spider. They didn’t leave until close to 9 pm and went straight for food since no one had eaten all day.

They don’t have a lot of medical information to provide at this point because they still have several hours of testing to complete this afternoon (one of which does not begin until 4 pm EST). Once they complete that testing, the doctors will meet with Spider, Gayle (wife) and Prissy (girlfriend) to provide a complete and thorough summary of findings, treatment plan, and long-term plan to beat this. The plan is to get the readings from today’s testing this afternoon.

Like the ol’ saying goes- slow and steady wins the race and we all know Spider is slow and steady.

Mom, who thinks she is a doctor (but no one has the heart to tell her she isn’t) keeps saying again and again that MSK is just amazing. “On a scale of 1 to 10, it’s a 20″ Mom says. Every doctor gives them a card with their cell phone number. Lord help those doctors if when Gayle and Prissy start calling them.

Spider is doing great- and everyone loves him (of course). He has not been complaining, has energy and is getting treated by not just the most talented physicians but the kindest souls around.  Prissy asked me to reiterate this- so there you go. Nice, nice, amazing, amazing.

It’s nothing short of a miracle that they were able to get to where they are now in they time frame that they have. Without the help of Kristin Herman, Gayle and Spider would not have been able to get into MSK as quickly as they did, if at all. For those of you who have not yet met Kristin- she and her husband, Lance Ramer, just moved to Tallahassee from NYC. Kristin works in the Office of Clinical Research at MSK, and her husband is the Maclay Middle School Dean and Football Coach (go Marauders!) which is how I met them. We cannot thank her enough for going above and beyond for strangers.  She is an absolute angel talking with Gayle and Spider last Saturday, helping to coordinate everything from doctor visits to records she needed, hotels, and more. Truly, she is an angel and will likely never know how much we appreciate all of her help, patience, instruction, and time. Thank you, Kristin!

Gayle and P say we should all be grateful to have such a place in the US. MSK building is 14 stories high and goes on for blocks and blocks. Everyone there is battling cancer and we are so fortunate to have healthcare access.

I was also told to keep it funny– so I can tell you that while Mom and Gayle were beat down when we Face-Time’s (is that a word?) last night at 7 pm but they both had on cute outfits, awesome eyelashes and Gayle was wearing her silver ‘Queen Bee’ pendant. Between Spider’s dapper dress and these two, there is no doubt that they are surely the best dressed couple (plus girlfriend) in all of MSK.

Gayle will provide another update when they have more information.

 

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The girlfriend…

 

wife. Now we all know one another.

And the wife. Now we all know one another.

Happy Birthday, Whit

It was the never-ending birthday party that I believe lasted a total of 8 days, although Raynes might argue it went even longer than that. Big Whit finally turned four, though he still could pass for a 5 year old.  Happy Birthday, Whit! A party at a group fitness gym, Kaos, is the perfect Whitty J par-tay!

 

We are into our summer mode, with 3 kids at 3 different for the majority of the summer. Tomorrow I head off for my annual #MaclayGirlsWeekend trip where I meet up with middle (and elementary) friends for a weekend of immaturity, eating, sleeping and chatting. It’s one of my favorite trips that I look forward to every year, the 785 group text that we sent one another throughout the day only help to build up the anticipation.

 

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Happy Birthday, Whit!

 

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Appropriately, on the first week of Fall we felt some Fall weather. I love it when a plan comes together.  Before they even walked inside the house yesterday backpacks were dropped on the garage floor in exchange for bicycles and riding toys.  And who could blame them?  Us Southerners know when to take advantage of some good weather- we’re wise like that.

 

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Kenley has settled into third grade and has resumed tennis lessons making her weeks full of play, homework, tennis and lots of free time.  Maybe she should help her Sassy write her screenplay for the book, Far Outside the Ordinary.

(More detail to follow….)

 

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Raynes has a third birthday coming up- and Mama has yet to find a way to incorporate tractors in a safe (and attainable) way.  Poor guy- he may end up with a birthday party consisting of two older sisters and two barking dogs.  And that’s okay too.

 

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‘Doughnuts for Dads’ was last week and can I just say, Kenley has her faux smile down pat!

 

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I surprised Mr. R with a FitBit yesterday so he can feel the addiction (and so I can blow him away with my ‘steps’!)

 

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It started with the Fitbit…

It started with the Fitbit. I lost it.

Technically, the word missing is more like it. The electronic pedometer is somewhere in my house, I just don’t know where.  I went on a long walk yesterday afternoon (6,000 steps to be exact) and it It fell off my wrist last night as I was running around chasing a 2,3, and 4 year old.  Which is fine, because I woke up with terrible chin splints this morning.

 

Maybe I am getting ahead of myself.  Let me back up a bit.

 

Changes.

We’ve had some news and exciting changes in our family earlier  this month.  I’ve accepted a short term, full time position which has me working outside the home for the first time in 9 years (my black ‘work’ pants from 2005 had enough dust on them to warrant a permanent relocation at the Goodwill). It was an opportunity that I knew was perfect for me and our family and couldn’t be more thrilled (and grateful) for this time. It happened rather quickly but we’ve managed to find childcare coverage for three kids, with short notice, smack dab in the middle of the summer.

 

Miracles never seize.

 

So there’s that.  Then throw in my missing fit bit (I’m telling you this has me so upset- not being able to track my lack of sleep patterns and daily mileage), and chin splits, and it’s still a pretty good Monday. (okay, the truth is I am competitive at heart and can’t stand the thought of my #maclaygirlsweekend friends surpassing me.)

 

Okay, where was I? Oh, so I am sitting at my new desk today, fitbit-less, when my sweet friend Gannon who has volunteered to pick up my children from their respective camps, calls and says, “I’ll take them swimming too so you can have some time to yourself this afternoon.”

 

Time to myself?

Magic to my ears.

 

I worked a little late because I wasn’t quite sure where I would go for 90 minutes footloose and fancy free.  Then I started dreaming thinking of Homegoods so I packed my bags, shut my office door (which locks automatically), and walked skipped out to my car.  Only I didn’t make it halfway to my car before realizing that  while I had packed my bags, only one was on my shoulder.  My purse with my car keys was inside my office. Which meant my office keys were also inside my office.  No car, no purse, no office keys.  Not going no where.

 

Responsible new employee, that’s me.

 

So now I am standing in an almost empty parking lot, most everyone has gone home, without a purse, car keys, wallet or office keys.

 

I called my mom and asked her to come pick me up. Thank goodness for Mom’s that never stop carpooling their 37 year old children.

 

She drove me home and I used her keys to get inside my house, only to realize I can’t find my spare keys to my car.

So tonight, as I sit here typing this too long of a post, I am without car keys. But that’s okay because my car is still sitting in the same parking lot space it has been in since 1:00 pm this afternoon.  Which works too because even if I did have the car keys, to drive the car to my office, I couldn’t get in because I have no office keys to my office door.

 

I am so looking forward to tomorrow morning. Mr. Robinson has the ultimate carpool route!

 

Okay, enough of my blabbing and onto something a little more visually stimulating.

 

If you need a cute gift (or one for yourself) my friend Darby made this hat for Britton. Trucker hats are the hats to have now. Especially with this 111 degree Florida heat!

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Who, incidentally, is still cooking up a storm. And thankfully so.

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These buttered rosemary rolls are heaven in a skillet. Try them, you will thank me later.

 

 

And finally, I snapped a lot of photos at the (small) Kuersteiner reunion last Wednesday but this one is my favorite.

 

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Whit looks like he is single and ready to mingle.

So there you have. That’s all I got for ya.  I can’t take it anymore, time to search some more for that darn fitbit.