Party on, Wayne.
So I had a VERY exciting week and weekend which was unfortunately cut short because I had to go to work on Monday morning. DANGIT.
The fabulosity (that's a word, no? No? It is now.) started Tuesday when I got a call from my friend Rachel Samulski. She told me her mother, who rents property in the area, had gone to check out a house that still had 'stuff' in it. Well, the 'stuff' turned out to be 'good stuff' and Rachel asked me to come over to pick up some clothes she found in my size. Take a peeky-poo:
beep! beep! beep! mother lode, incoming!
The house had been rented by three college girls, so all of the girls wore hootchie mama clothes but golly gee! Who doesn't want/need hootchie mama gear every once in a while! So I loaded up. I will never have to buy clothes again. Shout out, Bootie and the Hootchies!
On Saturday morning, Mr. Smith and I loaded up and headed to the thriving metropolis of Winchester, Tenn. to visit with the Smith cousins from the thriving metropolis of Santa Rosa, Calif. They weren't in until late on Saturday night so I lost no time upon arrival and headed out to The Winchester Hot Spot:
hammer's, ladies and gents... there's my adorable sister-in-law, Teddy Anne! (if you ever see me wearing that dress she's got on, don't tell teddy because i will have stolen it from her... shhhh!!! i have a master plan in the works.)
After, we went to the lake and hung out, and Tommy tubed with our neffy-poo, Hampton but alas, I DID NOT BRING A CAMERA. Rookie blogger mistake; apologies. It will not happen again. It was totes cute though. I taught Hampton the skier "cut" hand signal (slash across the throat) when you're ready for the boat to stop but did not take into the fact that Hampton SAT in the tube with Tommy essentially lying on top of him. I um... never saw him give the drop signal. Fortunately, Tommy was a good purveyor of the message.
We went home after and Suzy Smith fixed us a love-er-ly supper, as per usual. (Mother Smith is an excellent cook. When we got hitched, Tommy was having none of my Hamburger Helper and I've tried my durndest to become better, but it's uphill compared to Suzy. What I got from my mother was my good looks, intellect, comely figure and modesty.)
apple pie, my all-time fave
Then, baby Dalton decided we were all far too ratty to be allowed and decided to coif us with a pine cone. Seriously, can I make this up?
pine cone, incoming!!
papa tom, you're gross
auntie lexie, i think your part should be HERE
uncle tommy, your hair is fine, but golly, you sure have a lot of it!
meeezz smmeeeth, allow meeee to tame zee currrlllzz
the boys both had fudgeickles, in case you didn't notice
Next we had a Scooter Party. This shindig was so off the hizzook, it had flyers:
luckily, i got this shot in the midst of the action of the scooter party
hampton shows us how it's done
lexie gives the scooter a whirl
tommy gets down and dirty! just like the south!
i scooter around, just like a lady should (in garbage bag attire, i'll have you know)
Next, OH BOY!! The Matt Smiths arrived!!!
Matt and Carrie plus entourage come to Tennessee every other year or so for a visit. We are long over due one to them - case in point: the last time in saw them in California was for their wedding and now they have children, both about to drive cars and stuff. We GOT to get out there!
OH BOY! Theeeerreeee they areee!!! Matt and Carrie Smiiiiiith! (to the tune of 'there she is, miss america')
i made the children, dax and dahlia, microwave re-heated mac and cheese and watermelon.... i'm an excellent cook!
Someone should warn you when you live in East Coast time and you get late night guests from West Coast time. This is what happens:
boogity boogity boogity! wanna play a game? go outside? fishing? paint toenails? eat more ice cream? i got a dog! he sings! wanna sing? i think she was fueled by all the watermelon and mac mac.
but not all was craziness! i got the love note of all love notes - siiiiigghh!!! childrens after my own heart. i think i was accidentally born a child the 60s. peace, punch, captain crunch!
the smith cousins make it real
Next. Papa Tom conveyed on me the Honored Tradition. The Making of the Popcorn.
seriously, once i was asked what i was passionate about for a newspaper article. i literally, no joke, said my passion was popcorn. and papa tom makes some mean popcorn.
making the magic happen
self photo! isn't my father-in-law the cutest EVER? ha ha, you can see my fillings! oh i don't have any... but you could if i did!
Next, a word to the wise...
this is what happens when scooter parties go awry... 'shiners!!!
By the by, I've seen the Harper boys both two weekends in a row, and both weekends one of them has had a 'shiner. This cements my platitude as a non-parent, I know, but I think that's kinda cool.
The next day we had a fun pool party, but I had to cut it short and go home and go to dumb ole work! Actually, I didn't mind so much because I have a fabulous job that God must have created for me on the 8th day because it's perfect for me. LOVE IT!
Lastly, I leave you with:
tonight's happy hour in the b.c.
Tonight was the welcome BBQ for the Leadership Blount Class off 2010. I didn't go to the party, but the happy hour previous to it. (Come on, there was a thunderstorm and the party was OUTSIDE!) I had so much fun in LB 2009 and made like a zillion friends so I'm really excited for them, and more excited for myself because I get to make up some classes with them that I missed due to FNJ! (Fancy New Job) Whee!! Can't wait!
And LASTLY, lastly - I have come clean re: popcorn obsession, but here's a more random interest:
buttons
I have no idea who where what why or how, but i just adore buttons. My friend Amanda's grandmother passed about a year ago and recently i was snooping in her (Amanda's, not poor granny's) house and found these beautiful jars of buttons. Seriously, aren't they pretty? She has JARS OF BUTTONS. Amanda tried to give them to me, but I would never take charge of such precious cargo. Unless it was for something special. Like a wedding dress!!
I seriously love buttons. If you see one on the floor and pick it up and put it in your pocket and give it to me the next time we meet, I swear, my reaction literally will be "ooooh!!!! button!!!"
Ok, I'm going to go play with my buttons now.... party on, Garth!
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