Happenings around the Edge

Last night promised to be eventful. We were under tornado watches until 2 a.m. Fred made the girls sleep on our side just in case things got hairy. He's a good daddy. Paige might not believe it, but that man loves her like she's his own. Hopefully, one day.......

Makenna, on the other hand, is confident of his love. Heck, she's just plain confident. She informed Fred yesterday he was lucky to have her as a daughter. Something about having looks, brains, etc etc. I informed him it was time to start his own blog and share with the world.

Lu is coming to see me!!! I'm so excited. She and the twins are coming for the weekend and I can't wait for her to get here. She's about the only one who will make the drive down here to visit. Everyone else? Expects us to drive back to South Carolina all the time. ~sigh~ I finally have a large home and I live in a town with good stuff to see and do...with a HUGE city right down the interstate a short ways....and no one wants to sacrifice drive time to come see us. Lucky me. I just happen to have a father and brother who are home bodies. Those two hate to disrupt their routines with a passion! My Mom and Sis-in-Law? They'd come in a heartbeat, but hate to leave those men behind. Bro? I'm so shooting you the bird right now!

My decorating instincts are kicking in, people. I'm so proud of some of the stuff I've done around the house lately. I'm becoming more and more like my mom every day. She can cook AND decorate. Think of the money she could make on the cooking channels AND decorating shows. Dang.

Oh. Vitt is probably going to be moving to live with his Poppies. Fred's dad is a morning person. Vitt skips naps and goes to bed at 6:30 ...only to wake up around 4:30 a.m. informing his Dad he needs milk. It's killing us. Fred's dad is up for no good reason around 5 a.m. and goes to bed early. I think he and Vitt will get along just fine.

Hope all of you have a good weekend out in Internet Land.

Edited to Add:
I got my hair done. Yes! I am where I'm supposed to be now. I lovingly called my hair-do (that the cute little stylist who is 23 and smaller than my thumb did) ROCKSTAR HAIR. Paige liked it if that's any indication. I don't hardly care how she fixed it (because I would never be able to copy it on my own), I just feel blonde again. Thank you, Lord, for hair color. I'm scared to wash it, though, in case this hard water decides to make it some funky color that will scare small children and make dogs run away in fear.