Warm Fuzzies

Apparently absence makes the heart grow fonder. The Boy and I stayed in South Carolina until Wednesday as The Man didn't want me driving home during the evening hours. A woman driving alone after dark, plus the fact that the stupid check engine light had come on during my stay meant waiting until I knew I would have all daylight hours to travel.



I appreciate the kinds words of those who left a comment on the previous post. The service was so far the sweetest one I've ever had the honor of attending. Both pastors got choked up recalling fond memories and the songs were fitting to the lady and the occasion. I'm so glad I went.



As I drove up in front of our home, I was greeted with the site of both Paige and Fred racing out to meet us. I found out a few minutes later that Paige had "Called dibs on Mama" and Fred was making her work for it. You would have thought we had been gone three years instead of three days. I have to admit, even though going home for this funeral was what I needed to do....I now feel incomplete when I'm not with my full family unit. Now I'm not saying I'd turn down a free vacation for two to some exotic island. There are exceptions to every rule, my friends.



I learned a couple things while away. My son will have to potty every 50 miles. There is no way around this. His bladder is the size of a peanut. It's gotta be. On the way back to Georgia, I pulled off of an exit in the middle of nowhere as he was insisting he had to go BAD. I got him out of his car seat and told him to pee on the ground in front of the van. He looked at the ground, then up at me. He grinned and said, "On the rocks?" Yep, Son, on the rocks. This was way cool for him. After that five minute pit stop, he insisted every couple of miles that he needed to "pee on the rocks".



As the van dies a slow death, Fred and I have been researching new vehicles. We teeter between an SUV and another mini-van. Honestly? I don't care as long as it has a built in DVD player, three rows, and plenty of cup holders. But, HE has to research something to the very smallest detail. You thought researching cell phones was bad? Have you any idea how many SUV's and mini-vans there are out there? Holy smokes. I informed him while I was gone that it was time for action. Mama needs a newer more reliable vehicle. Preferably in silver. As I have travelled up and down I-95 quite a few times since Thanksgiving, I have taken the time to do a little window shopping as I drive. Yesterday as I drove home, another vehicle caught my eye as it flew past me. I called Fred to tell him to add that one into our research. Find out what he could about it. Who knows what we'll end up with. Soon. As in in the next couple of weeks. Before we drive back to S.C.



Oh. One more thing. For all ....uh......Northern drivers? When I am going 77 m.p.h. in a 70 zone? In the left lane? With the right lane full? I feel that I am sufficiently going fast enough. You coming up on my butt flashing your lights for me to get out of your way is going to have the opposite effect. I will not move. I might even slow down a tad. Once you hit North Carolina? Slow the heck down. You got a head full of white hair old man. I'm figuring you're around retirement age. Slow down a little. Look at the scenery. I can see your blood pressure rising every time I glance in my rear view mirror. Fact of the matter is this: People, when you are in the South, slow down a little bit. You can get in all the hurry you want, but we're still not gonna get out of the way.

When this guy finally had a chance to whip around me in a huff? He had New York tags. 'Nuff said.

I'll leave you with that. Before those of you outside the circle get all upset, I'm not insulting you. I'm just making a statement or two.