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.................................................................................okay, I guess I've left you in suspense long enough....Not only am I married to a hillbilly (yes, he will agree to that statement), but I am going to a nascar race this weekend.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Me, little ole' Autumn, is going to a Nascar race.  I know nothing of this sort of stuff.  I am totally going out of my comfort zone that is for sure.  I have no idea what I have gotten myself into, but my husband goes every year and has for years.  Well, this year he thought that it would be a great birthday present for CX, to take him.  I thought that that meant the boys bonding....but I was mistaken.  I am sure that I will have fun and will have a memory to last me a lifetime, but I am so nervous about going.  Am I flipping insane?!!?  I don't even know any of the drivers names, at least when it comes to baseball I know the athletes names....especially Matt Holliday, Yadier Molina and Chris Carpenter.  But racing, I don't really understand....I know that there isn't much to understand besides they race laps around a track, but other than that, I know zippo!!!  But my baby boy, Yes, I can still get away with calling him that (I am his mother!), really enjoys watching it and is excited to go, so I will step out of my security area and take a leap with my husband and CX.  Lil' Sis is staying with my MIL while we are going so she will be spoiled rotten while we are gone, but that is alright.  They need a little one on one time with their grandparents every now and then.  So....that is what is on my mind right now, at 1:30 in the morning.....hopefully I can sleep on the drive tomorrow, better remember to bring my ear buds for the drive.  I'll keep you posted.

Also, we had a few birthdays these past few weeks.  I am going to post on those, just been really busy and now am leaving for the weekend.  I know, excuses, excuses! 

Wish me luck!

4th of July

Well, it is better late than never I always say.  I just wanted to post a little thing about our 4th this year.  We always go to the lake with our friends, Ivan and Aimus and their family.  This year was no different.  Even though Aimus had her surgery and such, she is recovering very well and was in really good spirits.  They have the cutest little cabin down there and a nice camper that we usually divide up into, the kiddos in the camper and the adults in the cabin.  The kids don't seem to mind, I actually think they kind of enjoy being in their own little place. 

So, it was the normal things that you do when you are at the lake.  You fish, you swim, you sunburn, you eat, you let your husband throw you off of a jet ski (that's for you, dear!), and you just  relax and have a good time.  That is what the agenda was for the weekend.  Then Sunday, the 4th, comes.  Fireworks are top priority in this family on this holiday of holidays.  We always enjoy letting the kiddos light snakes and sparklers and they love the snap pops. 

The festivities are going pretty well, we have lots of family and friends down for the show and the food.  We always go all out on food too, and next year, I promise I will remember the "Butt Rub".  (Inside story)  Well, we decided to light this one multiple shot big guy and the first two shots didn't go very high in the air, barely making the tree tops.  Then the next thing I know, there goes one right next to some of the guests and close to the firework table.  (Which by the way, is very, very far away from the festivities!)  I turn and think, oh goodness, Lil' Sis and Grandma are going to get it and then I hear my son screaming bloody murder.  No, I am not exaggerating!  I thought it was just because he was scared because of the chaos, but oh, no.  I couldn't be further from the truth. 

He actually got hit by a mortar and it blew up on him.  How you ask, well, apparently I am a bad parent and all the other adults there are bad people as well.  NOOOOO!  CX was standing behind my dear and Ivan, who neither one of these boys are tiny and somehow it just hit him right.  Unfortunately!  Poor little guy!

Here's his shirt from that night.   I had no idea how badly he got hit until we got him into the cabin and into light.  Then I saw the shirt.  Goodness gracious!  I ripped the shirt off and my jaw dropped.  My baby had just been target practice for a malfunctioning firework. 

I am glad to report that he is doing very well.  We didn't have to take him into the hospital, my momma is an RN so got her on the phone (which was a miracle, no cell reception normally) and sent pics of the burn to her.  She walked us thru until we got home.   Thank goodness for mommas.  We never seem to outgrow needing them, do we?! 

CX is now bummed about the things he can and can't do for the rest of summer break, but at least he isn't in the hospital.  But, no swimming, no dirty play, and no baseball.  We just can't take the chance of getting something into that fresh burn.  It was so bad that it burned almost into the muscle tissue, thank goodness that it was only an inch in size!  Just means that momma has to come up with some pretty exciting things to do until school starts.  Wish me luck!