Monday, June 25, 2018

Road Trip: Magnolia Market

We recently embarked on a journey that led us through mountains and valleys, vast terrain with no civilization for miles, and heat that could melt your dentures. Probably.
Jason had a work event in Arlington, TX. After some discussion we decided that we could turn his trip into a family road trip. So we loaded up the rental car, took a selifie and lived to tell about it.
I vowed to myself that I would make it at least 5 miles before asking for a bathroom break and I totally succeeded by at least 1/4 of a mile. So I celebrated by purchasing an energy drink. Not really on the energy drink. I think they smell like cat pee.
There is basically nothing between Colorado and Arlington, TX. Since I didn't take any pictures of said nothing, you can picture 2 fighting children in the backseat of a vehicle, one parent with headphones ignoring said children and one parent driving while simultaneously turning up the music to drown out the sound of fighting children. Done. 
Our first stop in Arlington was to this famous little burger chain called In-N-Out Burger. I'd never been to this chain before and was expecting great things!
 My own personal opinion is that Burger King and Red Robin had a baby named In-N-Out. I didn't get goosebumps or anything when I ate my food is what I'm trying to say. But I would eat there again. I'm not sending out petitions to picket the place or anything. I'll get to that place in just a bit.
 We stayed in this nice little hotel with a room that remained clean for the first 10 seconds it took me to snap this picture.
Upon arrival, Jason had to get to Cowboys stadium in order to help set up for the work event so while the boys were changing for me to take them to the pool, I attempted a video call with my sisters, who will hate me if they happen upon this post and see that I posted one of the pictures I took while on the call. 
I gave myself a crown because that's how my family rolls. 
 My boys are convinced that swimming was given to us by God as a treasure that should never be taken for granted. Sort of how I feel about chocolate. Therefore I had to call on the powers of the fire department, the police department and the FBI to come and remove them from the pool every time we needed to leave to do awful tasks such as eat.
 At one point while I was checking my activity level on my watch, I discovered that I had hit a milestone. 100,000 steps/50 miles in one week. And if you glance closely at the picture you'll see Jason's farmer's tan.
The first 2 days were spent with me and the boys at the hotel pool while Jason worked. The boys would have been content to do this very thing the entire week, but we actually planned some things.
The first outing was to the Legoland Discovery Center.
It wasn't a far drive but me and the boys took selfies in the car anyway. 
 I was very concerned when we arrived and I saw that the entrance was down an alley that was next to a dumpster and train crate.
But it turned out that I was on the back side of the center.
I think we should have had a bit more of a clue as to what we were getting ourselves into when we realized the place was located inside a shopping mall.
But we paid for our tickets and continued.  The Lego displays were super cute.
The first thing we did was hop on a ride. We sat down in the car that was on the track (Dawson and Evan in the seats in front of Jason and I) and the car took us around while we shot at various Lego villains. Toward the end of the ride, our car stopped and a lady came over a loud speaker announcing that the people in our party have to sit down or she was going to require us to get off the ride. I looked at Dawson and Evan and they weren't standing. I could see them the entire time and they never stood up nor did they try to, so I was a little flabbergasted. At the end of the ride, we got off and the lady told us she could see the boys standing on her video plain as day. I told her I thought maybe she was looking at a different car and not us and she adamantly told us it was ours. I argued some more and could see I was getting nowhere so we just left. After I stuck my gum in her hair when she wasn't looking. No I didn't do that! I wasn't chewing gum. On our way out, we saw an entrance for an interactive 3-D movie so we went in there. The movie was cute and we were squirted with water and had blizzard like freezing wind blown us, but we still liked it. 
The boys found a Lego R2D2.
Darth Maul
And I found Yoda. Wait. I mean. Yoda did I find.
There was a small section in the center with a miniature Lego site.
By this time, we had only been here about 45 minutes and had already arrived at the last ride. Jason wouldn't go on it because it spinned. This forced Dawson to ride by himself and he wasn't too happy about that.
As part of the admission, there was a splash pad outside that they had closed down (for reasons unknown to us) that we would have gone to but couldn't so that was a downer as well.We were so disappointed with the experience (especially due to the exorbitant price) that Jason actually gave me the receipt and I went and asked for our money back. The manager was very gracious and gave it back to us. So I used it to buy myself 100 Starbucks drinks.
On the way back to our hotel, the boys fell asleep. I had no idea they were even tired. I also don't understand why Evan put socks on his hands.
On Tuesday we went to Six Flags Hurricane Harbor water park
Evan has a thing now with bunny ears in pictures and I don't know where he learned it.
 The boys were most looking forward to the wave pool. If only it had stayed this empty throughout the day...
i just discovered that the following picture is the last one I took at the water park. While most people had their phones carried around their necks in these water tight phone cases that sealed, I left mine in a locker and called it a day. Can you believe I survived a whole day without a phone? Tell the world! It's really possible! 
The water park was fun and not overly crowded (except for the wave pool). If we ever go again I've made a mental note to wear water shoes though, because the concrete was burning hot. The concession stands were very slow and by the time Jason and Dawson met Evan and I at our spot with the food, Evan and I had succumbed to scrounging scraps of off the ground which caused a great amount of angst for the birds.
 On Wednesday which was our last day, we went to Magnolia Market in Waco. I've seen Fixer Upper a few times and my sister got me a subscription to Magnolia magazine for a gift a while back. Jason bought me their book The Magnolia Story last year and I felt the only thing left was to visit place in order for my following to be truly cult-like.
 I actually didn't know much about Magnolia Market. Only something about their being silos and that it was located in Texas.  But I was actually surprised that the place was so small. Basically, read that to mean "don't build a whole vacation around a trip to Magnolia Market". If you have a vacation already planned and one of the stops is Magnolia Market, then by all means go. But we ran into a group of women who had shirts made that said "Magnolia Bound") and I thought to mfyself "self, if you and your sisters take a girls trip and have shirts made, make sure they say "Cancun Bound, with a slight detour to Magnolia Market".
 It wasn't super busy when we got there. We got in a short line to purchase a treat at the baking building.
 Jason and Dawson both had cupcakes, Evan had a sugar cookie and I had a chocolate filled crescent roll. Everything was delicious! Just outside of the baking building and beside the market is an area with picnic tables where we sat and ate. This area is surrounded by food trucks, and in the middle is an open space with turf where kids and families can set out games such as corn hole to play.

 Finally we went into the market.
I told my sisters I would Video call them again when I got to the market so that they could glean all the ideas they need in order to copy them for their houses.
Upon entering, you could buy a bag for $58 to put your items in. This told me that I would probably leave without a purchase unless it was the stem of a flower that was on sale.
I really wanted to buy one of these white magnolia mugs. But after much deliberation, I decided that eventually someone would visit, buy a mug as a "I visited here and you didn't so here's your gift from there" present and then the receiver would donate the new mug which would end up at my Goodwill Outlet where I would get it for 50 cents. Thank you giver and receiver.
I found the sale table.
I loved this desk. I also contemplated the legal changing of our last name to something beginning with the letter X in order to hang one on a wall in our home.
 Love these signs.
The boys ditched the shopping in no time. Apparently they have no eye for cotton on display in rustic charm. 
So we loaded onto the free trolley which took us downtown to explore.
Jason had read about a shopping place called Spice Village.
This place is definitely worth the trip downtown. This is the entrance:
 Even the restroom is cute!
 I nearly bought this sign:
I took a picture of these light fixtures for my sister K because I knew she would love them
 And I'm asking for someone to buy me this sign for Christmas:
On our walk back to the trolley stop, we were searching for a candy store and we came across an old movie theater called The Hippodrome.
We stopped inside to see what was playing and they had Han Solo showing for $5.00 per ticket! We also found out that it was a dinner theater. I've never been to a theater where you could eat and watch a movie that wasn't at my home. So I was in.
We had the entire theater to ourselves. A kind lady brought us a menu.
The movie started while we were deciding on our order and I thought it would be cool to get a picture of the title shot of the movie, which didn't work out and Dawson yelled at me because I used the flash and he was embarrassed.
We ordered pretzels and popcorn. I missed the first half of the movie because I was so taken with the fact that we got to order food that I practically memorized the menu.
We have to actually rent the movie when it comes out so that way I can watch it with subtitles because that's how I operate.
After the movie we walked to the candy store where I had the genius idea of buying chocolate covered cinnamon bears which melted instantly the moment we left the building. We realized how close we were to Magnolia from there and walked back to our car, which afforded me the opportunity to take a rare photo of the backside of Magnolia Market. You're welcome.
And that is the story of exciting adventures in Texas where it's so hot you have to an air conditioner for your air conditioner.
The End.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Buen Dia

On Friday I volunteered to help out at an event for Dawson's Spanish class. As I was waiting by his teacher's classroom to receive my assignment, I was surprised to see a kid walk right by me with a sombrero on his head. Turns out the kid was my son.
Jason was out of town on a business trip so Evan had to tag along with me for the event, which meant I had to put him to work in order to avoid all manner of whining along the lines of "I'm booooooooored".
I got assigned to help out in the art room where student's would be learning about and creating "Ojo de Dios" or "God's". It's a craft made with yarn. This is the picture of Dawson's final project, though he told me he grew impatient with the teacher's instruction because it wasn't making any sense so he just did his own thing.
The lead teacher tried showing me how to make one so that I could help teach the students. I couldn't grasp the concept so I volunteered to have the students come to me when they were finished so that I could use the glue gun to glue down the leftover yarn piece. I'm so helpful. 
I told Evan it would be great if he could pass out the craft sticks and then make sure all of the yarn was straightened out on the table. He took over like a boss.
One of the stations the student's went to was a taco truck sitting at the entrance to the school. Evan and I went out to the taco truck to place an order and one of the students shared her sombrero with Evan. 
Evan and Dawson apparently have a similar gene that encourages them to pose immediately if there's a sombrero on their head.
I tool 3 pictures because to tell the truth, it was so bright outside that the screen on my phone was too dark to see whether or not I was actually taking a picture so I kept pushing the button and hoping for the best.
Dawson thought having him mom at his beck and call was something to be admired and asked me to please go get him a coke at the taco truck so I did because I love him and all that crap. So he sat and sipped his Coke during the class God's eye presentation which enabled his lack of knowledge when it was his turn to create said masterpiece.
It took him 100 years to pick out the colors he wanted for this project. Finally I told him the apocalypse was drawing near and if he didn't have a replica of God's eye to wield at Zombies his death was imminent. 
Evan wandered over and made himself at home at Dawson's table.
I was endeared by the brotherly love Dawson showed Evan, while chatting away with him, not realizing I noticed or was taking pictures. Now that I have evidence that it can be done, you better believe I'll be using this picture at home during their hourly confrontations to remind them that they love each other.
One of the parents in the room had the brilliant idea to take a class picture. Yeah, the parent wasn't me. By the time I tuned in, the class had already dispersed.
The classroom across from this one had a face painting station. Evan asked if he could have his face painted like Dawson's. When I asked him what he wanted, he explained he wanted the "shaky things", which I realized meant maracas. I know. Come to me for all your interpretive needs.
By the time he was halfway through is Coke, he was coming alive.
Of course this was just in time for us to head home. 
I asked Dawson to let me get a picture of the maracas on his cheek for memories sake.
But when you have beautiful mountains lingering just outside your car window, I understand if you can't focus on the task at hand. Like driving.
We were at a stoplight by the way. I don't want people contacting telling me I endanger my children's lives because I take pictures of cheeky maracas while driving. I probably won't ever use that same sentence ever again. 
Thank you all for joining me on this volunteer day. 
May the Ojo de Dios be with you.

Friday, April 13, 2018

They Woke HIM Up

When He got into the boat, His disciples followed Him. 24 And suddenly a violent storm arose on the sea, so that the boat was being covered by the waves; but Jesus was sleeping. 25 And the disciples went and woke Him, saying, “Lord, save us, we are going to die!” 26 He said to them, “Why are you afraid, you men of little faith?” Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was [at once] a great andwonderful calm [a perfect peacefulness]. 27 The men wondered in amazement, saying, “What kind of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?”
Matthew 8:23-27

I've  immersed myself in a bible study by Beth Moore entitled "The Quest" which has me ruminating a bit on the humanity of Jesus.
In particular I'm wondering if Jesus ever had bed head.
To be clear, I'm not asking if he ever had a hair out of place that was blown about by the wind, (like the times I ask for a fan when I'm having my picture taken). 
No. I'm referring to "just woke up haven't had coffee don't even remember I have hair" moments. Like this:
This was me the day after my 40th birthday. I know. I totally look 39.  (You can read all about my 40th birthday here). Surely if Jesus had bad hair days He can understand why I've written nearly 100 million different blog posts needing opinions about my hair cut, style and color. Leads me to believe that He can relate enough for me to actually interpret "Come to me all you who are weary and I will give your hair rest."
What I really want to know though, is, how did Jesus wake up?
 The disciples woke GOD up!
The God who might have bed head slept.
I think maybe preschoolers should focus on that verse for a bit a memorizing.
Jesus wept. Jesus slept.
Slept looks weird all typed out now. 
Did the disciples just yell and yell in a frantic fury of fear to get Jesus up, or did they shake him? 
Did He sit straight up? Did His eyes pop open and scan the surroundings? If He was a side sleeper He had to roll over and sit up.
Make no mistake.
If you are in a violent (very strong destructive force) storm with waves crashing in on you and you are being thrown about in a boat ... you have to yell in order to be heard. If there's someone in the same boat with you. Literally. I guess my imagination is equally intrigued at the thought of frantic screaming disciples as it is with Jesus sleeping. Did Jesus dream in black & white or in color? I'm glad I got that question out there before I forgot, because I'm hoping Jesus answers all these questions one day when He's reading my blog.

Just a few hours before this storm caught the men by surprise, Jesus had spoken a sentence that healed a leper who wasn't even in his vicinity. Soon after, He simply touched the hand of Peter's mom-in-law and her fever vanished. 
All that healing would make me tired too. Probably.

I understand the desperation that sent the disciples scrambling to rouse a sleeping hero even though they'd just observed several supernatural events in rapid succession. It wasn't their miracle, you see. They needed to partake in a miracle of their own.
God met me in a supernatural way when my sister died
But that didn't stop me from screaming for Him when my dad got sick or when my dad died.

If you find yourself in a situation that leaves you feeling like you need to scream to be heard, just remember...
Jesus is in the boat with you, and the audacity of waking Him up was already left to a few men who've been there, done that.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

The Volunteer

On Tuesday's I volunteer for Evan's class in the library. I've also volunteered in Dawson's classes in one capacity or another, but I guess I didn't have the wherewithal to take pictures of me in my volunteer superhero costume. If you'll look at the picture of my shoes, you'll notice that they nurse's shoes and that has nothing to do at all with volunteering. I just want everyone to know that I recently bought comfortable shoes.
I told the class to please pay attention to the librarian. Clearly, Evan listens to me even while at school.
I'm guessing it's safe to post that picture on the internet because the students are looking ahead and not at the camera. But just in case, I went to great pains to adjust the next photo of all the students looking at the camera so that I can't be held liable in a court of law.
I do think the "Elmo drew a picture of my class" effect is pretty clever.
Volunteering in the library is way better than signing up to grade papers. 
Except when a student raises their hand and stares at you intently and just as you're asking them what they need they pee on the rug. 
In those instances I'd choose to grade papers. But only if the papers weren't riddled with mathematical problems.
 Speaking of rugs. This rug could only be better if it was a different color with a different design. But it's not like it's in my unfinished basement. I suppose it's suitable for a library.

Here's me proving that I'm there to keep the peace.
 Today's book reading brought to us by the librarian was a very humorous book entitled "Ragweed's Farmdog Handbook". When the books are funny and interesting like that one was, I'm totally capable of focusing. Otherwise, I tend to internally wish one of the students would create drama so that I can shush them or utilize my volunteering role with bossiness to pass the time a bit quicker.
After story time, the librarian reads through all of the names of the students and lets them know who still has books checked out and therefore are unable to check out books on this day. If I were a library villain, rather than a volunteer superhero, I'd make it my aim to render all library books delinquent.
It reminds of the days when I worked in an elementary library right after I graduated from college. I was probably the most exciting non-librarian to ever to grace the inside of a  library. But that has nothing to do with children and delinquent library books.

Evan has two types of books he checks out every.single.Tuesday.
1. Lego City
2. Star Wars
Here he is rummaging through the Star Wars books looking for a book he's most likely brought home before but doesn't remember. I always steer students clear of of the "Magic Eye" books because the only way I can see the pictures in those books is to cross my eyes and all children know that if you cross your eyes for too long they stay that way.
 Eventually he gets in line to check out his book. These children are not the best as the art of a straight line. But every now and then I subdue my volunteer powers and allow such things to be overlooked. It's during this time that all students who brought a quarter with them are able to purchase a scratch and sniff bookmark. Evan has brought home one that smells like candy canes and one that smells like pancakes. I do not encourage any student to purchase the "eggs and bacon" bookmark. It smells like flatulence.
 I left the kids to their own demise and asked Evan to please take a "your mom volunteers at the library on Tuesday's" selfie with me. 
I took a moment to explain that he needed to look at the camera and tried again.
 In case you were wondering, today I wore "Mauved" lipstick to the library. I noticed an increase in my volunteerism with it on.
That was the last photo I took in the library today.
But in a few weeks I'm volunteering for Dawson's Spanish class and they are bringing in a taco truck! Can you imagine the Nacho Libre eagle powers I'll possess as a volunteer on that day? 
All for the Lord's Chips.