I know I’ve come a long way in the internet world. For example, I can do things like … post a blog. Order books from Amazon. I google stuff all the time. I tweet, facebook, follow other blogs … the like. It seems almost impossible that it was only 11 years ago that we got this thing called internet (dial up!) in our home. I can still remember when Bill told me about a site on the internet called ebay. …
I’m back. I took a quick trip to Arkansas earlier this week and in the process of catching up with myself and needing to explain to our entire middle school my lack of technological skills, there has been no time left for the blog. My PTA “job” is to send emails, using a PTA database (is that even the right word?!?). All the school asked me to do was to send a simple email – to parents of 8th graders…
OK, so two things you don’t want to happen to you in middle school. 1. Your mom coming around much.2. Your mom embarrassing you. I did both today. And I laughed and I laughed and I laughed. Today was the day to proof the 8th grade yearbook ads at the middle school. I went up to the school office, signed in and went to the 2nd floor yearbook room. Just as I finished proofing our ad, the bell rang and…
OK, so y’all know I just kind of live with funny stuff happening. It’s kind of how I roll… But the other day, it wasn’t just me that was rolling. The girls and I stopped off at Costco to fill up with gas after a soccer game. If you remember, my people (especially Brittany) are VERY afraid of bumble bees. And bees sometimes hang out at soccer games and one apparently decided to come on home with us. We didn’t…
My mom sent me an email today about someone who got in the wrong car and then left their food in that car and …. it went on and on. It was hysterical and for a second I thought I might have been reading about something that happened to me. Cause y’all all know I’ve gotten in the wrong car before. Anyway the whole thing reminded me of another Darla story. I haven’t posted one in awhile because sometimes these…
Seeing how I’ve been talking about family camp and our 3 girls are at Kid Camp in Tyler this week, I thought it would be a good opportunity to tell you a few Darla Stories, Camp Edition. In other words…a few things I’ve done that have really embarrassed my kids. For starters, when you arrive at Family Camp or Kid Camp, the counselors are lined up and cheer as you drive in the camp. They jump up and down in…
Other than causing a scene on the airplane, looking like a convict on our Italian shopping spree, a clothes situation and a swimming pool incident, there weren’t a whole lot of Darla Stories on our Italy trip. Maybe there were and I just don’t remember. The plane situation wasn’t really my fault. I have to blame it on the movie “Marley and me”. A better title might have been “Bill, Darla and Looper.” You see, we have a golden retriever…
Really and truly I tried not to embarrass any members of my family on our Disney vacation. Things went along pretty well, all things considered, until the very last night. And I promise, I thought they said “Children, bring your parents.”Rumor has it they said, “Parents, bring your children.” And then I think they meant for you to drop them off. I missed that part. Which may explain why I was the only parent in the hula demonstration lesson/performance at…
Last week … I guess with the Swine flu scare and the flood and all … I completely forgot the weekly Darla Stories. I have been telling my 9-1-1 stories and thought perhaps I should now take you back to where it all began. You know, my earliest memory of needing emergency services. And that is not to say that I have told you all of my own personal 9-1-1 stories, but I think I have told you all I’m…
After 3 years of good times in Dallas, Bill up and decided he wanted to go to graduate school. (It was actually kind of always in the plan, but it sounded better to say “up and decided”.) He chose Vanderbilt University as the place to get his MBA and before I knew it we had rented a townhouse within walking distance of the university. It was two-story, but quite small. So small in fact that…I kid you not…once, when we…