Sleepy snaps, bad air travel and cupcakes

The other day I began the exasperating process of uploading lots of photos from our Texas trip. For some reason this has started happening recently. Once I upload my pictures to blogspot and then I add them to my post, they are totally out of order. It's like a fruit basket turnover. It's so frustrating!! 

I was going to be so ahead and efficient and then I just wasn't. So I stopped and now I'm behind the 8 ball and I don't have enough time to document our trip. Woe is me. I'll get to it, eventually, but not this week. So what I'm doing instead is posting some older snaps as a way to have a post this week.

I don't really have anything to report, since we've been home it's been pretty quiet around here. Tomorrow Owen will be home for the first time in a month. I'm looking forward to having him here, if only for the weekend. I'm very aware that my peeps are scattered all across the country and it's less than my favorite thing. 

I have two quick stories and then straight to the pics. 

The other day I was gonna run to Gmaw's to see Blake for a few minutes and as I was just about to leave I looked over and saw two things that needed to be put in our outside shed. I grabbed them up, walked out the back door and closed it behind me. It was IMMEDIATELY that I realized the door was locked, you have to turn the lock to make sure it's open, and I had no keys and no phone. I was screwed. I knew all the windows were locked, so I went to make sure the carport door was locked. It was. 

Milo the jerk cat was desperate to get in so he was bugging the mess out of me. Meowing like a crazy fool jerk. It was just after 2 in the afternoon and the day before Olivia had gotten home at 2:30, so I decided to wait to see if she came home soon. I hung out in the carport, which is a cluttered mess and caused me to want to pop John upside the head. I wandered the front yard looking at things that needed to be fixed. I was annoyed. After some amount of time, I don't know how long because I had no clocks on me, I decided to walk next door to my neighbor's house and ask to use the phone.

She has an outside glass door and an inside door. She happily let me in and I thought I closed the glass door...this matters in a minute. I called Melanie and thankfully she was nearby and said she'd come let me in. After I hung up I talked to my neighbor for a few minutes and as we were chatting she looked behind me and saw that Milo had opened the outside glass door and let himself in her house. Came right in and walked over to me like it was nothing. She laughed and said something about him coming for breakfast every morning. I know she has no cats. So I asked her if she was buying cat food to feed our cat! She smiled coyly which answered my question. I was horrified and told her she DID NOT have to do that. And she said, "Well he wants to eat here in the morning." Oh my gosh.

This isn' the first time our cats have infiltrated her home. Years ago she told me that when our cat Willie was still alive, she regularly found him curled up in her den in the mornings, having used her pet door to make himself at home. So many bounds have been overstepped by our animals. 

Those stories bring us to today when about 30 minutes ago John called and said he was nearby and had locked his keys in his truck. What is happening? I grabbed a spare key and ran over to where he was. It was when I pulled up and rolled the window down that I heard his truck running. That's right. He locked his keys in his running truck. He was just doing a quick drop off to someone and jumped out of the truck in the rain and it happened. How is it that when you lock yourself out of something, you know in an instant what you just did? Mine is the second time I locked myself out in the last month. The first time I had my phone in my pocket and I was able to call either Olivia or Carrie to bail me out that time. How is it I can't remember who came to let me in? That could be part of the locking myself out problem. 

Now I'm considering an emergency key outside, but it's concerning that a thief would find it in two seconds flat. I'm still pondering...

Now that the stupid had been revealed lets move onto snaps.    

These sleepy snaps were a few weeks or months ago, I have no idea at this time. Lets see who participated....  

Sleepy Lauren with her bedtime bear. 

She meant bedtime, not stealing the snap.

Who is that goober?

No one wears glasses to sleep, so I'm not getting the addition of the glasses. 

Mollie enjoyed this filter. 

As did Lucas. 

Beba looks as if she was hungry, saw that bear and.....

The goober's back and I had that shirt on yesterday!

Moving on to the adventure that Emma didn't enjoy when she came home for a couple weeks in the Spring. This story plays out in her snaps over almost 24 hours. What had happened was....she was flying to Monroe from DC with her boss's wife and they got into weather trouble and it went down hill from there. If a flying bird in the form of a finger offends you, then you need to walk away. 

It started here...

This, is that text in pictures.... 

There is one finger. Air travel can be so frustrating. I know because I've flown at least six times. 

The traveling partners finally made it to Atlanta with the hope of making their connecting flight. They were so close, and then....

They didn't. 

It was about 10:00 PM when they arrived in Atlanta and therefore there were no flights to try to get on, no hotels to go to, and a long line of frustrated people. So they had to sleep in the airport and wait until morning. 

Poor people had to adapt and get a terrible night's sleep. 

Ugh, laying on those floors? I can't. 

That's one Delta. 

Filling the night with M&M's.

Wandering until the dawn breaks. 

FYI she does NOT consider that a compliment. 

THEY LEAVE THE AIRPORT UNATTENDED!!! Who does that? Tight security during the day. At night? Not so much. 

Night night. 

That's just weird. Public sleeping with strangers nearby. 

The morning always comes, thank the Lord. 

Not long after she finally arrived, she put Blake to sleep. 

And that's the end to the really bad, hope it doesn't happen again flight home. 

Agreed Mollie.

This was real and true. Almost every day in fact. 

I was obviously bored and at home. 

Then, Olivia's work got a cupcake job for 9 gazillion cupcakes with the Phi Mu symbol on them all. She planned and planned, but didn't plan enough time and that's when she opened her sweat shop here at our house and made EVERYONE help for 18 days. OK, maybe not 18....it was 17.  

Even Owen got conscripted. 

That is the truth because fondant is terrible. 

This was me insisting on seeing the work we did come to life on a cupcake. 

Yes, thank the Lord we survived. 

The money shot.

This was me and I meant boss and not bos. I hate it when I have typos. Never forget that. Beba was a tyrant. 

In the midst of the cupcake storm, Emma thought Addy was cute. 

Checking in with the Swannies.

Ok, I'm done.

And it's Friday.

I don't even care anymore. 

I'm off to make supper for the returning boy. I'm very thankful for my family, even when we aren't all together. Protect us all Lord.

The frig messages

An update on our refrigerator communicado. It's slowed down a bit since only three people are currently living here and John doesn't participate in the refrigerator messaging. He's such a fuddy duddy. 

In the last few weeks when we had more traffic in the house, we had some prolific messaging. 

Here's what I found during that time...

This was left by Melanie whose dreams came true when she got her very own mini Sonic ice machine. The Sonic people around town may think we have died. 

This is a classic family phrase that was coined by Carrie when chickens were stolen from our farm. It will go down in history as one of the greatest phrases ever to be uttered. 

This is a shot of all our letters we have accumulated since this all began. 

One very somber message. One identifying the messager? I think Romeo must have run out of E's. He was not HER. Obvi. 

Out of the midst of the large bank of letters, a name emerged.  

This was Emma's spontaneous cheer that we all felt was worthy of the frig. 

Believe it or not, this was an accident that ended up being political. We are not pro-Russia or the Soviet Union in any way. Did you read that NSA? We have not colluded.  

Lucas came to make cookies and spelled his name. He seems to enjoy an extra L.

Unfortunately these two messages together may seem insensitive to some. The Alamo was poppin, but not in a good way. No one meant any harm in this messaging.

If I finish this one, it won't be family friendly. Each and every person in our family knows the end to this. Talk amongst yourselves. 

An homage to James and his love for the movie Sing.

Abraham's words are forever ingrained in our nation and our frig. 

Well maybe not FORVER. Just until a wiseacre changed them.

That brings us to the latest edition of the frig messages. This is very current because of William's dancing to this song at basketball camp the other day.  

Beba! 

You're up!

Do not disappoint. 

This is an extra post and I've been a boss at blogging this week.

Whut up.