I can basically understand why so many people thought I was crazy for going. I officially believe I was. But I would have done it again. What a blast...*sigh.*
Our days consisted of waking up at 4am, baking muffins and scrambling an extremely large amount of eggs. Then we would prepare a main dish like biscuits and gravy or french toast, etc. Monday 4am was fine. We were focused...had some minor hick-ups we worked through, but by Thursday I was rapping and Friday we were pretty much laughing dead zombies just walking around the kitchen. Very entertaining, I'm sure, to watch. After breakfast we would plan our shopping trips for the day to get everything we need for dinner and for breakfast the next morning so the cycle would start again. Restaurant Depot was usually our first stop. It was like Sam's only even BIGGER quantities. Their freezer section was actually about 1/3 of their store where you would borrow a coat and walk into this floor-to-ceiling door where the temp would drop to about 45 degrees and there was your frozen food and refrigerated meat. Mind-blowing really... Then we would head to Sams for things in slightly smaller quantities, then Wal-mart for bananas and a few small things (more for us and personal shopping), and then Aldi's for our baking ingredients that we didn't need much of at all. Then we would head home, take and hour-ish nap, wake up, and start the dinner festivities.
Our menu:
- Sunday Night: Spaghetti
- Monday Morning: Biscuits & Gravy
Dinner: Pulled Pork & Corn on the cob - Tuesday Morning: Pancakes
Dinner: Chicken Nuggets & Mac 'n Cheese (More like Chez with some noodles- YUM) - Wednesday Morning: French Toast
Wednesday was Free nite at the Historic Stock Yards in Fort Worth - Thursday Morning: Biscuits & Gravy
Dinner: Homemade Pizza - Friday Morning: Smorgasbord- Leftover B&G, Egg Casseroles, and Pancakes
Dinner: The church made us TRUE Mexican Fajitas! YUM!!
Here is the crew. Those pans would be stacks of chicken nuggets waiting for the oven on Tuesday nite.
L to R: Emily, Wendy, Troy, Dad aka Mark, Stacy, Me & Sue. Pretty stellar team!
The hard stuff...Ruthie hit a growth spurt while we were there. I grew out of 2 pairs of pants that I had tried on and packed. My bathroom routine in the middle of the night was slightly difficult in that I had to walk a good distance to the nearest loo. My ankles turned into small pork tenderloins. I could work for long periods of time and they wouldnt bother me, I would just look down and be like, "Holy Cow, I should prob sit down."
Dallas was about 5 to 10 degrees cooler than home everyday, so heat really wasnt a problem. And the only time I would go outside was for shopping trips and lunch.
I also left part of my heart in TX. My dear Tricia MG has moved to Dallas for Seminary. She is one of those wonderful ladies that keeps me grounded and reminds me that I'm still a girl besides being a wife and soon a mom. Without her, I feel like an adult. With her i feel like a girl. I will miss her terribly.... TERRIBLY! Love you, Tricia!
I love seeing my husband serve Jesus. If we could get paid to do this the rest of our lives that would be amazing. We was resilient under an almost impossible job, petty criticism, he ran in 4pm Dallas heat (slightly crazy), and he still checked on me every night to see how I was holding up. What a man.
I become a football widow now that we are home. Practices start every night this week. Fall has basically begun. We also had GREAT news that we bought our first house. I'll post about that soon! VERY SOON. All in all, Dallas was a crazy, hot, successful trip with lots of memories, and food, and JESUS!
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You are still young at heart, and me being in Dallas and you being in Peoria won't change that. If it helps, I will randomly text or call you to say things like, "Ooo that movie star is super cute!" or "Remember that time you drove around with people in your trunk? Maybe try that with little Ruthie in a few years!"
Okay, so maybe it's a good thing we won't be in contact so much. DON'T PUT YOUR BABY IN THE TRUNK.
Also, I didn't realize you grew out of two pants. C'mon, Ruthie! Good thing you had an apron to cover an open fly?
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