Last year my husband forgot his mother's birthday. We were reminded of it many months later. I am sure that it really hurt her feelings. It was simply an oversight due to our VERY busy lives. I know that is no excuse but we are on the go non stop it seems. After last year I personally vowed to maintain some sort of chart system or something to keep up with everyones special holidays. I called my father in law the other day at work and he reminded me that Jeff's mom had her birthday three days before. What????? Had we done it again????? I could not believe it!!! I wanted to crawl under my desk and die!!! After a good tongue lashing from him, I quickly hung up and called Jeff to let him know that we had once again left his mom in the cold. He pondered over the situation and called me back to say "We are going to Birmingham in the morning to surprise her with a visit". "OK" I said "But my poor old van will probably not make it and we have invited Will's friend Slade to spend the day with us". No problem, we will just have to rent a car!!! Rent a car??? Boy, had we gotten ourselves into a big old mess!!! Anyway, we took off up there on Friday and really did surprise her. I was also able to visit my mom for a little while. We took Jeff's parents out to their favorite restaurant Nikki's downtown.
The food was delicious and we had a great time! Will got and gave much love to his grandparents and I hope Jeff and I got out of the doghouse!
On our way home Jeff suggested that we go out of our way a little bit and show Will the first home that he and I lived in after we got married. It was such a cute house in a nice subdivision. It had 4 bedrooms and an attached garage. We worked so hard on it. We had paint parties and had my dad to put in new kitchen cabinets, countertops and flooring. We worked on the yard and planted shrubs and flowers and even painted the outside. We were so proud of that house and all of our hard work. We actually only lived there for one year and then Jeff accepted a new job in Andalusia, AL. Once we got to the subdivision, I began to reminisce about that happy little newlywed couple who moved into that place 13 years ago. We lived all the way at the very end in the cul de sac. With each turn and twist my excitement grew. I planned on taking pictures. Then, there we were!!!! My excitement quickly turned to horror!!! Our beautiful home had been turned into a haunted house complete with waist high grass and weeds, shredded plastic mini blinds, broken windows with tape repair work, rotten shudders and last but not least, a vast array of the oldest junkiest cars they could possibly muster up! I was and am still devastated. Will and his friend Slade shrieked with laughter at the sight of that place. They said "No, really, which house was yours"? Needless to say, I did not take any pics, I was kind of afraid that we might be shot to death hanging out in the drive way. After this terrible trip, we decided that since we were in the neighborhood, we should go and show Will the first church that Jeff pastored. It was actually still there and in relatively good shape. We had such a good time and hopefully we can remember Jeff's moms birthday next year. The thing I am thankful for today is: I don't live in that Hueytown home anymore!!!!