Blowout!!!

The title of this blog is "Blowout." Now, for those of you who are NCAA fans and/or personal friends or family of mine, you may have initially thought that this was written before UNC played George Mason as a joke of how bad UNC was going to beat the unheard-of school. Good thing I didn't name it Blowout for that reason because UNC was beaten by GEORGE MASON today. Holy cow, I almost cried. Okay, so maybe I did cry, but only a little. What a terrible end to a great season. I guess with such a young team we should be very proud of the overall effort and spirit of them. And we are. Go Heels! You're still #1 in our book. While we're on Tourney talk....it has been fun (outside of GMU) watching a lot of underdog teams win. However, it does leave a nice little path for you know who to come sailing through to the finish. Stinky.


And speaking of stinky....check out this picture. Doesn't it look like Jack took a massive, destructive, fire-inducing dump? Instead, this is the result of what happened when John and I almost burned the house down yesterday. My Mama and I went shopping during the afternoon, only to return to a driveway wet from recent hosing, a charred lamp from Jack's room sitting in the driveway, as well as these flame-streaked shorts. So, we put two and two together and figured out there had been a fire! Smart, aren't we? Mama (Mimi) had bought Jack a bunch of clothes, but this pair of denim shorts we had set aside because they looked too big. The plan was to try them on Jack and return them if they were a no-go. However, the plan began to go awry when I set these shorts on top of the lamp in Jack's room because there was no room on his changing table. Mistake #1. Mistake #2 occurred when John turned on the lamp while Mama and I were gone. After a while, he and my Dad smelled something burning. John ran into Jack's room where he didn't see any smoke, but he did notice the shorts on top of the lamp. John jerked the shorts off the lamp and smoke went everywhere, the windows in Jack's room were opened and a spray down of the lamp and shorts ensued in the driveway.


Now...here are the good things...1. The house did not burn down. 2. Jack was not in his room when this happened. 3. We never leave the lamp on when Jack's sleeping so there is no possibility that this could have happened when Jack was sleeping. (One of those parent things we think about to make ourselves feel better.) 4. The house now smells like toasted marshmallows.

Obviously John and I both made mistakes in fire safety. When I pulled in the driveway, my heart sank, thinking about what an idiot I was to put anything on top of a lamp, but then I felt better when I realized John had turned the lamp on. Whew! I wasn't 100% to blame! But, I still made the courtesy, "I'm so sorry. This is my fault!" comment to John...to which he replied with a curt "it's okay." And it wasn't an "it's okay" like 'it's okay...everything is fine....jack is fine....no worries." It was more an "it's okay that you're insane and didn't listen to anything you were ever taught about fires." Don't worry...I'm not revealing anything that John and I haven't discussed. We don't use the blog to air our marital communications. It's just an effort to make light of a situation that could have potentially been horrible. Praise the Lord nothing caught on fire except for a pair of jean shorts.


The best thing about this weekend was that Jack's Mimi and Grandpa Gardner came to see him! That's my parents for those who are curious. They arrived Thursday night and were able to stay until this afternoon. They took care of Jack and Scout and made both of them very happy all weekend. Here's a great picture of Jack with his grandparents. Thanks for coming to visit me, Mimi and Pops/Pop/Pipi/Poppy/Grandad/Whatever you want to be called. I love you! See you at Easter!!!