Plano, TX 1:48 am

There are rules to blogging, especially in a group setting such as this one. I suppose one obvious one is that this blog should not be used as a college version of AIM. The disclaimer to this post is that it is not that.

FOR MAX ONLY:

This is Shyler and Paige. We really really really miss you a lot. Shyler says that she is glad that you are not eaten. I think we are not sure because you have not posted in awhile and last we heard from you, Cody was biting you. You are probably eaten. 

Max, tonight, Shyler and I sat outside of Starbucks for 3 hours, all of which occurred after Starbucks closed. Did you know that it closes at 10pm in Plano?? Ridiculous, huh? Max, I know right now you are feeling left out, but know that we talked about you the whole time! Shyler and I have nothing else in our lives. We just love you thats all. Our conversation about how wonderful you are came abruptly to a halt, when a strange man with a backpack came and stood right in front of our car at 1 am. He seemed unhappy/constipated. VERY VERY SKETCHY.... so we drove away fast in Shyler's car. However, I forgot to lock my car and get my wallet, so we made several drive-bys. Shyler tried to point out that now she was unsure of who was sketchier- us or the unibomber backpacker? The choice seems obvious. US. 

Now we are sitting in her room, writing you in Africa! unless you are eaten.

Max come home to us!!!! seriously!!!! i cant do anything without you!!.. such as simple math.. using a computer.. double clicking :/ .. eating at sonic.. laughing.. living in general :( i miss you!!!! 

We love you.

FOR EVERYONE:

This blog is not a free for all. Use it wisely.

Paige

and Shyler 

life after steak and ale

Dallas, 3:32 am

 

I wish I could I report that I am writing at this late hour because I have been up all night parting like its 1999, but unfortunately the steroids from my wisdom teeth removal have abruptly awoken me at 2 am and I have been unable to fall asleep again, so I thought I might blog instead. And yes, I look like a complete chipmunk, or not so "glowey" as Alex would put it. 

For the record, that surgery is scarier than one would think. I knew the doctor was putting in my IV that would eventually knock me out, but not as quickly as what followed. Literally, the man had just told me that his son, who is a senior at HP would be attending Texas A&M in the Fall, and I of course was in the midst of my auto response: "tell him to try out for Fightin' Texas Aggie....." (I passed out). I woke up alarmed. I didn't have enough time to tell him about Fish Aides....or the Lord!!! What if the doctor thinks I was telling him about Aggie Fish Club instead? Whoa is me! (no offense to over half of our friend group). 

In other news, the Jude has a B12 deficiency, which explains why she can no longer tell the boys apart, and thinks that LD stands for Lauren Daniel, which is now written on the back of Chi-Omega embroidered plate meant for our house next year. What is worse is that we made the discovery, while showing it to Bret, who asked, "Who is Lauren?" For those of you who are concerned that you may also have the condition, its symptoms include memory loss, mood swings, and difficulty with the English language. Unfortunately, the treatment for this condition is a shot that you must inject daily for a week and once weekly after that. My dad now thinks its hilarious whenever my mom forgets somethings to tell the boys, "quick hold her down! Get the injections!" My mom doesn't think it is funny yet. If you or a loved one struggles with this deficiency, please talk to your doctor and know that you can find solace here at camp smiley. 

I was going to try and be funny and add that another symptom of B12 was poor driving, but I was afraid the comments on this blog would come back to bite me later. Although, in that department, I have one small victory to announce. While aaron and Bret were over earlier this week, both aaron and JD thought it was really funny to bring up all of my driving fiascos both from high school and college (Thank you afran!). Jd got a real kick out of reminding me that I hit Dad's car twice in our own driveway in high school (it was not my fault). He was laughing and going on and on. Well, tonight, when I awoke from my surgery, I was surprised to see JD hanging out the family on a Friday night, even as cool as we are. The truth finally came out...he was grounded. For what, you might ask? For hitting Dad's car in the driveway. Two Points for Paige.

With much love,

Paige

P.S.

I made Bret watch Steel Magnolias, and he loved it.

brunch

hey y'all!

anyone (only friends of this blog) who is in dtown or close by is welcome to come to my house tomorrow (sunday) at 12 for lunch.

call me for directions (you never know who is reading this---maybe the people who are creeping on the tal and zach)

paige

a couple quick notables

11:06 pm Dallas

It started out like every other Mother's Day, with the whole family waiting in the car for my mom to get out of church 30 minutes later and for us to begin our mad dash to meet with my mom's ultra-punctual family in Arlington. We made quick time as we cut people off left and right once we had passed the 5 mile holy radius from church. In fact, my mom went so far as to say that a car who tried to cut to the front was in fact a "bad person." It was her "duty" to stop him by eking forward just enough for the backseat to make awkward eye contact with the perpetrator, who gave us a friendly gesture. We were victorious as we passed him, gliding by just in time for him to see our cool TCA logo on the back (ministry opportunity). 

Finally we arrived at our much anticipated destination..... Steak and Ale. For those of you not familiar- this is a steak franchise that has struggled on since the 90s with low lighting, irish pub decorations, and poor service. Needless to say the lobster bisque was a bad choice. It had much of the look and taste of subway's seafood sensation sandwich spread mixed into a lard of cheese. (My cousin used it for sandwich dipping sauce). My grandmother ordered her usual- the chicken breast with sweet potaters on the side and split it with my aunt. After finishing the entree, my grandmother slipped away somewhere. Little did we realize that Nana also doubled as Sherlock Holmes. If the wording on the menu was read carefully, the entree was intended to come with two chicken breasts! (breasts=plural!!!). And they had made her and Aunt Tammy split only one! They had tried to pull a fast one on Nana, and she wasn't havin' it. We got that second chicken breast in a To Go Box, and proceeded to the family portraits outside by the luscious shrubs of Steak and Ale. 

With Steak and Ale in the backdrop and the prized chicken breast in a To Go Box still sitting on the table at the restaurant, I realized that I have come from a long line of vindicators. I must rise to the occasion! No longer shall I park anywhere and everywhere at Texas A&M, no longer will I cut to the front of the line at Corner Bakery, and no longer will I email professors and try to get them to change my grade... I will fight now for equality!

(I'm sure Zach is reading this, riveted by the exciting tales of old, much like he was with pan and greg v's shakespeare performance).

-Piage

P.S.

We have bees again. My parents thought that a good way to share this fact with family and friends was for us kids to pose with the bee keeper for our annual Christmas card photo.... more excitement to come...

entertainment

Then I heard footsteps on a stairs, and in a moment the thickish figure of a woman blocked out the light from the office door. She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can. Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crepe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty....

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

11:32 am Dallas

In order to comply with Aaron's request for more girl participation, I will post about my not so exciting life back here. Trash can (my black 94 volvo) made it home for one last time, but not without the smell of "any minute, I'm going to combust." She's a trooper. 

Today will be a very scary day in the world of Paige....UNPACKING and ORGANIZING. Two words that should always be off limits. Wish me luck because I'm gonna need it. I miss yall already.