Memorial Day Weekend was spent at Beaver Lake. The night before we left to go down there, Deb and Grady said they were having difficulty getting all the trailers down so we volunteered to pull the dive trailer down for them. When we got to the lake, I had to giggle at the “big” truck pulling the little trailer. It’s a bathroom cleaner thing for campers but that sight just made me giggle so hard.
These 3 are back together again. Wow, did they make quite the team… they are the next round of shenanigan makers!
Is that title confusing to anyone else? Okay, I’ll explain. If there is one thing I can tell you about my baby girl it is that she is loved. She is loved by a lot of people. We got involved with our diving group in 2013 when we got certified and they are a second family! Or really, they are family. That’s the best way to describe it. And baby girl got herself one heck of a family! So her birthday was on Sunday, but that Saturday we were at the lake for the Safari Hunt. That evening, we had a small birthday party for her at the lake for those who couldn’t make her birthday party on Sunday. So this kid had 2 birthday parties, this was the first and her actual birthday date was the second. Therefore, Birthday party 1, but post 2. Did you follow all of that? If not, just know my baby girl has one heck of an awesome family both blood and personally added!
We’re a lively bunch, I tell ya! Watch out for us!
So during the Safari Hunt, she played hard. Eventually she took a nap. We got her back up to Deb and Grady’s camper without waking her up and I got her on their couch so she took about a 2 hour nap. When she woke up, I’m not sure she was ready, so she cried and cried. The only person who could console her was daddy!
I’ll apologize now. This will be photo heavy but I’m just going to do Memorial Weekend in one post and get it done. So Be Warned! 🙂
Our Memorial Weekend really started Thursday night. Tbug had a softball game… yes, she’s playing softball now. So we went over to her game and then she just came home with us because we planned on going to the lake. I have no idea if they won or lost or even kept score… But I can tell you that Tbug went around all the bases and made it home as if they were scoring a point. She even slid in to home instead of doing a summersault like she did earlier in the season. I guess you can take the girl out of cheer but you can’t take cheer out of the girl.
After the game we went to Jared and Karen’s house to borrow Karen’s truck (again, she needs that jalopy) and their camper. There was a tire that was starting to go bad so the guys decided to change it. We made it about 5-10 miles from their house and the tire blew. So I called Jared and asked him to come rescue us. I might also mention this was close to 10 or 11 at night.
New Year’s Day the last couple years has been spent diving. I have yet to dive on New Years but that’s besides the point! I seriously debated it this year, but in the end, I didn’t. I’m a chicken I guess or maybe I’m smart… you decide.
I’m not the best passenger in a vehicle. I sat near the middle of the bus and decided sleeping was best for me. Deb has been sick and Rachele I guess was tired? I didn’t ask :).
Pete decided he wasn’t staying home. They tried to get him off the bus, but he wasn’t having it. This was really the maiden voyage of the bus since it’s been in our possession (except the trip to the gas station…) and Pete wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity to ride on the bus and go to the lake.
When we stopped for breakfast, he curled up in the drivers seat. He was just keeping it warm for Jared.
After the December flooding, this is what the lake looked like. Hubs said it had about 2-3 foot visibility if that.
My dad is quite the character and he and I have always had that special bond. I was a daddy’s girl, no questions asked! My dad has told me many times, especially when I was in junior high and high school that back in the day when he was in school he had an English teacher that made them write stories. They would get their topic on a Friday and it was due the following Monday. Dad said actually that was probably the best teacher because he learned to create stories, where he might not have otherwise. So yes, my dad is quite the story teller and the real kicker of it all…. sometimes, actually a lot of times, they are believable. So as a kid we’ve made many trips to Texas and all over Oklahoma showing horses. Going down 69 headed through Oklahoma to Texas there is a town/lake you pass called Eufaula. As a little kid of course I asked the million dollar question… how did they get that name….? So I present my dad’s version of how… (but to this day he swears he never told me this story)…
There was an Indian named Lake who traveled the country far and wide to keep track of the upcoming new arrivals of the white man. One day he rode up on this body of water and was looking down the slope at it and eventually fell in. Another Indian rode by and saw this and ran over to where he went over and yelled, Hey Lake, Eufaula so the name became Lake Eufaula after the Indian… hahahahaha. Ok I hope that at least brightened your Thursday a little bit :). I always tell that story when we go over it too… what can I say, my dad made an impression.
So while we were coming home from Dallas wedding dress shopping on Sunday I snapped pictures of Lake Eufala as we passed over. Hope you enjoy 🙂
If you look just over the treeline but before the other one you can see a small sliver of the lake. We were approaching it!