What the Browns have been up to...

Well, we are officially moving! I saw "we," because although Gavin and I don't live with Mom and Dad anymore, this is still a family effort! The picture above is where we'll be soon!This morning was hilarious. We cleaned out the attic, and let me just tell you how funny going through 20+ years of "stuff" is. We found old IDs of moms from high school, Dad's "love" letters (not to/from Mom...), and lots of our old toys and books. Mom still had our crib up there, which was her's too! She asked if I wanted it for my kids, and I had to tell her that by the time that happens, I'll probably just want one of my own. Since Gavin may end up having kids before me, she ought to ask him! We found cabbage patch dolls, Teddy Ruxpin, Berenstain bears books (my favorite!), Gavin's old fire trucks (which made my life pretty miserable for about 3 solid years!), ALL of my old school books, and much more! I think Mom really loves us a lot, cause she's managed to save everything we've breathed on in our lives! Just kidding, Mom. So, we're set to close on the house in a couple of weeks. We should be moved in just in time to have the family for Thanksgiving, as always. I'm so happy for Mom and Dad. They're really excited. I'm not going to lie...I'm a little like my friend Lisa, who bawled when her parents sold her beloved family van. I am starting to get a little emotional about certain aspects of moving. This morning while I was eating breakfast and looking out the window, I thought, "This is probably the last time I'll do this at 223 Sylvan Road!" I looked over at the fireplace that I made into my weekly stage for all my musical performances, and I got a little sad! Mom even took down most of the pictures in the den already...sad, sad, sad! Ok, I'm going to stop now. I sound silly. I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about. It must be a girl thing!

I am the only one awake in my house now. Gavin has spent an entire day hunting practically. He went early this morning and again later this afternoon into the evening. Those of you who know me and my family well know that hunting is a HUGE part of us! We have learned to live without the men in our family for a few days out of the year. The one day that comes to mind the most is Thanksgiving. The boys have always been gone on Thanksgiving morning. They come back around just in time for the whole family to get together for Thanksgiving lunch. I vividly remember my Dad, brother Gavin, Granddaddy, Uncle Gene, cousin Miles, and their friends going every year, and coming back home to report to all the girls. I think they killed 22 one year on Thanksgiving. I love that they hunt. It's great to have a hobby, and it's just a tradition that they've kept going for years. So, since Gavin went today...he is passed out on the couch...Mom too....Dad is in his usual seat...snoring! Haha. I hope he never reads this, cause he'll kill me!