Busy Having Fun!

The Burgess Bunch has been having a great summer---they have gone through 15 cans of sunscreen, devoured at least $800 worth of groceries, swam for hours on end, and added almost 1,500 miles on my car. Phew....and I am tired! We have spent a lot of time in the lowcountry...fishing, swimming and going to the beach. Although I must say, I am not sure these kids are related to me because they don't like the beach that much. What? Ian says, "When you go to the beach you get sand in your britches and that isn't any fun at all!" Whatever. I would rather sit at the beach with a book & beverage than be at the pool any day. So, against their will, I forced them to go to the beach and get sand in their britches more than they thought was fun!

Ian  & Uncle Lee shooting a Roman candle

We had a fun 4th of July--celebrating with food and fireworks with the Newton clan. Most of my pyromaniac cousins were missing from the celebration this year--which did make it a little less exciting and lot less dangerous--but we had a wonderful time! They also spent a lot of time fishing at my grandparent's place. The boys like to get up early to fish while Maggie and I were smart and slept in! Like all good southern belles, she doesn't like to be "hawt" and sweat. Me either. So we let them fish and sweat and get stinky while we played with Aunt Munkey. A much better way to spend our time, I think

Because it would be too difficult to catch you up on all of the things we have been doing this summer (because my blogging has been totally negligent), here is a list of some funny stuff:

As I dressed for work, Ian: Wow, Mom! You look pretty. Are you going to work? Me: Yes. How did you know? Ian: Because you only get dressed up nice when you go to work. The rest of the time, you just wear those black yoga pants and a t-shirt. Me: Well Ian, I don't really see a point in getting dressed up to just stay around the house and clean up. Ian: I guess. It is just really sad that you are only 30 and you are just letting yourself go.

 And when Ian viewed my pictures from my trip to Kentucky for ZTA Convention: Wow, Mom, you look really pretty in these pictures. And you don't have those black yoga pants on the first time. I am real proud of you. (Thanks. I guess?)

On the way to Adventure camp, I am lecturing Ian about the need to drink plenty of water. "Okay Mom. I got it. Don't go all Romeo and Juliet on me!"


Maggie: Sometimes. Sometimes, I just. Sometimes I just got to pee.

Will: Why does this tea taste so bad? Me: Because it is unsweet tea. Will: Yuck! Why are you drinking that? We live in the South and we only drink sweet tea. Ian: That's right. Otherwise you are just a poser.

Will: Life is full of moments that just take your breath away. And there are other moments when you realize, your belly is just fat and ain't nothing gonna change that.   (What? Where does he come up with this stuff?)

Ian while shooting fireworks on the 4th of July: Fire in the hole. Fire in the Hole. Fire in the Hole. This is gonna make you happy, happy, happy. (Too much Duck Dynasty!)

Will: Wanna see me jump in the deep end without my swimmies on? Me: No I don't. Will promptly jumps into the deep end--minus his swimmies--and swims to the side of the pool. Me: Wow, Will that was great! Will: I know right? And I didn't even drown one time!

Will: Wanna see me act like a monkey? Me: You already look like a monkey... Will then jumps from the bar stool about 2.5 feet where he grabs onto the top of the refrigerator, hanging on for dear life. Me: William Truman Burgess! Have you lost your mind? Will: No but I have a feeling that I am in big trouble.

Maggie: Look at my piggies, Will! Don't they look pwetty? Will: Yep. From now on, instead of calling you Fat Belly, we'll just call you Ms. Piggy!