The Easter Bunny Delivers!

What does an adult get for Easter nowadays? I’ll admit that I still purchase that classic egg dye and honestly enjoy experimenting and making every egg a different color. We both despise Peeps, thank goodness, so there isn't a presence of weird, hardened, multicolor, marshmallow-like goo in the house. I’ll even buy Dan the occasional chocolate bunny or Cadbury crème egg (ick!) but I’m guessing Mom and Dad received best Easter Bunny delivery ever! They were able to score Masters tournament tickets!
The timing and location worked out perfectly. They flew in via Atlanta and Dan and I drove in to meet them in Augusta.

Mom and Dad attended the festivities all day Saturday starting right as the gates opened. They were able to walk the course and enjoy the all the scenery before any celeb teed off. I’m sure it was awesome seeing first hand all the famous stone bridges, sand traps, water hazards, etc that they see on TV every year.
Right around tee time, they put their chairs down at “Amen Corner” and proceeded to scout the best place for a secondary view. Unfortunately you can’t bring phones or cameras onto the course, but we got to hear how Tiger, Phil, and most all the pro’s were within arms length of them. Too exciting! It’s definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity because the only way to get tickets is to know someone. There is no waiting list and you have to know someone, who knows someone, who has had “season” tickets since 1970-ish.

While Mom and Dad enjoyed their mecca, Dan and I drove in and enjoyed the city. The whole town was buzzing and decorated in celebration for the once a year event that puts the small town on the map. We met up Saturday evening, heard all about the day, grabbed some BBQ, relaxed, visited and got ready for our big Easter day.

I was able to do some pretty good gumshoe work for this trip. I located an amazing cathedral right down the road from an old plantation mansion known for its upscale accommodations and quaint Georgia charm. The Plantation Inn was so beautiful and a perfect place for Easter brunch! We attended Mass in a gorgeous setting and then enjoyed a yummy buffet.
Dad even got introduced to shrimp n'grits (yum!) and of course the Plantation Inn had Georgia pecan bourbon pie and Georgia peach cobbler. Whew!

The 2 days were really great! The kids enjoyed the new scenery and the parents had a blast. Most of all we got to enjoy the family visit. The only thing missing from the tradition was Chris, Trent, and the boys dressed in their super cute outfits. Thank goodness she gets pictures every year for us to ooh and awe over! How cute are they?!?!
Happy Easter!

Ya Say It's Your Birthday??

I forgot to mention on today's earlier post...

It's Mark's birthday today!!

Happy birthday!

A Nod to Southern Living, South Carolina Style

Coming from Arkansas, I’m used to my fair share of crazy laws.
Some of which Dan will say aren’t the wisest ever created…one example is yielding or changing lanes for folks coming onto the highway from their onramp.
Not the wisest, but it’s something I never knew differently and I get disappointed when determined motorists don’t let me in or even acknowledge my presence, let alone my blinkers.
Or the truly weird regulations…It is unlawful to walk one’s cow down Main Street after 1:00 PM on Sunday. And no, I’m not kidding. It’s one of those dumb laws every state is guilty of…look ‘em up, it’s quite entertaining.
Here in South Carolina we’ve experienced a new law, coincidentally a Sunday law too. I’ve never heard of it, and it still baffles me. However, my mom knew about it, so it can’t be that uncommon.
After Mass on Sunday, Dan and I decided to head over to Wally for a few quick pick-ups.
In hindsight, we probably should have gone to the Zsa-Zsa (Commissary). It was certainly closer and it might even be a bit cheaper. Dan’s doing the formal and official research on the price comparison. I’m pulling for Wal-mart. C’mon! You can get EVERYTHING, 1-stop!

So the 2 adventurers pulled into Wally at 10:30 am and noticed 1 side of the parking lot was almost completely absent of cars. We shrugged it off as some unusual sequence of events, an unknown magnet pulling shoppers over to one side, or maybe the locals knew 1 side of the parking lot was better paved than the other. As we walked up to the door closest to the barren side, we noticed the doors didn’t ‘Open Sesame’. Like deer in headlights, we turned to each other confused, and back again. Then we noticed the Hours of Operation…Open: Sunday, 1:30 pm.
Huh? Insert another look of confusion to each other. As if our heads were connected by string, we simultaneously looked over at the other door the moment a fellow shopper headed out with a buggy full of white plastic bags. Maybe the hours were wrong? Were we looking at the Pharmacy hours? It is Wal-mart, right? It’s right there on the big blue sign, 24 hours a day. ???
We trekked over to the other door, walked in, and saw many people. Ok, so the hours were wrong. We MUST have looked at the Eye Doctor or Pharmacy sign.
Nope.
Walking in we noticed a long rope strewn through the clothes section. It was strung across the front of the jewelry counter, from 1 rack of clothes to the next, blocking all sections and aisles that connect the maze. It was even draped across the magical yellow brick aisle that Dan follows to the wizard, er, er I mean the electronics department. We were completely unable to walk anywhere EXCEPT the food area unless one wanted to play a quick game of limbo.

We opted to just pick up the groceries and head out, making a mental note to ask someone at work the next day.
Yes y'all, after a conversation with my mom and a few guys at work, South Carolina law states you cannot buy anything and I mean ANYTHING except food staples until after 1:30 pm on Sunday.
Upon further research, apparently it’s unlawful in South Carolina for horses to be kept in bathtubs too. What are ya gonna do? :-/

On the bright side of South Carolina, it’s a beautiful time of year. 70-80 degrees, sunny, with the occasional southern rain storm. The plants are coming along nicely, and my tomato plants have grown at least 3 inches in almost 2 weeks. The strawberries are also starting to fruit! Next stop, Easter with fresh veggies and no horses in the bathtub.