The little red barn with no toilet paper

So we went on another Sisterchicks excursion. Three of us were going in one car and were going to meet our other friend in Fredericksburg, TX. We had no idea what was in Fredericksburg when we were making plans to have an excursion. We just all knew that we wanted to go somewhere.


Off we went into the wild blue yonder. No husbands and no kids. Just four women with no one but themselves to watch out for and nothing to do but laugh until they peed in their pants.


On our way down there, we stopped at Wiseman Chocolates. I am not a chocolate eater. I know, un-American, but I do eat it once a month. However, I enjoy some White Chocolate. They had a variety of truffles, handmade, and some fresh fudge. I got some White Chocolate Praline fudge. Yummy!!! But one of the girls got some truffles named Wild Woman. On the way back home, we stopped there again and the girls bought Love Potion truffles. I guess they missed their men.


This place even had some Sugar Free chocolate for Hubster.


When we were getting closer, we called our friend to see where our cabin was. She gave us directions and said to look for a red barn. We then knew we were in trouble if we were staying in a barn out in the country.


The barn house was converted from a barn that housed horses. The bathroom was literally a stall. As were the rooms. It was pretty cool.


When we opened the door, we were greeted by a Nyala. A South African native right in our living boots. I'm thinking that the boots are just in case the Nyala wants to make a quick get away. No matter where we were, it's eyes seemed like they followed us around. I'm glad I didn't sleep in that room with that thing looming over.

We even had time to go get a pedicure.

We saw lots of wild flowers and then were fascinated by this peculiar thing. We thought it was a hummigbird and took lots of pictures to look at them later to figure out what it was. We later found out it was a Hummingbird moth.

Whatever it is, it sure is different and pretty.

When you put four women in a house, there are certain things that are needed to make the stay quite comfortable. For example, food would be good. We ate lots. Lots of desserts as well. So we would bring our left over desserts to the barn house.

You also need lots of toilet paper. That was a problem at this barn house. There were only two rolls of TP with four women. You do the math. We called the owner of the barn house on day two to tell her of our opportunity. She informed us that she was not home and would bring us some that evening. We were out by the time we left for dinner and still no TP around.

After dinner, we all made sure that we used the rest room because we really weren't sure that there was TP at the barn house. I went to the bathroom and put some TP in my bra. Another girl went in and did the same. Without knowing that I had done it as well. She comes back to the table and proceeds to pull out her wad of TP from her bra. I do it at the same time she does. She however gets caught by a couple walking past us.

We go back to the barn house and we find only one roll of TP in the bathroom. No extra roll for us. I think there maybe was an extra roll but the Nyala must have used it.

When we leave, we replace the almost gone roll of TP with an empty roll and place the almost gone roll in one of the girls suitcase without her knowing it. Sure was funny when she called from home to see who put the TP in her bag.

I think it was also mating season down in Texas. We saw birds doing it, butterflies, and even cows.

We did do lots of laughing and wetting our pants. We shopped a lot (some of us more than others), we were goofy, we walked a lot and we ate a lot. We were able to be candid with each other and not get our feelings hurt, we were able to eat warm food without having to fix our kids plates, we were able to do what we wanted when we wanted.

But most importantly, we learned that A happy heart makes the face cheerful (Proverbs 15:13)and A cheerful heart is good medicine (Proverbs 17:22)

Until the next time Sisterchicks!! Thanks for the memories!

Sisterchicks get together

I'm back! Went down to Texas on Thursday and got back last night. What a trip!

Let me start the story with giving you a little background. There are four of us that attended the same church, became good friends, then started reading the sisterchicks books by Robin Jones Gunn, read more about it here; http://sisterchicks.com/

The definition for Sisterchick is : A friend who shares the deepest wonders of your heart, loves you like a sister, and provides a reality check when you're being a brat.

We decided we would be Sisterchicks. Now two have moved away and we still all communicate. Well, one of our Sisterchicks mom passed away and we went to show our support.

One of the Sisterchicks lives here in Oklahoma with me. Another lives down in South Texas. We talked about it and decided we would all go. I had to take the boys with me since Hubster had meetings and couldn't watch them. We all thought the other had told our one Sisterchick that we would be there. When we arrived at the funeral home, we realized no one had said anything. But it worked out perfectly. We surprised her and she seemed to enjoy it.

On the way up there, we (my sisterchick here in town) were driving down there and knew we had to go through Dallas. I don't enjoy driving through there. We start looking at our surroundings and see tall buildings and a ball (I'm sure it has a name, but that's what I'll call it) That ball is where all sorts of clubs are located. I don't mean clubs like; The Red Hat Society, or Girl Scouts, or a sorority club. I mean clubs like disco and other night clubs.

When we pass this ball, I look up and see a sign that approached us out of nowhere that says "Houston" so I happen to be in the most inconvenient lane possible- the furthest left land- and that sign was on the far right lane.

Now having lived in Texas myself, I knew it was called the "The Friendly State". I was hoping that someone would be nice enough to allow me to veer all the way across 4 lanes to my exit. There were a few cars that either hadn't known about what the state was called or just were trying to show me how unfriendly they were, but then there were some cars that were friendly enough to let me get in front of them. No accident, no problem.

The other thing about traveling through Texas is that nothing is close by. You can drive through three states in the same amount it takes you to go from Dallas to Houston. You can pass a town and then 100 miles later, will be another town.

On the way back, we decide to take a different route. We stop to see this 70 ft statue of Sam Houston. Might as well make it a field trip day for school. The joys of home schooling.

Our favorite place to stop and eat when we are in Texas is Whataburger. We had decided that we would pass Huntsville and wait for the next Whataburger. Big mistake. Just FYI there are NO whataburgers between Huntsville and Corsicana. You have to make it all the way to Ennis. We were starving and since McDonald's and my stomach don't have a good relationship, I opted to starve everyone in the car. When we do finally see our Whataburger sign, I try to make it there, but somehow end up turning into a one way street. As I try to back out onto oncoming traffic on a busy road, I am just amazed at how friendly people in Texas really are. They were honking at me and waving and trying to get a better view of me. I just smiled and nodded. Sisterchick just held on tightly to the oh poop bar in my car. But don't worry, we finally arrive at our eating place.

This Whataburger was different than any other I've ever been in. You order your food and they hand you a pager. That thing was loud. I'm sure the traffic on I45 could hear them. We definitely knew when some one's order was ready.

We get back on the road and go try our new way of getting home.

What I forgot about the roads in Dallas is that there are a lot of them. And the very important thing I forgot was that there is a 35W and a 35E. I saw the 35 and got on and started driving fast like everyone else. Because everyone knows that if the speed limit is 70, you'd better go with the flow or you will get left behind. Nothing like driving 80 with lots of 'friendly' Texans driving next to you.

Sisterchick and I realize something seems wrong. We both spot the same ball that we spotted on the way to Houston. How can that be, we are supposed to be on a different road. But we look out our windows and see a giraffe looming down and we realize we were on the wrong highway. We wanted W not E. Oh well, at least now I know where the Dallas Zoo is.

I finally spot a road I'm familiar with because I'm determined to not go through Dallas. After being delirious and trying to avoid crazy drivers, we reach the road that will take us back home. I decided that we needed some sugar intake, so we stop at a dairy queen to get a blizzard.

See, Texas does have lots to offer- Whataburger and Dairy Queen.

Never a dull moment when on a trip with a Sisterchick.