Big City...Big News!

We have been in the big city a whole week now and we are still eating with mismatched utensils and I've survived with a frying pan, sauce pan, a spatula and a wooden spoon (not for cooking by the way!). Our beloved Gigi and Papa have gone home, without their help, what a mess we would be in...in fact, we are in a mess, I've yet to find the toaster, sorry kids no waffles on the first day of school.

I've not unpacked nearly enough for being in a house for a whole week, we have spent some time running around window shopping for a few items and price comparing. Possibly the most significant item is that it has been two days since we have been to Taco Villa!

We had a wonderful visit with the best kinder-prep teacher ever! Mrs. Starks and her girls were in Lubbock this week and introduced us to a fabulous park and we fed some ducks. We were a little late and missed a wild goose chasing Mrs. Starks, who in defense threw Makenzy's coke at the honking beast!

Now for the really big news! As you know, our eight year old has been producing a daily paper that our family and friends have thoroughly enjoyed. As she and her daddy were taking a walk in the neighborhood last night they saw a lady with a dog (who was wearing a sweater - the dog, not the owner) and our daughter wanted to know more about this gal and her companion. By the time they got home a discussion of the free enterprise system and good 'ole American capitalism took place and she made an annoucement at dinner.

Ding, Ding, Ding (well, it was a plastic fork on a red plastic solo cup, so whatever sound that makes). "I have called this family meeting. I am now a business owner, I'm starting my own neighborhood newspaper and I'm selling it for 50 cents a paper. I will do interviews on Sunday afternoons and I'll sell the papers on Saturday mornings," she announced. She also gave us all designations and jobs; She is the publisher/reporter, her brother is the paper boy and gets a cut of the profits for selling door to door, she prefers to sit in the front yard with a sign. Her father is her assistant and I, the mommy, am the copy editor and typist.

That was Saturday evening, she started formulating questions to ask for her interview, her first subject the lady and her dog. After church, lunch and rest-time (much more for the parents than the kids). She headed out with her writing kit (a purse from her BFF-GC, 8 notebooks, 3 pencils and 2 pens), her lavendar flip-flops matched perfectly with her irridescent lip gloss. Also along for the ride was her father, the assistant (we are calling him, Assistant to the Regional Manager - but you only get that if you watch the office).

If you know our girl, two words to describe her would be shy and demure, not exactly characteristics of a brazen door knocking reporter. She admitted to her daddy that she had 'flutterflies' in her stomach as they walked one street over. She knocked on the door and expecting the sweet lady and her dog, she instead got the head of the house. With as big of voice as she could muster, "Hi, my name is Sheridan and I'm reporting news in our area, can I interview you?" He questioned, "you want to interview me?" And then began the process and found out all about that little dog, which is the real story of course.

I'll blog about our first edition, look for it next Saturday, of course if you want a hot copy in your hands it'll cost you a buck, stamps are expensive you know!