Ya'all Should Just Move Here

As promised, for all you rain drenched souls in the NW, here is what an 80* day in Tennessee looks like. Are you jealous?

And for my dear friend Heather, here is a cloudy day in Tennessee. Are you jealous yet?

One of the reasons I have not been blogging so faithfully the past couple of weeks is because I have been spending some quality time in the back yard admiring my favorite tree in the 80* weather. Really, it's okay to be jealous.

So what has been happening at the Sorensen's? Well, here is a picture of Reagan at Lunch with Grandparents Day. Yes, I do realize I am not her grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin, etc. but what are you going to do when our nearest relative is in Houston, TX. Not really lunching distance. The other important things are that we have accepted an offer on our house in Portland. The inspection is this Saturday and they want to close no later than June 6. We found a house here in Knoxville (actually it's Farragut, reportedly where all the Yankees live). Our offer has been accepted and when I go back to take pictures we will post those babies. Dane and I 'helped' at Kale's Field Day on Tuesday, took lunch to his teacher for appreciation week today and will be 'helping' in Reagan's fun day tomorrow.

For any of you avid readers out there don't forget that Stephanie Meyer's new book, The Host, came out on the 6th. I pre-ordered with free overnight shipping and started reading it yesterday afternoon. I cried at least three times and then wanted to cry again when I finished it today. Partly because it was so darn good and now how long do I have to wait for the next Stephanie Meyer book? Early August. How will I last? I guess I will just have to read the Twilight series seven more times before #4 comes out. Now, if I could write like that, I would never have been an accountant. She just sucks you in.

This was the funnest part of my week so far. My friend, Marianne, has seven kids and her youngest, shown here with Dane, are 1 year-old twins. Hannah and Spencer are quite the little pair. Are you impressed that I managed them and Dane and that no one is screaming in this picture? Don't start giving me any medals yet. I bribed them all with french fries. No, I am not kidding. We all trooped out to get lunch for Kale's teacher and I took a side trip to McD's.

Reagan busted me the other day for still having an Oregon cell phone number. It took me over 35 years to be able to psychoanalyze myself as well as she does and she's 8. She's said, "I know. It's the last part of Oregon that you have and you don't want to let it go." There I was bawling my eyes out driving down Kingston Pike. So, I've decided that instead of me holding on to my Oregon cell phone number, ya'all should just move out here and enjoy the 80* weather with me. Just think, Dollywood is less than an hour away. Who doesn't love it when everyone they drive by, walk by or see from a distance waves and you? You can't tell me that you aren't hankering for grits at the Cracker Barrel on Saturday mornings. Here, they even keep score during the soccer games and the kids get real grades. You will see an unusually large number of orange objects year round because of UT but that is just one of their little quirks here. They drive very politely and everyone talks to you and your kids. Dane made friends with the two retired gentlemen that live behind us yesterday when they were out putting up a new bird house for one of the wives.

I have a new favorite line from 30 Rock last week. Kenneth - "I don't drink alcohol. This isn't alcohol. This is hill billy milk. I was raised on this stuff." As he proceeds to drink everyone under the table.