Here we go!

Since the countdown has officially began, I thought over the next couple of days I'd share with you some of my experiences of living in the South for the past 14 1/2 years. 

Let's begin with our actual move in day way back in May 1999, Memorial Day Weekend to be exact.  I am 6 months pregnant with KJ and quite large (don't judge!  she was a huge 10 lbs. baby!!!).  Our new house sits on top of a ridge and our driveway is kind of steep.  The moving van was parked at the end of the driveway and the crew was running our household goods up the hill with dollies and boxes strapped to their backs.  I'm at the bottom of the driveway, directing (or, as Cosmo lovingly would say, "bossing.").  T is inside, running around the empty house, twirling from room to room, listening to her voice echoing off the walls.  We haven't even been official Hoover residents for more than an hour when all of a sudden we hear a large explosion and can see a huge fireball and plume of smoke coming up from the back of our house!  Thinking our house is on fire, Cosmo and the guys drop everything, run into the house, screaming for T.  Turns out our neighbor was burning trash/rubbish, added gas to the pile and BOOM!!!!  Welcome to Alabama!!!