Well I've mentioned that our hotel was in the ghetto. That's because it was. It was on the same exit as the AT&T center in San Antonio (for any of you people out there that know anything about the area). In front of our nice shiny new hotel sat this old hotel.... I'm not sure if it was still in business now or abandoned. Needless to say, it had really creative graffiti all over it. There was some kind of HeadStart like daycare behind the privacy fence in the back and then houses all around. I have a picture out of the back window:

But seriously, you can't really grasp the ghetto-ness of it from this. But let me say this... the hotel was great. The staff was wonderful, and we never felt unsafe. I would stay there again. Really. Ok, maybe.
So just a neighborhood story though... One morning we got up (we had to get up early in the mornings. The military has this whole thing where they like to start events at like 8 and 9 am. I don't really get it but whatever.) and Emily and I were just looking at the weather out the back window. Well lo and behold I catch a glimpse of this come walking out of a house and taking off down the street:

Yep. Just struttin it right on back home at like 7 am on a Saturday morning. Emily, of course, says, " where is she going all dressed up like that this early??" I said, "Well, I don't know," thinking in my head "She's going home honey... she worked hard for the money last night.. so hard for it honey... " Yep. Loved our hotel.


Ok so these two pics are on here because my kids could have just done this the whole trip and been fine. They love hotels. Jay asks me constantly if we can go stay hotels. It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm not a great housekeeper (btw... i'm getting much better. seriously. i'm glad my mother can't read this.) but it also has to do with we let him jump on the bed... and the ice machines.... and the snack machines...the pools.... etc etc. So anyway, at nite the children did this dash down the hallway (sure the other guests loved that) to our room with Kirkland remarkably fast on the crutches. And everytime we left the room they drug this ziploc bag of change with them to the snack machines and would swarm all over them like a bunch of little maggots. I mean that affectionately... i got it from my friend Shelly. She meant it affectionately too. So yep, these were the kids favorite pasttimes at the hotel. Along with pitching a fit EVERYDAY that we didn't take them to the pool while NOT understanding that Steven couldn't go swimming and we were here for Steven. OH!! And I ran out of room for pics but I have a picture of these giant Texas shaped waffles that they had for breakfast every morning.... cool!

Well, Josh was a very important figure at the hotel so I have to feature him. He made friends with the staff and took off a few years of William's life... or maybe just added some more gray since I'm convinced William will live forver. This pic is of Josh with the toilet paper he got from the front desk.... because we needed it but also because the front desk people would give Josh whatever he wanted because they all knew him by name. Now how did the whole staff know Josh by name?? Well let me tell you a story to wrap up this post.......
One morning while we were there William and Emily got up to go get breakfast like normal. I was still sleeping in the bed... and William knew this. Just sayin. Josh and Jay and Kirkland were watching cartoons. So the next thing I knew I awoke to Emily waking me up and saying "mama!!! do you even know what just happened????"
"no... what?" as I look up and see william carrying in Josh and the breakfast plates with this look of rage...horror... and a feeling MY life is somehow shortened....
So I get a recounting of the story as Josh happily sits down to his Texas waffles and cartoons.
William and Emily get the breakfast. William and Emily get in elevator to come back up to the room. There are a couple of hotel staff... a manager, etc.. on the elevator as well. William, being Mr. Friendly as always, speaks to them.
"How are y'all today? Been busy?"
them: "We have. Have a lost kid upstairs."
William: "oh really?"
them "we do.... on the 3rd floor. What floor are y'all on?"
William: "um, third."
Well, about this time the elevator opens to the 3rd floor. They walk out and at the end of the hall is this big bunch of people with little Joshy standing in the middle.
all the staff and people who found him wandering the hall: "what's your name?"
josh: "I joshy"
All the people: "what's your mommy's name?"
josh: " mommy"
All the stupid people: "what's your daddy's name?"
josh: "daddy"
all the stupid but trying to be helpful people: "what does your daddy call your mommy?"
josh: "mommy" (and he does not... bc that is one of my biggest pet peeves is husband and wives calling each other mama and daddy... wth??)
so anyway, william finds out they've been knocking on doors, etc.... so he rescues little josh who is completely unaffected by the whole thing but enjoyed the fame and brings him in to wake me up. Somehow it was all my fault but I'm still trying to figure that one out......
Ok I'll do a final blog on Steven's actual graduation, where he is now, and what comes next and then we'll get the heck out of Texas. Sorry we've been here so long. Seemed that way to us too!!!! :)