Thursday, August 21, 2008

This is how we know our little Madelyn had a good time.

All the kids had play dates today. They were thoroughly exhausted by about, hmmm, 5 pm. Madelyn was the only one, surprisingly, who fell asleep on the half hour ride home. I was watching her in the mirror as her eyes became heavier and heavier and closed......and then POPPPED back open. And then heavier and heavier and then zzzzzzz. Are you yawning yet? Are you yawning now that I asked if you're yawning? I just yawned.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

My hands are shaking. My palms are sweaty. I have butterflies in my stomach because I'm so excited! I'm reading my favorite blogs again!!! I feel like I've been on some sort of sick sabbatical, like I'm fasting the internet or something. Its quite disgusting!

Still no computers at the new house. They said worse case scenario they'd have them installed by Wed. This must be the worst case scenario.

I was sitting in the eastern corner of my couch yesterday, though, under the ceiling fan, and my cell phone worked. The really good news was that I could check my hotmail! As long as I didn't move too far west, or north or south. Quite exciting.

Today the kids went to day two of Mega Sports Camp at church which is looking like total fun. The kids love it. They must have really loved it today because they came home TIRED and CRANKY! One of the leaders asked Brooklyn if she was excited to go back to school. She said "No. I'm having a fantastic summer." HA! We've fooled her again! I'm glad she thinks it was so fantastic since its been full of neglect on our part and hard work on everyone's part.

Tonight I'm going to dinner and a movie with two of my most favorite people, Chad and Pam. The three of us together are DANGEROUS! But they make my life more exciting.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Stranded in the land of no internet

Help! I've (finally) moved to the middle of nowhere and have no access to the outside world! I'm going through withdrawals. There is a real problem here. I'm addicted. I'm an email addict, but they say the first step is admitting you have a problem. I admit it. Doug makes fun of me because I check my email all day long. I don't know why. The majority of my email is junk.(that's a hint to send me message) But, oh how exciting it is when I get an email from a friend! You all know what I'm talking about. So I made a special trip to town to get to my faithful friend, the computer.

This problem should be remedied tomorrow or the next day, so hang in there faithful readers. And sometime I will replace that picture of my heels with a new one - my heels are soft as a baby's - well you know.

The new house is great. I love it! I have been leaving the back door open til I go to bed so I can listen to the river. Its very quiet. And when I got up yesterday Doug said "Shhh. There's a turkey in the yard." I'm still not quite sure why I needed to be so quiet. There are boxes everywhere and I still can't find anything important, but it gives me something to do (as if I needed another thing).

We went to Spokane for the weekend and to Silverwood on Saturday. It was sooooo fun! The kids swam as soon as we got to the hotel and then swam all day at Silverwood and then swam (with the rest of the hotel kids) on Sunday morning before we left. I don't know how they do it. Brooklyn couldn't open her eyes in the sunlight because of all the chlorine burning her eyes. But a good time was had!

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Summertime Heels

Tomorrow night I'm going to get a pedicure. And not too soon! Here's the toes. They don't look so bad.

But here's my heel. And I have another one that looks equally disgusting. (That little red spot is where the shoes I bought tore into my heels. They don't sell a size 11 in this town!)

Its my summertime feet. I can't stand to have shoes on my feet anytime of the year, but summer is even worse. I spend the warm months exclusively in sandals. On the rare occasion that I actually exercise, I wear tennis shoes. And sometimes I exercise in sandals, too.
This picture really doesn't do justice to the extreme crevices packed with dirt and grime. The skin catches on my sheets. It scratches my legs. I think I've even drawn blood on Doug's calves before. He hates my summertime heels and fully supports the pedicures. I think he wishes I would go weekly so they could scrape the skin off.
Speaking of that, the last time I went in for a pedicure the poor little Asian lady had chunks of skin flying over her shoulders as she was using the cheese grater to scrap my heels. I was a)embarrassed and b)possibly more grossed out than she was.
I'll see what kind of wonders they perform on my feet tomorrow. If its good, I'll post the "after." And if you have any miracle cure (besides wearing socks to bed) I'll take it!

Saturday, August 2, 2008

I should have known

Its 7 pm now. We're not moving. Too much happening today. ARGGGGHHH. So annoyed. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day :)

Could it be?

In fear of jinxing it, I hate to write it, but...... we're moving today! I'm writing this at 5 pm and it hasn't happened yet, but the night is young.

I woke up early (6:30 on a Saturday) to get started moving everything out of the in-laws'. I washed all the sheets and remade three beds, packed up everything into our suitcases, emptied the shower of all the junk I need to shower with (amazing how much was in there) washed all our dirty clothes so I didn't have to move dirty clothes, loaded the trailer and then went to a tea party at Queen of the Universe's. This was all by 1 p.m. Things were looking good until.....

Doug called at 2:30 to say he has a flat tire about 30 minutes from where I was and in the opposite direction of where I was planning on heading. Oh, and Grand-dad was working on the house and sliced his hand so bad he had to go to the hospital. Oh, and we are supposed to be babysitting the niece so that her parents can go to a concert at 4 p.m.

So now its 5. I'm back at the in-laws, tire is fixed and on the car, baby here. No unpacking happening.... but the night is still young.

#15 I'm thankful that my day may not go my way, but it goes His way.