A Reunion of Old Friends!!

Thursday night we had a BBQ of some old friends I used to work with at a disabled womens group home. It was a lot of fun to see everyone again. Thanks guys for such a fun night. We definitely need to do that more often than once every decade. Hope to see you all again soon!!

P.S. Amy we missed you but were excited to hear about your night at the police station. Ha Ha!!

A Walk Down Memory Lane?

I don't usually copy peoples blogs because I feel like I'm not original then but this looks like too much fun to pass up. I copied this from my friend Nat. Here are the rules.

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember. If we are only blogging buddies, leave a comment about your favorite post of mine.

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I will assume you are playing the game and I will come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play or don't have a blog, I will leave a memory of you in my comments on my blog. It is fun to see what people remember about you.

Mouth Like a Sailor!!!

You know those days you wish you could just stop....rewind....redo? Well last Saturday was one of those days for me.

I had a church softball game last Saturday. So the first inning starts, Awesome! I made it to home plate. Then we are outfield and I step up to pitch. I pitch and the catcher caught it. Well, just before she threw it back to me, I looked to first and was temporarily blinded by the sun. I turn back just as she throws it to me, only....... I couldn't see where the ball was going. That's okay, I think to myself, I'll just guess where the ball is going. BAD GUESS!!! The ball went right under my mitt and hit me in the mouth. My tooth went through my lip and I knocked a tooth slightly loose, but at the time, this is how it went down in my mind...

It went something like this......

Crap, another hit to the mouth, more stitches and broken teeth, just like in highschool when I had a bad cheerleading accident and caught a girl by myself with my head. I broke her fall and paid for it. That day is still gone from the memory bank because I suffered a pretty severe concussion, broken teeth, and stitches in my lip. I raved like a lunatic all day about weird things and kept asking the same questions over and over again. My brain was spinning.

As you can possibly imagine, after getting hit with the softball on Saturday, that I might be a little frustrated with what possibly may have to be endured, and at that moment, as irrational as my thinking may have been, I lost it. I was peeved and started raving like a lunatic the following: #@%$ it is always my mouth DA#@%T!! I threw my mitt down and left the field.

My loving husband, probably so embarrassed is trying to calm me down saying, "Would you quit acting like I would if this was me?"

After calming down, I realized that I had just acted like an idiot, and wait.... was that a church softball game that I just rattled off a few choice words at? Yip! It was.

At this time, I am thinking maybe it would have been better if I had gotten a concussion out of the deal, at least then, I wouldn't remember raving like a lunatic.

All is good with no broken teeth and a fat lip that is getting better but the moral of this story is....

When you are going to act like an idiot... try to get a concussion first!!!

Out!!

Coolin it Down!!!

So the long awaited day came for me after two years of waiting... No, I wasn't waiting for a missionary, been there and done my time with that. We now have what modern society likes to call central air. This would have been my third summer running with no A/C and I wasn't havin it any more.

Most of you right now are thinking, "Oh that is great that they can finally afford air conditioning." Not the case. The unit has been sitting on the back patio for a year just waiting to be hooked up. Its called time. The hubby has none especially lately.

We finally broke down and paid someone to hook it up for us and we were so excited to be able to enjoy the cool air. The first day of having it, I was enjoying it thinking no more being hot and what do you know.... the power went out for a couple of hours. Didn't get to enjoy it for very long before it was abrubtly stripped from me again. At least this time it was temporary. I have now been enjoying it for five days. Yay.

Don't tell Brad but now I'm cold all the time and I keep turning the target temperature up. My internal thermostat must be broken..... or I am so used to 90 degrees that I have to adjust to the climate change.

You Turn Me On and I Miss You!!!

Oh how I miss you and need you so.
I sit in the driveway with nowhere to go.

I watch the sun rise and I watch the sun set.
You are the best friend that I've ever met.

You are the only one who holds my only key.
How many days til we find you? One, two , or three?

Please come home safely and please come home soon.
Until I see you again, I will sit and watch the moon.

With Love,

Honda.

Okay enough with the rhyming. I do have to ask myself today why I don't listen when I am prompted to do something. The little voice in my head yesterday telling me to go get a second key made for the Honda Accord. Did I do it, NO!

Shame on me, now we sit with no key to the Honda with no spare set. Today Logan came and got the keys without my knowledge because he was so sure he had left something in the car.

He says he brought the keys back in and set them on the stairs. I had seven children at my home today being watched and so it is a very good possibility that he did do what he said and one of the babies walked off with the keys and hid them.

After searching for a while, I asked him if he got into the car or just into the trunk. He told me the trunk. I was a little excited at this point thinking he opened the trunk, set them down, and then after looking for whatever it was he was looking for, closed the trunk. Now the only task was getting inside the car to pop the trunk. How do we do that?.....We call the police to break into the car.

The nice officer came and unlocked the car for me and I eagerly pop the trunk to find.........Nothing. The officer yells out before he leaves, " Are they in there?" I reply with a No.
Thanks anyway officer, at least now I can get the carseat and booster out of the car to transfer to the van.

To make things worse, Brad got called into work tonight and goes to start his truck and..... yip, it won't start. It is completely out of gas so he decides to take the van to the Chevron to fill up a can of gas. About ten minutes after he leaves, my phone rings. This was the conversation:

Me: Hello?
Brad: Hey.
Me: Hey.
Brad: Do you know where our other set of keys to the van are?
Me: No, Why?
Brad: I locked the keys in the van.
Me: No, you can't leave the keys in the car and shut the door. (We have a really dumb security system on the van that will lock the door when you go to open it, don't ask me. All the other doors were locked already because they lock automatically after you hit 15mph.)
Brad: Can you look for them while I walk home.
Me: Yeah, sorry I would come bring them to you but, we can't find the keys to the car, and your truck is out of gas.

Brad finally made it home and we were able to find the other set of van keys. Thank heavens. I sure didn't want to be the one to call the police a second time to break into a second car all in the same day.

At least we have one running vehicle with keys to turn it on. As for the keys to the honda, we hope we find you soon.

The moral of the story is: Make sure you always have a second set of keys to every car, you know where they are, and most importantly, listen to the voice in your head when you are prompted to do something. Oh and don't forget, things always happen in three's..... or fours, or fives.

"Old Faithful!"

Okay, so a couple of days ago, Logan had to go to the bathroom so he went and a few minutes later,ran out of the bathroom completely traumatized. He was crying so hard, he couldn't even talk. I tried to get out of him what was wrong. I asked him if he didn't make it to the toilet and had an accident or if he got hurt. He just said, "No, just come here mom." At this point, I am thinking that I am going to find a mouse, or some huge spider in the bathroom that freaked him out so we walk into the bathroom and what to my dismay.

There was water everywhere but it didn't look like the toilet had overflowed it looked like it was sprayed everywhere. I asked Logan what happened, and he said," The water just sprayed out of the toilet." I then asked him if he even flushed the toilet and he said,"No." So as I was cleaning it up, I started hearing weird knocking in the walls and the drains were making funny noises. I immediately call Brad and explained that Old Faithful had gone off in our bathroom. He had me check a few things inside the tank and things checked out to be normal. We were just baffled of what had happened.

The next day, our neighbor across the street called Brad and said," I have a strange question for you, did you have some sort of sewer surge yesterday because when I got home all of my toilets were wet and there was water on the floor by them." Brad said," as a matter of fact, Yes" and explained what had happened with Logan.

Our neighbor explained that he had called the city and asked what had happened and it turns out that they were pressurizing one of the man holes on our street and put too much air into the pipe and therefore it caused the sewer surge or "Old Faithful" in the toilets.

Poor Logan. The kid is completely traumatized and refuses to use that toilet even though we explained what had happened. It is sad that our kid is scared of his own house considering he is already scared of our jetted tub as last year, when he was in it and it wasn't completely filled past the jets and he accidentally bumped the button to turn on the jets but didn't know he had bumped the button. He just thought it did it on its own and water sprayed all over the bathroom then. That was a year ago and he still won't use the jetted tub so I'm pretty sure it will be quite a while before he uses the toilet again.

Brads comment was,"Well, I don't think we have to worry about him wanting to become a plumber."

The good thing is that Logan had just gotten off the toilet before it had exploded. I can't imagine what we would be dealing with if he was still sitting on the toilet when it happened but I'm pretty sure it would involve counseling. We love you Logan and hope that you will overcome these issues sometime before you hit puberty.

Its just a good thing when Brad installed the plumbing, he didn't install a bidet.

Under Water!

So Last Saturday, Maysen was baptized and confirmed. Earlier in the week, Trey had been throwing up for four days straight so we were worried that come baptism day, things were going to be crazy. The morning of the baptism, everyone woke up and nobody was throwing up. It was a miracle.

We started getting ready for the baptism and sure enough, a half hour before the baptism, Logan came to me with sunken in eyes and green skin and says," Mom, I don't feel good." Too late to cancel at this point, we went ahead and left.

The baptism was great and I was so proud of Maysen but during the talk portion, I was in the back with a throw up bowl and Logan lying on the bench just in case.

No vomiting occured luckily but it was very hard to get pics. I am trying to round some up from other people so the pics will be to follow.

After the baptism we had a luncheon and Trey still tired and groggy and Logan not feeling good, went and lied down in my bed and went to sleep.

We almost made it the whole day and then when the last two families were left, Trey lost it again. I thought he was done. Yummy!

Later that night, after Logan had gone to bed, he woke up throwing up.

At least we made it through the baptism! Yay!

So to all of you who were invited and came, thank you. I'm sorry if we got you sick!