March 29, 2010

Sigh

I definately wouldn't make it as a handyman.
Nope.

I hung a little picture in my kitchen.
It wasn't that difficult, but I kept hammering to hard and pushing the nails all the way up against the wall.
So now I have the picture hung....with two nails permanately stuck in the sheetrock.
Shoot.

I tried hanging curtains in the little room.
Never try screwing in big screws with a mini screwdriver, wait for a drill. After all, patience is a virtue.
I was stubborn and tried it.....and fell off the stool.....which was sitting on the bed....fortunately not impaling myself with the screwdriver.
It took me about an hour to screw in three screws, but it's done.
One side of the curtains are two inches lower than the other, but what the heck?!!
I have curtains.

Emma came over Saturday night with everyone else for Sherry's birthday.
And promptly stopped up my toilet.
I didn't have a plunger, but I bought one last night.
It was the only one at Walmart.
(Note to the wise; never buy a plunger at Walmart. They suck.)
I tried and tried to make it work, but the STUPID THING KEPT FOLDING UP ON ITS SELF and then the toilet would gurgle pathetically.
Fortunately, I have connections.
Brandi came by with some groceries (thank you guys!!!), and whipped it into submission.
Voila...flush.

*shrugging it off....*

I can make a mean strawberry/coconut trifle.
It. was. delectable.

Just had to brag a little

March 27, 2010

On my own

I moved out yesterday.
Karen had all my stuff packed up and ready to go when I came home from work (thanks by the way,Karen).
The dormitory no longer houses my bed....just Molly's crib and Lily's toddler bed.
My closet now holds tiny little pink dresses instead of jeans.

WAAAHHHH!!!

What will Lily do when she wakes up crying at night?
Who will tell her to shush?
Who will swat her butt when she tells them to shush right back?
Who will remember to sneak Bup to her in bed?
I'll even miss mopping the floors for Karen. On second thought.....no I won't, but you get the idea.

I'm excited, I really am, but I'm homesick.
This place is new.
Quiet.
Not decorated.
No food yet.
One roll of toilet paper.
It doesn't smell like home yet.
And there's a cheese pizza in the fridge that's grossing me out.

The perks are:
One gallon of milk in the fridge.
More groceries are on their way this afternoon....courtesy of Jake and Jaime. Thank you guys so much.
Double Stuf Oreos on the counter.
Laundry soap sitting on the washer waiting to be used.
Slipcovers for my hideous couches.
A/C. Praise God.
Good, wonderful friends who helped me move in, and not be so lonely on my first night. You guys have no clue how glad I was that ya'll stayed so late.
And lets not forget that one roll of toilet paper. If you drop by, don't use the guest bathroom.....the one roll is in my bathroom.

Speaking of bathrooms, Jake took it upon himself to break in my bathroom. I don't have candles yet so that was kinda a bummer.

But, I am on my own.
Standing on my own two feet.
I almost feel adult-ish.
I mean, I.have.my.own.place!
Cool.


What you eat when you're on your own.

The guest room


My room


You guessed it....the kitchen


The most important part of the house


Laundry has this way of piling up


Right thru those sliding glass doors is my very on deck. It's 5x7....almost big enough for three people.


Leah made this hello sign for me. No, it does not say hell with an Easter egg at the end.


I'm gonna go throw out that cheese pizza now.

March 24, 2010

RIP

My Uncle Joey died Monday afternoon.
Unexpectedly.
Surprisingly.
Heartbreakingly.

He didn't have an easy life. He made alot of wrong choices that screwed him up royally.
But he was lovable and we wanted him.
His family ached to see him happy and clean.

He was given so many chances to start over.
To do the right thing.
He just couldn't let go of some things.
And when he tried to, there were some people who made sure the wrong things were available to him.

He was just starting over again. He had his own place, a pick-up truck, and a new welder.
He was a smart guy.
Hardworking.
Talented.
Funny.
Kinda a punk.

Now he's gone.
At forty-one, ox strong.
Died alone without family there, and it breaks my heart.
It breaks my heart to think of all the things he could've done.
All the happiness he missed out on.
All the family missing him now.
It tears me up to think of how I would feel getting a phone call from the cops saying my little brother had died suddenly.

I'm not going to his funeral.
I want to remember what he looked like alive.
When I was sixteen, and he was grilling a steak for me like only he could.
Looking at me laughing because he could make his cat run into the side of house by shining the flashlight at it.
Full of strength and enjoying the dusky evening.
That's how I want to see him.

We'll miss you, dude.

March 20, 2010

Beach happy

First, I am JEALOUS. They're at the beach, and I'm not.
Second, they look so happy. So I'm happy.
Third, I miss them.
Fourth, thank you Phillip.

Charity, Marianna, Jennifer, Cathryn, and Joy








This one tugs at my heartstrings. I love their ponytails.


Phillip and Shelly




Joshua and girls

March 18, 2010

Girls

I took the girls out today.
So much fun.
The Cd'A library, the beach, the park, and finally Gooey's.

Leah said it was the best day of her life. I was so happy to hear that until Lucy's monotone voice said," I don't know about that, Leah. I mean the best day? Maybe the best day for today. Not forever."
I'll remember that, Party Pooper Lucille.

Do you ever get that feeling like you're so satisfied, everything's so perfect, that it almost hurts?
That's how today was.

The bridge




Is there anything better than rainbow cupcakes on a sunshiny day at the beach?


Castle park


Mudgy the Moose


Molly's idea of fun.


Huckleberry Gooey.....oh, yeah. It lasted for less than 5 minutes.








Molly begging for more Gooey.






I love you, dear ones.



 

March 17, 2010

Moment

I found this old photo of Emma and I today.
I love it.
It gives me a melting feeling in my heart.



March 15, 2010

The facts

Fact: Karen and Tim went on a week long anniversary trip to the Oregon coast/Seattle this time last year.
Sherry and I watched all the kids while they were gone.
Every. single. one. of. them. was deathly ill the entire time.
So was Sherry.
I managed to stave off disease until the parent's return.
Then I died as well.
For three whole days.

Fact: It sucked big time.

Karen and Tim left this past Sunday afternoon to make the now annual anniversary trip.
Joking as they drove off, "Hope the kids don't get sick this time."
Ha ha ha.

Fact: Three hours later Emma threw up in my lap during church.
Fact: Not feeling too hot myself.
Maybe I'm just paranoid.
The week has only just started.



*hopeful*



Fact: How ironic.

March 08, 2010

AA Duracell

I found this in Lily's diaper.
I asked no questions.
She was wearing a onesie and pants so.....


She didn't seem to mind it being there.



March 05, 2010

Supermom

Someone told me today that I'm strong.
I haven't thought of myself as a strong person in years.

Iron-willed: check.
Determined: check.
Stubborn: double check.
Strong: heck no.

When I think of a strong person, my mother is the first to come to mind.
She's quiet strength personified.

She has used that strength to keep her sanity.
Her family together.
Her heart right with God.
Her marriage pure.
Her friends close.

When her husband made the wrong choice, she honored him.
When her children broke her heart, she held the pieces together.
When her friends deserted her, she said nothing.
When she had to move to a different state every few years, she did so without complaints.
When there was no money in sight, she worked miracles.

She made each new house a home.
She made each new church her place.
She made each new acquaintance her friend.

She found the good in every crisis, and in every enemy.
She never let us know when she was worried.
Or sad.
Or hurt.

She cried herself to sleep.
She bit her nails to the quick wondering what she should do.
But, she never vented.
She never gossiped.

She's had reason to quit.
She's had the right to break down.
She's had enough hurt to run away from.
But, she hasn't.


She's taken life's blows.
She stands resilient.
She trusts in God, and goes to Him with her heartache.



Her children arise up and call her blessed.
I love you, Supermom.

March 04, 2010

Happy, happy anniversary

It's Tim and Karen's anniversary today.
Eleven years.
Six girls.
Plus me.

They've done alot for me the past few years.
Given me a home.
Told me what to do.
Cared for me.
Cooked for me.
Sighed over me.
Laughed at me.
Taken my side.
Worried.
Loved.
Unconditionally.
Without fail.






Thank you guys.
For everything.

March 01, 2010

Far, far away

Jenny sent Karen a text today.
Mikenzie had told her something very important.
She wants to be a missionary when she grows up.
To some place far, far away.

"Where to?", Jenny wanted to know.

"Idaho", she said.