Thursday, January 17, 2013
Here's the story....
I have this wreath that I made and gave my grandma a few years ago. After my grandma passed away last year, I got the wreath back. This Christmas, I hung the wreath on the wall.
On Tuesday, my mom came to help me out with the kids because Boone went out of town for work.
At 5:30 in the morning, the first night my mom came to help with the kids, the wreath just fell off the wall. I think my dead grandma came to visit and wanted to tell us that she was with us. I know that it makes me sound a little crazy, but I'm totally serious.
In the morning, my mom told me that my grandma would get up with my grandpa at 5:30 am and milk cows. 5:30. Coincidence? I think not.
Again, this morning at 5:30, I wake up. Seriously. I think Grandma woke me up.
So tonight, my mom went home and I asked her to take grandma with her. I can't handle this waking up at 5:30 business. I love you Grandma, but I need my sleep.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I don't know what to do!?!?! Maybe I should take all the kid art off of it and take some of the pressure and weight off of it? Man. The weird things we think of when we don't know what to do.
I'm praying to all the appliance gods.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Yep. That "quick" stop that "wouldn't be very long" was there for over an hour and then went back in. It was unreal. I guess the rules don't apply to everyone.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
I have this weird love/hate relationship with my house. I love my house one day. I hate it the next. Sometimes for no reason too. It is a perfectly good house. Sometimes I don't like it because I grew up with 10 acres of land and not seeing a neighbor has it's perks. Other times, I love it because when you need a hand, you can open your door and ask one of the neighbors to help you lift a heavy object or whatever. Sometimes I think I hate my house because I just have to keep cleaning the same crap up EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
Today I love my house...kinda. Don't get too excited. We could still use an office for Boone and I, but this will have to do (at least for the next few years). I love my house today because we are literally about to walk across the street and have these beautiful walking trails right along a creek.
The kids got snowshoes from Grandpa for Christmas and then I ordered some snowshoes this week (Boone's shoes should be here by Tuesday). We strapped those babies on and we were walking all over those trails. It's so pretty and it reminds me of what I had growing up. All that privacy. All those acres. All that wonderful. Ahhhh...happiness.
Friday, January 4, 2013
"Dear Fridge God, Please watch over my fridge. I don't want to buy another refrigerator. I like the one I have just fine. Replacing things is never a whole lot of fun and it's only about 7.5 years old. Please make my fridge all better now, ok?"
Last night I was doing laundry and found out that I was praying to the wrong appliance god. Yep. My clothes washer started whirring and then wouldn't drain. Yeah. Then it beeped, turned off and there was all the water in the tub. Yeah. I'm not super thrilled.
Boone cleaned out about $3 in change, a couple pencils, an eraser, a barrette, some random metal things, an spent shell from a gun (my guess is from during deer hunting), and some other junk, but that didn't fix it. He had to take the pump apart and about a cup and a half of sludge came pouring out with it's nasty smell. Good news! He fixed it!!!!
Now I know, I have to pray to the "Appliance Gods" in general and not just the Refrigerator God. I don't want to piss anyone off anymore.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
So, my favorite garbage day of the year is the garbage day between Christmas and New Year's. When are going to produce more garbage? We have all the garbage from the boxes from Christmas and then we're home all week together cleaning up the stuff of the holidays and then I usually get "the bug" to clean something out. This year it was about 3 years worth of magazines. So, there is probably about 50 pounds of magazines in the recycling bins. And Barrett got a desk for his birthday and Boone put that baby together after Christmas too. Boxes, magazines, garbage! Adios!