We Knew The Time Would Come...

I saw this on the church website and loved it. I am happy for them both...

A Blustery Day

So the wind really kicked up last night. All around the neighborhood garbage cans are tipped over with their contents blowing in the wind. Our neighbor's patio table, situated snugly behind the house and in a small enclosed backyard, was blown over and their cat kennel was knocked over, with the cat still inside. As we left for carpool, I noticed our own house had some damage. A not-too-happy Richard had to climb up and staple a few shingles back in place. I hope all this wind means a really nice snowstorm!

Which One?

I am trying to pick a favorite. Unfortunately, there are things I like and dislike in both. I'll have to keep tweaking them, if my mother will let me "borrow" hers back for a few days. What's your pick? (The darks on the second one are a little darker than the real paining. In fact, the lighting is a little off across the whole thing, but I don't have it's original to match it to.)

Finally!

Ahhh, the simple pleasures of life...a baby's laughter, a new summer dress, a drive up the canyon, knobs for the kitchen cupboards.

I have had this on my To-Do List for over three years. I can't count how many fingernails I have ripped and chipped trying to pry my cupboards and drawers open. And finally, ...finally, Richard made my year by purchasing and installing knobs and drawer pulls. It has taken the sting out of the water damage caused by our little mishap a couple of weeks ago. Which, by the way, is going to be fine. No real damage to speak of that can't be covered up by a dishwasher or by closing the cupboard doors. You can see where the sink cabinet is a bit swollen still, but it's something that can be lived with. We were very fortunate!

Wacky Gone Wild

Today was Wacky Wear Day, as voted on by the student council. Gavin came home from his meeting so excited about the fun week they had planned.

Tuesday was Quiet As A Mouse Day where no one could talk. If you did, you had to give up an M&M. The goal was to keep all your M&M's until the end of the day.



Today was Wacky Wear Day. As you can see, the kids were very wacky. Gavin buttoned two different shirts together and Allison wore Gavin's clothes. She considered that the extreme of wackiness. And their hair... Gavin declared boys were lucky they didn't have to wear elastics in their hair and Allison enjoyed twisting her braids in all sorts of different do's.



Tomorrow is Hat Day and Allison can't wait to wear her sparkly Princess hat from Aunt Jenny. Friday is Pajama Day.

Gavin and Allison went sledding yesterday and on the way home last night they were telling me of all their fun trips down the hill. And as Gavin has grown into quite a story-teller, you can imagine what he had to say. He exaggerates just as all good story-tellers should.

As he was describing a jump he went off, he said, "...I went six feet in the air! It was sooo cool!"

I like to keep Gavin in check with his stories by reminding him what is real and what isn't, so I said, "You mean, you felt like you were flying six feet into the air, because you probably weren't really six feet off the ground."


In an exasperated tone, he answered, "Mom, I am not talking about Human Six Feet, I am talking about Brownie Six Feet!"

Apparently six feet measures differently if you're a brownie.

Use It or Lose It

After over ten years I finally decided to pick up the sketchbook and pencil again. I have always been sad that I haven't kept up on my artwork. It's a great outlet for me. So, the other day I bought a sketchbook and sat down to some soft music and thoroughly enjoyed the hour. I have only whipped out a couple so far, but hopefully there is more to come. They're not masterpieces by any means, just a part of me I wanted to share. Thanks Richard for the easel and paints and DeAnna for the inspiration to not let something I love die.

Unfortunately, My Problem

Home ownership is among the top major stresses of my life. I remember when we lived with Richard's parents and their water main broke. No one was home for a week. We were all on vacation in Oregon and when we returned the damage was substantial. Among the repairs, they had to replace a section of their cement steps leading to their front door, BUT I could say "Not my problem".

And when their water softener leaked and flooded the basement...Not my problem. Again, when their chimney caught fire...Not my problem. Anytime some major repair was required, I could thankfully recall that it was Not my problem.

Not today. Or the time our water main burst. And not the time our sprinkling system sprung a major leak. I certainly couldn't say anything of that sort when our kitchen leaked that disgusting disposal water and rotted out 2/3 of my cupboards. And funny enough, none of these water problems have anything to do with old plumbing.

We came home tonight around ten o'clock. Richard was still at Bishopric. Gavin was first on the scene and the sound of his panic sent my stress levels climbing. I ran into the kitchen only to find about 6 gallons of water ALL over my kitchen floor. It was puddling around my new kitchen table. It didn't take long for me to realize that the source was coming from under the sink. (Richard had just repaired the dishwasher's hose, we hoped for the last time since it has leaked on us three times in the last several months).

When I opened the cupboard doors, my heart sank. Niagra Falls was gushing from somewhere in that vicinity. I panicked trying to remember how to shut off the water. I found a knob and started turning. Nothing happened. I moved a pitcher located under the sink and immediately a jet of water hit my face. I couldn't see anything, I just kept feeling for something that might work. With the phone in one hand trying to reach Richard's cell, I found a knob that did the trick and all went quiet.

Apparantly the new hose Richard had just installed before dinner decided to split in two. Freak of nature, I guess. My poor, sopping cupboards! I didn't mind the old kitchen being sacrificed to the plumbing, but my new one! I was sick. The fans will stay on all night and hopefully the paint will shrink back somewhat.

I wish I could say this was Not my problem. Instead, it seems to be my problem more often than not. Indoor plumbing...hmmm, maybe the Beans should rethink that one.