A warm fire in the fireplace
going to school
watching a movie
with a shot of peppermint syrup
Cozy naps wrapped in
a warm, fuzzy blanket
wearing my denim jacket and
the scarf Lisa gave me last Christmas
- Running errands in my hip new minivan-oxymoron?
- Napping while the girls napped
- Pink roses from my student, Madison
- Dinner at Outback Steakhouse with Matt and the girls
- Hugs, cuddles and kisses from my sweet girls
- This quiet time when when everyone else is asleep
- Assurance that God is working out His plan in our lives
But I am just so overwhelmed. The past few days I feel like I am running on empty and the slightest irritation may push me over the edge.
- a visit to the gynecologist
- a mysterious rattling in the back of my car
- dog hair on my shirt
- the neighbors putting on a new roof
You get the idea. I'm just so emotionally drained. I'm tired.
But I did read a cute joke on my juice box. So I'll end with something light :).
Q: How do you find a princess? A: Just follow the foot prince.
Actually, it was just John, our friend who is fixing up the backyard for our girls.
There is a nasty old dried-up pond that John is disassembling. It has to be done for our home inspection and it has needed to be done for a long time.
Things are buzzing at the Rouses. Everything is in disarray. Everything is half complete-the garage, the backyard, the girl's room. There is the transition all about. Very unsettling.
Our little sweethearts.
We are now having them sleepover 2 or 3 nights a week. In October they will be spending nine nights with us while their grandparents are in Tahoe. Wow!
It seems like the transition of bringing them to live here is moving forward slowly but surely.
I dropped them back off at their grandparents this morning, and then I was off to work. As I was heading out the door, I asked the girls for hugs and kisses. One was willing, but the other said, "I'm too busy."
Oh, sure, I understand. Maybe you could check your daytimer and get back to me some time next week. You're THREE!
They make me laugh.
- Garage is to be free from clutter and hazards
Now, I've always thought garages were specifically set aside for all the clutter and hazards you don't want to keep in the house. So needless to say, we have a lot of work to do. Paint, a rusty weight bench, an old chainsaw, gardening tools, and on and on. So, I've started going through our stuff, deciding what to get rid of and what to give away and what to reorganize.
The first item to go was the old beat-up weight bench and the 500lbs of weights that go along with it. Not as easy as you might think. It cannot be thrown into the weekly trash bins-too heavy. I called for a special trash pick up-they don't take exercise equipment. My last and only option-drive this stuff to the Irvine dump and pay $37.35 to get rid of it. Whatever, I'm desperate at this point.
So, I found the dump in Irvine after circling the block a few times. Let me tell you, it is another world. It's a scary, loud place that smells of fish and fruit loops. Hills and hills of refuse.
I went after work, so I was in a white skirt and flip flops. Everyone was looking at me like, "What the &*^%?" I probably had the same look on my face. And I had to unload the stuff myself. Surprise! Filth, stench, and me hauling weights out of the trunk. Hilarious!
Some of my favorite things I to do with them are:
- beading necklaces
- magnetic dress-up dolls
- sidewalk chalk
- large legos
So, what do you think?
Lisa and I had two best friends in high school, Staci and Amy. The four of us were inseparable.
Every summer, the four of us would vacation at a lake in Northern California with Amy's family. Tanning (or burning in my case), skiing, swimming, jet-skiing. Chocolate malts at the Shake Shack, lunches at a little restaurant called The Kettle. So much fun.
Oh yea, and we thought it was really cool to howl, whistle, and yell out to cute guys driving or walking by. Thinking back now, I can't believe we did that.
One night, we were walking down the road as a jeep was approaching with four guys piled inside. So, we launched into our typical reaction-calling to them, whistling, etc. As they drove past us, one of them called something out.
We were split on what exactly he said. One of us thought he said, "Meet us at The Kettle!" Another thought he said, "Go back to the kennel!"
Ha! I guess we'll never know if we were complimented or insulted that night. What a bunch of geeks we were!
But last night one of my little sweeties was that sick. Just burning up. Poor thing.
She was up most of the night. It was so sweet to be able to take care of her. To soothe her by giving her medicine and a cooling cloth and snuggling her and smoothing her hair.
I'm beginning to feel I need them as much as they may need me.
It's good to be a "mommy."
Fresh, healthy, flavorful. Matt and I can't get enough sushi.
Tonight, around 9:30, we decided to get some for dinner. Neither of us had eaten yet.
Well, let me tell you, it is impossible to get sushi on a Tuesday night after 9:00 pm in this town. After driving to three different places, we gave up the fight.
We ate Mexican food instead. Good. But not sushi.
But, I did get to have a tall, ice-cold glass of fresh-brewed iced tea during lunch today with my sister. Iced tea and my sister at the same time. How bad can things really be?