Friday, March 31, 2006

Cast Away!

Yesterday, after our wonderful breakfast up at Snoqualmie Falls, we drove to Seattle. Ashley's DAFO (Dynamic Ankle Foot Orthotic) has been getting small and uncomfortable on her, so it was time to be casted for a new one. Don, from Cascade Orthotics is the man to see for things like this. He's very good, and has done Ashley's braces since she got her first brace when she was not even walking yet. This is Don, his assistant, Ashley and Allison. We were at Meridian Park Elementary, where both of them had had attended early childhood programs back in the day. It was great to see everyone.

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Each time she gets a new brace she is the one that picks the colors. In her hands she is holding the different colors and styles that Cascade uses in their braces. She has great fun picking out what colors she'll be wearing for the next year or so.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Snoqualmie Lodge

To celebrate Lance's upcoming gainful employment at Boeing, I took him to breakfast at the Salish Lodge up at Snoqualmie Falls. We had a window table to look at the falls while we ate. They served a four course breakfast, and here are some lovely pictures. The first course was a fruit parfait. Fresh fruit, with strawberry yogurt and granola with an orange brioche. Delish!

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Then came the oatmal with brown sugar. It was to die for, but I forgot to take picture of it. Next came the eggs, bacon, ham, shoestring potatoes and buttermilk biscuits. Hubby loved this round!

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Then came the last course, a pancake. Lance had already finished my parfait, some of my sausage and other stuff along with his own food. He was stuffed. So was I and I think I had only about a fourth of what he ate.
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Here's the lodge, perched on the side of the falls.
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And here is was the view we had.
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It was fun and we had our own room to ourselves for most of the meal as well. Now we're picking up the girls to go to Seattle so Ashley can be casted for a new brace. The fun never ends!

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk!

Good advice, seeing as how there was a LOT of spilled milk here. Ashley, my seven year old doesn't have much use of her right hand. She was valiantly attempting to help me put some groceries away and dropped a plastic gallon of milk in the kitchen. She was devastated and ran crying from the room. I told her she wasn't in trouble at all. Accidents happen and I'd never ever be angry with her for trying to use her hand and help. I felt so badly for her. Here's a picture of the cleanup process. Towels and siblings to the rescue!

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The other kids are great with her and encourage her to stretch and try things. She's a great kid and I admire her for her determination to do things for herself. She's a great example to me. Have I mentioned that I love this littlest angel of mine? Here's a picture of her and the rest of the kids taken with Santa at Christmas.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Sleepless Near Seattle

I should be sleeping, but I can't. Had my back wig out on me this afternoon after I made three pans of enchiladas for dinner tonight. This was after hubby and I ran some errands to Walmart and Costco. We priced trampolines for the kids. I'd really like to get one for our backyard, I know the kids would simply love it. We'll see though. We still haven't gotten that first Boeing paycheck just yet, so we'll hold off for now.

Hubby helped me upstairs so I could rest for a bit. He's such a sweetheart. I'm so lucky to have this man in my life. I don't know why he puts up with me. I slept for a bit, then took more meds and I'm feeling a lot better right now. At least my back isn't spasming at this very minute. Yay me!

We moved the kittens from their comfy big box in our walk in closet, to the downstairs bathroom so they can have more room, learn to eat cat food, learn to use a litter box and make messes so I have to clean them up. Soon they will be weaned and we'll have to find homes for them. Keeping them simply isn't an option. I know one day I'll be the old lady (if I live that long) with the dozen cats, but I'm not there yet.

But is it wrong to want to keep just one of the babies? I want the white one with the gray ears, tail and feeties. Now....how to convince hubby that we need this baby to stay??.....

Monday, March 27, 2006

Wedding YMCA Dance-a-thon!

Here are more pictures of the wedding on Saturday. Here is hubby's Dad, Doug. Can you guess what song everyone was dancing to? It was seriously hilarious to watch everyone cutting loose.

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Here is one of the groom's parents. Does anyone think this woman looks remotely old enough to have a son getting married?

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Here are the grandparents of the groom. Does anyone think that they look old enough to have a grandson getting married?? No, me either.

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And no wedding is complete without an enormous buffet.
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And here's my number one son. Anyone think the boy could use a hair cut? Yes? Well, please tell him that.

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Here is Kathy, mother of the groom, her aunt Janet, aunt Pat and Janet's daughter Keetah in the wheelchair. Wish I had a picture of
them doing the YMCA! It was hilarious!

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Saturday, March 25, 2006

Wedding Day!!

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I had my makeup professionally done, can you tell? My sis in law is a Mary Kay woman, sans the pink caddy as of yet. Hubby took this pic of me on our way to the reception. The wedding and reception were wonderful! Especially as I was on some great muscle relaxants. I never would have made it there without them. Here's a picture of my two youngest dressed in some pink finery for the nuptuals.

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Here's the bride and groom, the groom is doing his Captain Morgain imitation.

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I have tons more pictures, but I'm very tired so I will do it tomorrow. Oh, we're having a family brunch HERE tomorrow as well. Wheeeeeeeee! Sleep? Who needs sleep?

Friday, March 24, 2006

Ouch

I spent three hours at an not so urgent urgent care place this afternoon to be seen for my spine. Three hours. I passed the time by cleaning out my cell phone, removing messages, pixs, whatever that needed to go. That didn't take much time.

Three hours of my life....

I got some meds from it all, but still. That's so long to be in such pain and waiting. Generally I'm a patient person. I really am. I was patient today as well and when I say I was patient, I didn't rip anyone's head off or be rude. It's hard to be mean you're hurting. I knew I couldn't cook dinner tonight so I did the ultimate in no-no's and picked up McDonalds for the kids. They love me more than ever now, of course.

Naturally I've not done a lick of cleaning around here today because I can hardly move. Poor hubby, it's all on him tonight and he's tired. SIL will be here by midnight. I think that's more than enough time, right? ::evil grin::

Now, back to bed to eat more bon bons.

TGIF

The program went well last night and after I finished singing the pianist asked me if she could have a signed copy of my first CD. That was a sweet thing for her to say. I'm glad it's over. The pain in my back disappeared while I was there, and came back when I was done. I love little miracles.

They served Lebanese food for the dinner and it was delicious. I'm not sure I've had Lebanese food before, but I enjoyed it.

Today we will be hosting the House Cleaning Olympiad because my SIL is flying in from Texas for a family wedding this weekend. this should be fun ~~ordering the kids around to do this and that.

This is hubby's last day of work at his pennies-for-work job. He's taking next week off to do some things around the house that need doing and to go skiing one day of course. How could he not? He deserves to have some fun. He's going to go with our neighbor Dan from across the street. Dan will be heading back to Iraq in June. He's a good man. His wife Jenny came with me to the program last night. It was great to have her there with me. I love her and her boys. Her boys are the ones I have every day to watch and they have become mine. Dillon is two and Daniel is five. I'm glad I'll be here with them while their daddy is gone for his year long deployment in Iraq.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Kitten Update

Here is one of the pictures I took of the kittens today. Such fun! I've given them the run of the loft and they are loving their freedom.

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Singing Even More....

A friend from our ward stopped by today to say that her father wasn't doing well and they were putting him in Hospice care. She was supposed to sing a solo thursday night, just as I am. She asked if I would learn her song and sing it as well. So today I'm singing, singing, singing trying to get it right.
This is the song. It's also from Women at the Well.

Foolish Or Wise

Ten virgins fair waiting there
closed doors left five behind
All had been called, but some unprepared

Foolish or Wise

Two sisters serving
the Master's needs
One chose to heed her heart
She sat at His feet and heard every word

The better part

Foolish or wise
real or disguised
every soul free to choose
flesh or divine
foolish or wise

The guilty came judging, accusing her
Their sins turned their hearts to stone
“Go, sin no more” His love implored

the stones fell unthrown

Foolish or wise
real or disguised
every soul free to choose
flesh or divine
foolish or wise

foolish or wise
shadows or light
every soul free to choose
anguish or light
foolish or wise


While I was belting out the song, the Jehovah's Witnesses came knocking on my door. Two young women who've knocked here before. I let them in. We sat talking about scriptures and discovered that one of them, April, had taken Spanish with my Stephanie. Small world. They were nice girls and I know how difficult it is to knock on a stranger's door to speak to them about their faith. I'm sure they'll be back.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Going For The Gold



I am now a finalist in the Back Spasm Olympics. I'm favored to win the gold, if only for the amount of time I've spent training for this event. Yesterday alone I competed in the Can She Put The Apples In Her Cart event at our local grocery store. Although it was touch and go, moan and cry, for a bit, I did manage to finally get the bag of red delicious into the cart. Later, it was the Reach Down To Get Bananas relay. I was stuck at a 45 degree angle for a few seconds, but huffing and grunting like a power lifter, I finally managed to grab the bananas and get myself into an upright position once again. As with any sport, the spectators are key. I had a few of them rooting for me during my training yesterday.

There was the cashier at The Coach House. While rummaging in my purse for my debit card to pay for my purchases, I was suddenly thrust into the Can She Stand For Two More Minutes semi-finals. The clerk looked at my clenched jaw, listened to my low power-training moan and saw my body jerk.

"Are you all right?" she queried.
"I...am...fine" I managed to choke out between clenched teeth. Sheesh, she must not associate with athletic people like me or she'd know I was just fine. I could tell she'd never make the grueling demands of the Back Spasm Olympics. It's not for wussies.

Then I was off to the store to buy some broccoli. Vegetables are quite important for a healthy body, which is how I managed to hang on to my cart with a grip equaled only by super glue and make it to the checkout counter without the broccoli. Standing there, I pondered whether or not I had enough power reserves to maneuver back through the aisles, pick out the vegetable and return to the cashier. Not wanting to over tax my body while in the rigors of training, I explained my situation to the svelte brunette manning the cash register.

"I'm sorry, but could I ask you a favor?"
"Sure"
"I'm having trouble walking right now, and I forgot to grab some broccoli. Would you mind getting it for me?"

She gave me an appraising look and must have pondered what she'd do with me if I fell over in her line and how good that would look for the company.
"Yes, of course. One bunch or two?" she asked.
"Two"

Then she said I could pay now and they would bring the groceries out to me. Thinking that might save my athletic reserves for the upcoming Climbing Into The Van event I knew I was facing, I agreed.

But first I had to win the Can She Make It To Her Vehicle In The Parking Lot event. This isn't a sprinting event, it's more of an endurance test. I caught a break in that there were store fronts I could hold on to for support as I shuffled my way to the parking lot. Once there it became a little trickier for me. There was nothing to hold on to and I admit that the thought of defeat briefly crossed my mind. Briefly. Then I sucked it up, along with some oxycontin and muscle relaxants and bravely forged ahead. Making it to my van seconds ahead of the kid with my groceries, I leaned on my vehicle and tried to take a deep breath. Bad idea. Short, puffed breaths, preferably taken in through clenched teeth is the only way to go during grueling events such as this one. Hyperventilation is your friend. Once I felt my face tingling, I knew I was in the zone.

“Where do you want your groceries, ma'am?” the straight-spined youth asked of me.

I had a good answer for that but figured he was too young for that kind of language and told him to just put them in the back seat.

Then I was alone for my final and most exhausting event of the day. The Van Climb. In the end, all great athletes are alone. They compete against themselves. I am such an athlete. I mentally tossed out the traitorous idea that having a power lift installed to aid me in climbing into my van would be a good idea, I bravely grabbed the steering wheel for leverage and pulled.

Bad idea #2. Never use your arms when your upper back is spasming. It can result in the Super Spasm, which reduces such professionals as myself to simpering, puddles of sobbing protoplasm. I'm human. I'm not ashamed to admit that I succumbed to this urge, but not until I had huffed and puffed and pulled myself into the drivers seat. Then and only then did I let go and my tears were tears of joy.. Every world class athlete has a crew to thank for helping them reach the pinnacle of their career. I'd like to thank Ben & Jerry, Nabisco, McDonald's, Frito-Lay and many others for their contributions over the years. I couldn't have made it without you.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Snowboarding and Skiing at Crystal Mountain

Hubby took Steph and Chris and Steph's friend Jason up to Crystal to ski and snowboard yesterday. Here's a picture phone pic of the view from the ski lifts. Lance said they were very fast, six seaters and were lots of fun.

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This was Stephanie's first time skiing and Lance said she was a natural at it, probably because she inherited his skiing gene. Here she is doing her stuff and on the chair lift.
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Here's Chris on the chair lift.
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And one of him standing in front of the Crystal Mountain signage I believe.
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You may ask what Allison and Ashley and I were doing while the others were having fun in the snow? We had a girls day out! First we had to go to church so I could practice for Women At The Well, then we went to get them haircuts. Here's Allison.
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And here is Ashley.
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Then we met my niece Heather (7 months pregnant!) and her son Jared, my sis Julie and her two girls Jessica and Nicole at the mall. We shopped and then had lunch at Red Robin.

We were planning on going to a movie after we went back to our house to play with the kittens but my back wouldn't cooperate. I kept having some serious spasms so I had to lay down. We compromised by planning on going to the movie on Monday. All in all it was a fun day. Now if my back would just get better.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Blame Bush!

Ok, I don't really. However, it is a catchy lead, eh?

Here is the newest picture behind my back fence. It appears that they have mapped out roads now. Wheeee.

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Kitty Update

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Here is an update on our month old kittens. I took this picture just minutes ago. They are more fun each and every day. I'll be sad to have to give them away.

Better Than Sex!

(Had to put 'sex' in the heading for more hits, according to the Hit Guru. I'm such a lemming)

I told you I was going to bake some green cookies. I am true to my word. And I didn't eat too many of them any of them! Yay me! Now I have five little plates of them ready to take to some friends and families here in da hood.

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Ha. Da Hood. I typed 'da hood'. Like I live in da hood. If my kids see that I typed that I will receive the Eye Roll as well as the MOM YOU ARE SO LAME comment. S'ok. I don't mind being lame. It's my job.

Happy St. Paddy's Day!



Love what Google does for holidays. I didn't remember that it was today, hence the pinching my son gave me. Ouch. Of course he wasn't wearing green either, so we had a pinch fest. I was driving at the time and was at a disadvantage. I lost, of course. He's getting bigger, stronger and taller and I assume I've lost my edge over him in the physical arena.

I am going to go downstairs and make some sugar cookies in a minute and color them green for the kids. They love stuff like that.

I think we may be staying here and not moving after all. I'm happy, however when I mentioned this to my son, who was previously flying high on just having gotten a new snowboarding coat and eaten an entire tub of rice pudding, his face fell and he was in a funk the remainder of our morning together. I hate making him sad. He kept saying that he hates this place. Hates, hates, hates it. I know he has fun here, and has friends here but he still thinks his life is further to the north in Shoreline.

I can't make everyone happy all the time.

Well, off to make cookies and then meet the girls at their elementary school for the bookfair. Cookies to bake, books to buy!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Boeing Called About Michael Jackson Going Hunting With Dick Cheney in Iraq.



Yes, it happened. Boeing called us back, just as they said they would. We're in! Hubby starts back with The Lazy B on March 31. As you may expect, we are very happy with this news.

We'd also like to say that we think it's a good idea for MJ to go hunting with Mr. Cheney. It certainly couldn't hurt.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Boeing Called To Say They Would Call Again

I kid you not. They (and when I say 'they' I mean Sunny Meadows) called from Boeing to say that they would call us tomorrow.

I'm not sure if the call was intended to ratchet up the suspense, but that's the effect it seems to have had on us here in the Land of Limbo. Wheeeeee!

Today I drove up to Seattle in order to pick up hubby's paycheck and carefully deposit it in the bank so as not to bounce our mortgage. We feel it's important not to do that. Bounce the mortgage check, I mean. Bouncing, all on it's on, is just fine. Fun even. Bouncing has it's place. Just not in the financial arena.

I visited with my father for a bit and watched as he chased the kids around and then frightened them with stories of Mr. Floo who lives in his basement and is an enormous ogre type person. When they weren't looking he went downstairs and started rattling a gigantic cow bell around in order to scare them just a bit more. It was highly amusing.

I came home, paid lots of bills because I could, made some phone calls to find out what other bills we owed and paid them as well. I was in a bill paying frenzy, which is not unlike a chocolate induced frenzy but with less caloric intake. Now that I think about it, I haven't had chocolate all day. Heresy! I should be sent to my room.

Not that I'm going to sleep much. You know, it's the whole 'we'll call you tomorrow' thing that's going through my head. I don't think that consuming chocolate will help me at this point.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Bush, Michael Jackson, Oprah and Dick Cheney.

My blog tonight has nothing to do with the title. I was simply informed that those names generated more hits on a collegue's website for his columns. I thought I'd see what happened if I used those names here. Yes, that's me. Baaaaaaaaa!

Today was a nice day except for not being able to wake up and stay awake. It could have something to do with my little one not being able to sleep due to a bad tummy ache. It was either a tummy ache or her desire for more attention. She's my DQ (drama queen). If the girl ever goes into acting for money I'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams. Then again, I can't ignore any symptom she presents, due to her situation in life. (i.e. stroke, seizures, CP) So, I'm left with no sleep. Yay me!

On the other hand, I was able to take a small nap today because my oldest was home and didn't have to go into school until later. It's nice having her here. The weather was beautiful today and I managed to get Wonder Boy to clean up the doggy doo in the back yard, I did a little clean up after he finished and then the kids went out to play there after they got home from school. I am wishing for Spring big time. Summer? Not so much.

I spent a lot of time cleaning up the kitchen, sweeping, vacuuming, washing and shining things up. The more I wash and clean my home, the more I don't want to move and lose it. I love my house. It's large and roomy, it has air conditioning for the very first time (A HUGE thing for me) and the thought of moving again, after only two years is making me feel slighty ill. We had a lot of stuff when we moved here. We've added to it because we needed more furniture to fill this place. Moving now will be 3x the work. Ack.

Then again, they are building mass quantities of homes behind our house and all along the roads out here. Traffic is horrendous now, I can only imagine what it will be like in a few years. I won't be able to drive anywhere due to chronic gridlock.

Can you tell I'm torn? I know my children want to move....most of them anyway.

Ok, time to medicate myself. Where's the ice cream?

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Indianola, Washington

I found my purse! Yay me! And with it, my camera. Here ae some pictures we took this weekend over on the peninsula at hubby's uncle's place in Indianola. The party was for Father in law's 65th birthday. Here is Doug with his kids, Lance and Kathy.

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The beach is a few steps from their home, down some stairs. Here's Allison finding a sea creature that she's not too sure about.

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Below, Allison and Ashley are hugging on the beach. The dock behind them is extremely long and was damaged in that big windstorm we had when we lost power. You can no longer walk to the end if the pier due to the damage it sustained.
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Below is a house that famous glass blower Dale Chihully purchased as a weekend home. Apparently it's in the process of being gutted and remodeled. The house is only two doors down from Bob and Karen's house.
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Below his house is a trampoline that they have for their daughter. My children thought it would be fun for a bounce or several since the Chihully's weren't at home.
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Bob and Karen have a great fire pit outside in their yard where the kids made s'mores and had fun. Below is the fire pit with Allison, Lance, Aunt Judy and Robby.
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On their deck they have a warmer, which was nice as the day was brisk. Here's my lovely daughter Stephanie with her camera. She took a lot of pictures that day.
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All in all it was a wonderful time. Bob and Karen always throw great parties and it's fun to be at the beach. We're planning on spending more time over there this summer. Life is short~~have fun while you can!

One More Thing

Before I go off in search of my purse/camera. Here'a a picture of our dog Cassie in her usual state. She is allowed on the couches in the family room, but not the living room. We do have some standards you know! Wouldn't it be nice to be this relaxed?
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Long Time Gone...

I haven't blogged since Thursday? Amazing.

I will tell you all about yesterday at a family party on the beach where hubby's uncle lives. Such fun! The weather was great and the company was as well. These are incredibly nice people and they always make us feel so welcome.

But first I have to find my purse. Inside my purse is my camera. Inside my camera are pictures of the beach and the party and everything else. I hope my purse didn't get left over there. ::sigh::

So here are some before and after pictures of the cats looking out my bedroom window. Before--with trees. After---not so much.

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Of course now with the extra light you can see how dirty my windows are! Horrible. Don't the cats look unhappy there? I know I am unhappy about losing the forest.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Let It Snow....

Here is what I woke up to this morning.

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Not a lot but it's coming down hard right now. Wheeeeeee!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Deforestation Update Behind Our Home

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They've cut down the forest, scooped out the foilage and swept it into large piles. There were five or six large piles. Now they are grinding them into sawdust.

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Soon the entire area will be bare and ready for them to start the building process.

Couldn't they have left some of the trees standing?

Look What Incest Did!

Did I mention that these adorable kittens are the result of the coupling between siblings? I think I may have done so. At this time the kittens don't appear to be suffering any ill effects from their unfortunate parentage. They're getting bigger, bolder and are now trying to get out of their box. I need to find a bigger box.

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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Singing A Solo Again

I've been asked to sing a solo for a women's meeting at church this month. The evening will include dinner and the theme is Women At The Well. I'll be singing a song about the woman whose faith was so strong that she knew if she could but touch the hem of the Saviour's clothes she would be healed. Here are the words.

CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH
words and music by Linda Kinghorn Leavitt and Kenneth Cope
Arranged by Randy Kartchner


I've suffered much
and given all
For many healers care
but nothing better, only worse
an overwhelming load to bear
Until I'm ready to lay down and die
But from the window I hear this hope filled cry
A Man named Jesus
He's come to heal us
And suddenly, my faith comes alive
If I get close enough to touch
Close enough to heal
Somehow I know, I'll be whole
If I'm close enough
Close enough to feel
His healing power so real
now I believe, there's a miracle for me
If I'm close enough to touch.

I press my way, through the crowd
and touch the Master's clothes
A perfect cure, felt deep inside
He turns to ask
I turn to hide
I'm afraid to reveal what was done
How I called on His power to right this wrong

But this is Jesus,
He's here to heal us
I fall at His feet, and tell Him
I came close enough to touch,
close enough to heal
Faith let me know
I'd be whole
If I was close enough
Close enough to feel
His love for me, so real
I will believe
there are miracles for me
When I'm close enough to touch

As He turns to leave
His eyes seem to say
Just believe
Always believe
That He's close enough to touch.

Tuesday Tuesday

My two youngest are home again today. Fevers, headaches and tummy problems. Each time the Motrin wears off, the fever comes back. Poor things. Ally's headache is the worst. I worry that Ashley will have fever seizures. That fear is never far from the surface of my mind. Generally I don't think about her disabilities, because she's such a normal, average kid. But when she gets sick, it comes to the surface because she tightens up, she postures more, has trouble with her gait and looks like death warmed over. Hopefully this will pass soon.

I got a lovely phone call from an old highschool friend today. Elise, it was wonderful to talk to you. It's been too long. Isn't it amazing how easy it is to lose touch with friends that you used to spend all your time with when you grew up? We had a great group that we hung out with in high school. I talk to most of our gang a few times a year, either online or on the phone. All are married, have kids, some have grandchildren. A lot of them still live in the area, which is nice. We've had some reunion kinds of things, but not for a few years. It might be time to try that again.


I think I shall go bake a cake now. Or perhaps make some brownies. But first, some cleanup of the kitchen is in order. I've got a roast in the slow cooker going for dinner tonight. I put in some cream of chicken soup, onions, garlic and other spices and I'll let that cook all day long. I generally use an onion soup base mix in the pot with the roast, but I didn't have any of that in the pantry. I'm trying to use up a lot of my food in there in case we have to get the house ready for prospective buyers.

Hubby may take a week between jobs so he can work on the house and spend time with me. I like the 'spend time with me' part. We don't get much of that around here.

Well, off to clean and bake and generally be the housewife that I am. Wheeeeeee!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Blogging for the second time today.

Yes, it's a minor miracle. I never (usually) blog twice in the same day. I'm feeling verbose today.

This is the week that we find out if Boeing is giving hubby the nod to be rehired. On Friday he was sent to be medically tested to make certain he can withstand the physical rigors of the job. He passed with flying colors of course. Now we wait....and wait....and wait.

Hubby and I were talking the other night and he said that he thought he should be ecstatic but he still felt overwhelmed because we have so many decisions to make in the coming weeks. Move, not move. Stay or go. Sell, not sell. I'm with him on the feelings. It looks like all four children are lobbying for the move. Hubby is leaning in that direction as well.

I love the boys that I care for during the day. I don't want to leave them. Their dad is shipping out back to Iraq in June and I don't want to leave their mom without someone the children are close to and love. These two little boys are a part of our family. They're like my own babies. So I am conflicted on many fronts.

If we stay here, then we stay here for good. I don't want to move the kids, Chris especially after he's started highschool. He starts this fall. If we move, then we move this summer.

In other news of a better nature, it's Girl Scout cookie time! Yay! Shortbread cookies are my downfall. I...must....resist.

Sunday Sickness

There is tummy flu making the rounds here today. It began last night with my 9 year old curled into the fetal position on my sister's couch while the rest of us were eating the Vietnamese soup. She didn't feel better on the drive home, and feels worse this morning. Tummy and head. Now my youngest feels the same way and hubby is queasy as well.

No church for us today.

Instead, a day of lounging and contemplating and having my son say "Mom! I LOVE that house!" This is the house we looked at yesterday with the stairway that would surely kill me. Here's the link to see what it looks like. He hasn't even been inside the place, yet he wants to move to back to Shoreline so badly that he LOVES this house. He WANTS this house. He NEEDS this house.

He won't be getting it.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

I'm Infamous....or something.

Today we took a drive up to Seattle. Well, ok, mostly today I took a serious nap and then we took a drive up to Seattle. For some reason I could not wake up fully this morning and the mattress sucked me back into bed for two hours. Hubby was fixing Stephanie's truck, the kids were running in and out and bulldozers were doing what bulldozers do, right outside my bedroom window. I can see that it's going to be a very long and loud building time this spring and summer.

But I digress. The kids wanted to go for a drive, so we did. Somehow we ended up in Seattle. My sister wanted to show us these really cool houses for sale on a very busy Seattle street. New construction, enormous back yards, and only three bedrooms. And did I mention the ginormous price tags? These houses were half the size of my current home but cost over a hundred grand more. I'd want to move there....why?.

Then we saw a house that was built in 1947. Large yard, but did I mention tiny, tiny house? Plus, the stairs to the basement would certainly kill me. Very steep, very narrow and very tiny. Again, the price tag was more than our current home. About fifty grand more. Um, no thank you.

I cannot believe we are house hunting. Didn't we just do this two years ago?

At any rate, sister's hubby was nice enough to cook us all dinner tonight. He made a vietnamese soup. Pho? Pha? Something like that. As you can see, I'm very international and know all the names of foreign dishes. Chawww. It was good. Sometime we shall have to go to a real vietnamese place to eat. I haven't had authentic vietnamese food since my vietnamese stalker quit stalking me.

Long story. I'm too tired to go into it right now. Plus, if I did, someone would talk to my sister about it, she would call me and ask me why I have to tell everyone everything on my blog. Apparently there is a gym teacher at my children's former elementary school that keeps up with our family news by reading my columns and now reads my blog. (waves at gym teacher wildly and thanks him profusely for reading) I tell my sister that I don't tell everyone everything in my columns or in my blog. If I did, then I'd have to tell everyone about her nickname and how she got it. Hey gym teacher! Be sure to ask her what CB means, ok? Thanks!

Friday, March 03, 2006

Get Ready For Cute!

Here is the newest pictures of the four kittens.
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They are such fun now since their eyes are open.

Here is Dakota, pretending to be a knick knack on the entertainment center in the loft. I love this cat!

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

More Deforestation

And this is how it looks this afternoon.

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I will say this about the extra light on this side of the house. It certainly shows where I've missed in my cleaning efforts. I may have to get blackout curtains to hide all the dirt again. I was much more comfortable with it that way. It didn't bother me and I pretended not to notice it. It was a win win.

Pimp My Crutches

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It's been an eventful week here in my little corner of the world. The picture is now what I see out of my bedroom window now that the trees are gone. The logs have been hauled away by logging trucks and now there are machines pushing all the debris into big piles. I wonder if they are going to burn them? I better make sure I've got marshmallows on hand for the big barbecue!

My son injured himself. Again. This time we thought he'd broken his foot skateboaring. After the requisit expensive doctor visit and the even more expensive x-rays of his foot, it was deteremined that he'd merely sprained it.

"Oh boy! Now I can go skating this weekend!"
"No, you can't. Crutches for at least a week and no snowboarding or skating for three weeks or more"

Thank goodness it was the doctor telling him that and not me. As his parent I have no credibility in anything important. Oh, I'm fine for cooking and chauffering around, but anything else isn't in the picture. I'm waiting till he's 20 and realizes that he doesn't actually know everything. I want to be there to see the light dawn on his face.

It's only been three days and already my macho son has decided that the crutches aren't necessary. A freind told me I should pimp out his crutches to make them more acceptably cool to use. It's an idea.