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Bad blogger...

yes, that's what I've been. I've let a lot of time go past without writing anything here.

In my defense, I have been busy and secondly, I've been busy. Did I mention the busy?

Our basement has flooded. Flooded again. Then it kept raining so it kept flooding. We've been pumping it out for days. It fills up, we empty it out, lather, wash, flood, repeat. We've been searching online for plans for an Ark. I think that would make a splendid DIY project, don't you?

I've been busy taking my Alli out of school and putting her into an online school that she can do from home. Now, before you tell me I'm insane and I'm going to socially stunt my third child thereby creating a defective human being, let me say this to you:






And also, she asked to do this, we're not forcing her. In other words--this is HER choice. I think it's a good one for her at this point. Her school is not an environment conducive to kids that actually have values. It's very sad.

Also, she's on crutches and wearing a knee brace. Her MRI is scheduled. She may have torn her meniscus. (sound familiar?)

Soooo, let's see. My two oldest are in college, my third is in an online school and my fourth child is pouting because SHE wants to do online schooling too so she doesn't have to get up in the morning. In her mind, this is a HUGE perk. There are many mornings when I would completely agree with her. She's NOT a morning person. Come to think of it, none of us really are that chippy in the morning.

I've been Interpreting and teaching up a storm, burning obscene amounts of fossil fuels and spent one day trapped in Puyallup because my alternator died. Alli was with me and my brother came to the rescue. In the meantime, Alli and I (due to her lack of Ipod) spent time communicating. It was a wonderful experience and I would like to thank my defunct alternator for arranging this time alone with my beautiful girl.

And so, there you have it. Pumping water, jumping through institutional hoops, putting miles on the vehicle, cooking meals, cleaning, walking dogs, working and making sure the medical community gets an enormous amount of our income and going to the gym five times a week. (Yeah, hush. I know you can't tell. I don't want to hear about it)

And now...I have a Spanish class to teach so I'd better run.

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  1. Nice to have you back.
    Can you do my blog for me? I don't seem to find the time.

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  2. Anonymous11:54 AM

    hola mi amiga!

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