It's like this...

My poor Ally. While her daddy was mowing the front lawn she jumped on a scooter that had been left here by her brother's friend. I was inside finishing up the kitchen, so I wasn't there to tell her she needed a helmut. The next thing I know, she's coming in the house with her face covered in blood and screaming like crazy. Ouch. After a visit to the urgent care clinic we found that her front teeth are a bit loose, she has a concussion and her face is skinned up, but her nose isn't broken. No broken bones, thank heavens.

We've been wanting to paint our kitchen for the past two years. It's taken us a long time to figure out what color we wanted. We hit upon one and yesterday after work, hubby prepped and painted. I hated it. It was supposed to be cobalt blue. It seems a good idea at the time. We have some cobalt blue crystal that we keep at the back of the sink. It might grow on me. It might not.

While listening to the radio as I made dinner last night, I heard a little blurb about a planned activity on Wednesday (tomorrow) at my daughter's high school. I just caught the end of the announcment, so I didn't have all the details, but what I did have scared me to death. No, it wasn't a bake sale or a pep rally or a car wash. A boy was going to randomly shoot and kill students . I would have preferred a car wash.

Or at least it feels like that sometimes. Let's run down my day, shall we? Got up at five to wake up Stephanie. Woke Chris up at 5:20 and re-woke Stephanie. I did this three more times until both teenagers finally became vertical. While they were getting ready and showering, I made my bed and cleaned our bathroom. I made chocolate chip pancakes for Chris, per his request. It wasn't really a request per se, it was more of a grumble that we had no food in the house and would I make him some pancakes with chocolate chips in them. He came down and ate, Stephie came down and ate a yogurt and I finished loading the dishwasher from last night and cleaned up the rest of the kicthen and hustled them out the door to seminary and school. Then I put a load of towels on to wash and went to wake Ally and Ashley. Ashley was already awake but Ally was still snoozing away. She's easy to get moving in the morning, it's usually with Ashley that I have problems. I've poured wa...

It only took two muscle relaxants, 800mgs of Ibuprofen and a pain killer for me to climb into our van and drive to Indianola. Ah, the marvels of medicine. Even with all that in my system, every bump in the road made me wince. After awhile things kicked in and I started to feel better. Janet's 50th birthday party was a lot of fun. We missed the pet parade, even though we'd taken the three kittens with us. We had hopes of someone adopting one or all, but no such luck. Here is the kitten named Rufus, sitting on the stage looking cute. Ann, FIL's friend, kept one kitten tucked into her vest as she walked around the room. Lot's of ooohs and ahhhhs from people, but no takers. Here she is with Uncle Dan in the foreground. Wild dancing began later in the evening and here I am snapping a picture of Aunt Judy. My wee Ashley decided that since no one was sitting at this table, the candles must be blown out. All in all, a good time was had even though no kittens were adopted...

Ah yesssssss. The weekend is nearly upon us. I managed to make it to the gym this morning, despite my aching head. It was a good workout and I feel better for having done it instead of laying in bed as I wanted to do. Ally felt better so I sent her to school. We're going to Indianola later this afternoon. It's hubby's Aunt's fiftieth birthday party. It's a surprise party. And we're supposed to bring our animals. No, really. We were invited to bring all our furry creatures to participate in a pet parade before the catered dinner. We're not taking our dog Cassie. She tends to get carsick. She's also afraid of water. No, we don't think she's a real dog either. What we will be bringing are the three remaining kittens. I'm hoping some pet lover there will take one of these clawing, spitting, pooping beasts fall in love with them and take them home. If all else fails I will station my girls at a grocery store door and have them off...

I've always known my son was talented, but I had no idea of the depth of his abilities. Tonight he snorted his birthday cheesecake out his nose. No, really. He did. If there are any talent scouts out there reading this blog, and you're looking for someone who can shoot New York style cheesecake out his nose, he's your man. The only friend he had over tonight was Jobe. I'm not sure why he didn't want more of his pals over for pizza and cheesecake. Since it was his fifteenth birthday, who was I to say he had to invite more people? Jobe said something that triggered the cheesecake-through-nose response. I heard everything Jobe said and yet I managed to maintain my cheesecake in my mouth where it belonged. At any rate, I have a picture of him with his cheesecake before he did the unthinkable with it. Let's hope he develops a more marketable skill in the coming year.