January 27, 2009

Getting ready...

I can't believe Jeff and I have been married for 9 1/2 years. It feels like a lifetime, but like it was just yesterday, all at the same time. Next week we are going on a 7 day Caribbean Cruise to celebrate 10 years. I am so excited.

Joe is coming into town to watch the kids while we are gone. It will be the first time that we have left the kids for a significant amount of time. I'm a little worried about Josie. She is so sensitive. She never went to Nursery without a fight. We finally got her to go to Sunbeams about 9 months ago because she loved her teacher, and then they changed teachers on her. She came running out of the classroom screaming with tears running down her face! (And when she cries it breaks my heart; her face gets all red and splotchy!) She will probably cling to Jakob the entire time we are gone.

I feel so busy with everything I need to do before we leave. Clean house, add Joe to the Emergency Contact lists at the schools, make a list of routines and important info for Joe, pack; the list goes on. Oh, and I'm getting my very first wax, (I'm not going to mention where!) ow!

January 22, 2009

When did furniture become play ground equipment?

The couch cushion has been turned into a slide. The pillows, a trampoline. Back of the couch, climbing wall. Blankets form elaborate forts. And don't forget the trail of "stepping stones" going from one end of the house to the other in order to avoid the lava that has leaked into our house by some unknown source.

The more I put it away, the more it comes out. So, it stays out. One day I'll be wondering why my house is so clean (except for Jeff's stuff, of course ;O). I think that I will be sad on that day.

January 21, 2009

How did I get there...

Have you ever been busy with something and all of a sudden your thinking of something completely off the wall.
Yesterday I was doing some "spring cleaning" (I'm in denial of the cold); I was cleaning the walls. I realized that I was thinking of Indiana Jones. I had no idea how I got there. I retraced my thought "steps". Here is how it went:

-while cleaning I saw a cob web
-thought of spiders
-then, that icky scene in "The Temple of Doom" when the girl is walking through the tunnel with her feet making crunching sounds
-I wonder if they'll make another Indiana Jones movie...

If you ever wonder what is going on in my brain when I get that "far off look", now you know it isn't that interesting.

January 20, 2009

Where were you when...

A few weeks after September 11Th, I had lunch with my in laws. My Father-in-law, Jim, asked me if I remembered where I was, what I was doing, and what I was wearing the day the Twin Towers came down. I did remember, and I always will, that I was wearing my pajamas, watching it live on the TV in the home I was house sitting, with my 1 year-old son on my lap.

My father-in-law went on to tell me that he will never forget where he was and what he was wearing the day that JFK was assassinated.

As I was remembering this conversation today, I was thinking about another day in History that I will never forget. As much as I worry about the state of our country and what impact today will have on our lives, I will, none the less, always remember where I was the day Obama became President of the United States. Let's hope he doesn't make things worse than they are...

The Start...

I have had the overwhelming urge to start a Blog this week. It could have something to do with a talk that was given on Sunday. She spoke on genealogy and the importance of Journal writing. Being as wonderful as I am at keeping a Journal; oh, wait, I'm not!

I think the last time I wrote in a Journal it was called a Diary and I was scrawling out my words so fast that nobody could read them anyway. The subject; Al Burbano, my current "puppy love" interest. (Chrissy, if you are reading this, I must confess that I had a thing for your hubby back in 8Th grade! But, you probably already new that.)

So, in the interest of future posterity learning about the meager activities of my life, here I go, starting the "Journal" that can never be erased or weathered with time. Until the world blows up, taking all the computers and Internet with it.