Whoah!

Yes, I know, time is funny that way. Thought I'd suck you back in with a lovely story of this past Memorial Day weekend. The weekend actually begins last week as the the kids and I have been suffering a horrible cold for at least that long. Add in the weather pressure yo-yo changes and it was moment to moment to see if at least I was Dr. Jekyll or Mrs. Hyde. Lucky Husband!

After a whirl-wind Friday of school, Field Day, tumbling, lunch and ballet rehearsal we jump started Saturday with Sweet Pea's first ballet performance! She looked so tiny and like a big girl at the same time!

Sunday was a a day of rest, literally, or so I thought. I gathered an appetizer for a family get together only to have my dashboard lights go out, on and off, on the way, most of which was the highway. The car died at our destination. Poor Husband had to travel back and forth to home after installing a new battery. My cold was at a high once again and limited my enjoyment capabilities......Although it was slightly alleviated by the bacon wrapped, marinated scallops. Delish Bro-In-Law!

Thinking that I'd gotten over the worst of things on Monday, I was immediately corrected. The kids were awesome, but 99% of the time, they are. They waited patiently while Mommy mowed the lawn and Daddy and his buddy tried to install a new alternator......After 2.5 hours, the attempt had been made to replace it, but the car had to be put back together as the necessary tools were not on hand. Of course, Mommy had asked Daddy if he wanted to go on-line pre-attempt to see if it was too difficult at home, but "No". .......Great....Call it stroke luck, guidance of God, or what, but a car repair shop was open and could fix the dang thing before they closed. $550 later, although our planned rib dinner was ruined, we enjoyed Mickey D's (well the kids did) and steak and chili relleno tacos, and my vehicle was fixed. Ribs were put on hold until Wednesday. During this alternator fiasco, I decided to improve my beauty with a large welt from the lawn mower bag on my shin. Additionally, the "dog Poop" bag decided to run into the mower, right by our patio. Lovely. Luckily I was slightly smart enough to stop the mower - I had to the bag was wrapped around the blades and choked out the motor. So now, I had to clean out the bag, clean off the mower and still mow the remaining 90% of the lawn.......oh what a long, long day.

There's so much more to tell, but I won't blow it all at once......

Cyclic Angst for Change

Having lived in my home for the past ten years, I typically am overcome with a wave of needing, wanting, spastically having to move at least once a year. It appears t be cyclical. I love my house (mostly), my neighbors, the school, but I can't get away from the pull of my home town calling me to come home. The call was whispering even when I moved into my condo with my Husband in the mid 90's. Husband's affirmation last year, that yes, we should've originally moved their when we moved from the condo was a teeth gnasher that I have yet to come to terms with.

With Husband recuperating from surgery, and half a million things off of his plate, we fell into the discussion of 'the move'. I, apparently, have many, many things to do before we consider moving. My list includes cleaning out all the crap out of the garage. There's plenty of it. All baby stuff, old toys, children's clothes, just a ton of things. I had a sale last spring and made $200. Not bad, but oh so much more now. Go through the utility room and purge much like the garage. Oh, and also go through the cabinets and purge. Also on the list is painting the living room/dining room, upstairs hall and hall up the stairs. Oh, and the trim and doors too. Oy!

Husband wants to carpet the living room/dining room, stairs and upstairs hall. Good bye tax refund. Also on his list is re-doing both upstairs bathrooms. Ugh. But of course he has to recuperate first. I think I can do it though. Floors, vanities, sinks and paint. Can't be that hard can it?! Did you miss the "S" on my shirt?

With finally dropping the hope for returning to school for now, I feel like a child who's sadness with one thing has had her attention turned to something bright, shiny and pretty in the form a new home. Even if we never move, at least we get the benefit of enjoying newer stuff.

I'm Here, No Really I Am

Well, I actually had to read my last posting to see where I left off. Turns out, I had a long list to do. I still do, but perhaps the want to move is waning. ::shrug:: It will be what it will be, or was meant to be. I forgot about that. In the many months since I've written the sliding door has been replaced and the kitchen, dinette area and hall have been painted and somewhat redecorated.

Husband is home for the next 4-5 months, I'm thinking maybe even more, but we'll see. He had a torn rotator cuff repaired early last month. Four weeks to the day in fact. I have more responsibilities added to my daily 'to do' list. (This means the classes that I signed up for have been blown away and I can't catch up if I tried - I blame myself for that one). That includes being a chauffeur to and from physical therapy, garbage woman, mostly cooking, cutting up food (if I have a lapse and forget he can't cut with a knife), picking up dog doo (oh wait, I do that already) and being a personal cheerleader. Add that to chauffeuring Sweet Pea to school, ballet on Mondays, groceries, Handsome gets tumbling on Fridays, and some other un-fun parts of having a Husband that can almost do what he needs to...but needs just a bit of assistance from wife (bathing - which when one thinks about it it can be VERY naughty....let me help you are here by saying it's not). I am grateful I can leave the kids with him to grocery shopping and to head out with the girls.

Speaking of which, I'm ecstatic to be part of my girlfriend's Dream Team Bridal Party. She purchased her dress a few weeks ago and I get to go dress shopping with the girls in April. Will keep you posted as to the activities when they occur. ( I know, right......) This is important to me because this is a wedding I was not forced to be in, such as my Brothers'. It's not the same feeling when you have to, or are automatically included, because it's family. I feel so chosen! Ha!

I'm assuming you're going to ask what my next step is and I've already started the Couch Potato to 5K running plan and I believe I am on week 4. After a bout of stomach flu and Influenza A, I lost 10 pounds in January and reached my goal weight! ........ and then gained back 5..... I could not eat for about a month. I'm blaming the gym for that one, but I am still going as now I have this all important wedding to shine up for.

Oh, big first fore me, I just learned how to insert a link! Weee!