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So so not so good news, my husband came home yesterday with the results of his at work heath assessment and it says that he has high cholesterol and high(as in diabetic high) sugar levels. So how dose he celebrate this ….he eats the rest of his pringles and to counter the salty taste eats a few double chocolate crunch treats. I just stared at him with my mouth agape shaking my head.

      Our car had been running hot for about two weeks now. We had changed the thermostat, we changed the water pump. Still any trip we took was over shadowed with multiple stops on the side of the road to cool down and refill with water. My husband looked under the hood and noticed a small but steady stream of water shooting out. Ah ha. It seemed as if we had finally found our culprit, one of the freeze plugs had started to leak. Problem was it wasn’t in an easy spot nor were we sure how to get it out without messing up something bigger. Well my father is a pretty good mechanic so we decided before spending any more money we would have him just take a look at it and tell us the best coarse of action. So yesterday we went by so he could look at it and give a little advice. It was cold so the kids and I went inside. I figured it would take maybe a few minutes and then we would spend some time socializing and be home in time to make supper and get kids off to bed. About ten minutes later they both come in with greasy hands and a small round metal piece. “We’ll be back in just a minute.” My dad announced to everyone in the living room. I asked, “Where are you going?” , “And why are your hands so messy?”. “We just went ahead and got the piece out. It shouldn’t take but just a few minutes.” With that I got a kiss on the head and out the door they went. They were back in about ten minutes so I thought this was going to go fast, not a problem. I sat back down for more conversation. We had arrived at about two and it was only two thirty or so. But as the conversation went on …and on. I started to notice that I was getting hungry. The kids had already had cookies, so I glanced at the clock, it was 4:00. I went to look outside to check the progress. The car was gone. I checked a few minutes later it was back. Great, I thought, that was the test run and we are almost done. Nope. Two hours later and about fifteen “Where’s the car at checks?” later and the kids were starving and getting starting to climb the walls. Marie, my dad’s wife, jumped up and grabbed some mac-n-cheese and some hot dogs and feed the restless natives. I went outside to see what was going on. “We got it!” My husband said. And so they did. After the longest few minutes ever we had a fixed car and feed kids. The moral is never think two men can get under the hood of a car and it really be just a few minutes.

When I started this thing I told my kids that they would be making cameos throughout it. I was met with the “Are you serious mom?” from my fifteen year old daughter. “Cool, but don’t tell anything embarrassing.” from the eleven year old. And a very clear “Whatever.” from the six year old. Fast forward two blogs later (and believe me they checked what was said each day) the six year old was sitting at the dinner table acting like he was high on sugar when, after numerous calm down’s, he turned to me and said, “Mom you can write about this in your blog.” I found it cute so here you are Collin. 

On another issue, I was doing good all day until about an hour or so after supper, I started to get that feeling. You know the one, that frog in the throat, face tightening headache, with a hint of a runny nose. Yep I was getting sick. It was like some epic movie when the hero(you would think I think very highly of myself) finds out that he’s to late so he falls on his knees yelling into some empty void “NOOOoooo….” This can’t be happening. I am the mom. I can’t be getting sick. Do you have any idea what I have to get done through out a day. My husband saw me in a daze in the middle of the room and asked “Baby, you OK.” “No.”, I answer flatly, “But I plan on getting better so.” I head for the medicine cabinet. No, more headache meds. No more vitamin C. Not even an orange. Seeing the panic starting to ensue in the expression on my face my wonderful husband says, “Why don’t you just take one of my Advil Congestion pills. It even haves something for your headache.” This may not sound like much but I can’t even take a full dose of children’s allergy meds. So I just gave him a look. You know the one. “Look, it didn’t do anything for me so maybe it would work great for you.” At this time I was noticing that I was feeling worse so I ate a piece of bread and took it with some milk. This was suppose to put something on my stomach and keep the side affects down.  Fifteen minutes later and I was giggling at how my husband’s Fable3 character was blacksmithing. “Are you feeling better?”, he asked. I don’t think so but the good thing is I don’t think I care. He had to help me out of the chair to go to bed. So no I can’t take Advil Chest Congestion, that is not and do anything but drool on myself.

So yesterday was the first day back to school after the Christmas break. I spend the day before that saying the same things that most mom’s say like “I can’t wait for school to be back in session.” or “School is tomorrow, yea!”. Then my wonderful daughter said something that got me thinking, “Hey mom, why can’t they start school like an hour later? I mean we have to get up so early and it kinda sucks.” After telling her to watch her mouth about saying “sucks” around her little brother I got to thinking. That does suck. I was so excited about the kids getting back in school so I could actually get something done that I didn’t take into account that I have to get up at 5:30 in the morning. OK it’s more like 5:35 but still. I like sleep. Needless to say the next morning was full of moans and groans and one of Gavin”s well known clothing issues. 

I had Gavin pick his clothes out the night before, like usual, but they were new pants and were a bit to big. I suggested that he just wear a belt. He liked them then and put them on the desk to wear in the morning. Gavin is very particular about how his clothing fits. So knowing this I went behind him and put his other older pair of pants on his dresser. When the morning for school came and I was met with the “Mom I really don’t like these.” I was able to reply with, “Your other ones are on your dresser.” He smiled and gave me a big hug telling me, “Your the best mom.” 

I do so love when he says things like that. I wish that I could record him because he is the one that I argu with the most. The little things that keep them from being sold to the gypsies.

Yes it’s a wild idea but we all have wild ideas right. Go on you can admit it. Problem is that we never go through with them, admittedly not all wild ideas should be gone through with but every once in a while you just have to go for it. So here we go.

A little about myself. No I do not live on a clouded mountain top nor do I walk around in glowing white robes. I do however manage a very insane household with a husband and three children two dogs and four cats. And I am most days in sweat pants and the closest tee shirt I can find. But to keep MY house a drift is nothing short of miraculous. Let’s get more in depth. I am the mother of a six year old named Collin that thinks he’s Zeus himself. Smart, creative, demanding and has the “now” type mentality down to an art. Then there is the eleven year old, Gavin, creative, loving, very inventive and can never be wrong. You know the type, and chances are that you have one of this type at home. And last but not least the fifteen year old, Alexis. She is smart, funny, writes stories and poems, she has a talent for computer art and for driving me crazy. Let us not forget the 80 lb. german shepherd, the 15 lb but thinks he’s 80 lb peek-a-poo, a ten year old grumpy female cat, two very over weigh male cats and a wacked out female stray we took in about a year ago. My poor husband is a true gem. He came into our lives only four years ago and was completely fooled into staying. And some of the things that I drag him into … well let’s just say he is a brave man. I know I just started this today but I must tell you about this past weekend.

Now for Christmas my husband got himself , yes himself, a remote control airplane/helicopter (it does both). And after spending all day in town with the kids, which by the way we NEVER do, we arrive home. After everyone is ushered inside and after everything is put away and looks at me then looks around at the floor as if he is making sure that there isn’t anything else to put up. “So that looks like that’s all.” Smiling he’s heads for the new toy he has. With the up most care he takes it out, making sure every wing is just right. Like a kid on Christmas day he runs outside only to return two minute later with a boo boo lip. “What’s wrong?” “I got it stuck in a tree.” My husband is very good at fixing things that another people might find down right impossible, so when he told me it was no big deal and that he would have it out in a minute I assumed nothing less. (assume is such a tricky word isn’t it) So him and a close friend head back outside to retrieve the plane. A while later I noticed they hadn’t came back in and it was getting dark. And did I mention it was raining at this point too. I went to look outside but before I could they came in. They walked pass me talking about making a soft tipped arrow to shot it out of the tree. “Can you pull Tyler’s truck close to it and use a broom instead?” I suggested. They both stopped and looked at me as if they were dogs hearing a high pitched noise. Then my husband said “No, it’s like fifty feet in the air. We’ve been trying to hit it with the football. I’m just going to try again tomorrow.” I let it go not really giving it a second thought until the next day. We got up, had breakfast and went outside to retrieve the (not cheap by the way) toy. It was really cloudy and I was looking around everywhere trying to see where it was at. “It’s up there.” he said. “Where? I don’t see it?” He turned and pointed to the tallest pine in the yard, “Up there.” Holy s**t it really was like fifty feet in the air. I pulled a folding chair and had a seat. I wanted to see how he was gonna get this thing down. He grabbed the football and began throwing it back and forth. He’s no spring chicken and has a bad back so I was wondering how long this was going to last. After about ten minutes of throw, walk to go get it and throw it back the other way he looked at me rubbing his shoulder. “There’s got to be another way… I’ve