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Back in July, we went over to Carter Caves, where my parents were camping. While we were there, we took my niece to the swimming pool and played around there for a couple of hours. Now, my question is.. will I have any friends left if I admit that I just got around to handwashing my bathing suit tonight?
I woke up with a sore throat this morning but I think (hope!) it's because we ran the bleach-soaked humidifier last night. It's either that or I'm finally getting Elizabeth's cold. If I do end up sick, then I have to say that I deserve it. I played with her at Christmas knowing that she had a cold, and then, to tempt fate, I had her close by most of New Year's Day as well. They're just so irresistable at that age. It's so hard to imagine that one day, we're going to be telling her to "get down!" and "stop that!" and "don't hit your sister!" like we do the rest of the kids.
Speaking of which, Elizabeth's older brother, Devon (age five), says some of the funniest things. We were laughing at him on Saturday because M reached out from behind and threw Brad's hood over his head. When Brad turns around, M blames it on Devon, who was also sitting there. Everyone, including Brad, knew who had really done it.. they were just goofing around. Devon started protesting that he hadn't done it, but both M and Brad started telling him that he had. He kept giggling and saying no.. until Brad said that he knew he had just jumped up there, fast as Spiderman, and then sat back down. That's when Devon stopped giggling and said, "okay!" It was really funny.. the child has a serious Spiderman fetish. (I told him once that he would turn into Spiderman if he would eat all of his chicken. I felt a little bad when he believed me.) This is the same kid who, at age four, told his grandfather (halfway through a plate of cinammon toast) that he really shouldn't be eating that much sugar, and also the same kid who hugged his mommy and said, "ahh, the touch of a mother's love." I'm not kidding, he's hilarious when he comes up with this stuff.
The funniest thing he's done recently, though, was inform the family that his sister Alex (age seven) is such a crybaby. (This is, to be fair, not altogether untrue.) They ask him why he would say that, and he says woefully, "She cries all the time. She cries when I hit her, or when I push her down, or when I throw my pop on her..." *giggle* Kids are so funny.
I would like to take this opportunity to say that my husband is the most wonderful husband in the history of husbands. Do you know what that prime hunk of (testosterone-and-meatloaf-based) manflesh did this week? He put new wiperblades on my car. I think this probably sounds like something that is not so supremely cool, but some moron had put double blades on it before, and they also didn't work all that well, so he replaced them with the default single blades, all fresh and new, and they glide like silk across the windshield. (I wish I had less opportunity this week to find that out, actually, but beggars can't be choosers.) It is.. and I don't use the word lightly.. downright sexy to see them swipe along the glass without a shard of resistance.
I'm not sure that paragraph was a great enticement to married life, was it? But you have to understand that the windshield wipers on my first car were SO BAD That they were DIGGING INTO THE GLASS. Seriously. Rain removal is not something to be taken lightly, you know. I can give up a little romance for the wiper love.
After ages of prep work, and months of it being on my to-do list since I'm the one that does all the paperwork in the household, M's citizenship application, along with all related documentation and two photos that make him look like he just got out of prison, is now ready to be mailed. It's sealed and addressed and fattened up with a $390 check, and off it goes to Texas as soon as we can get to the post office. We could have submitted everything as early as last July, we found out at the last interview we went to (to remove the conditions), but somehow it just didn't happen. It's kind of weird because we've been anxiously awaiting this last step, but now that it's here we've put it off for half a year. I think it was just the lure of not worrying about immigration for a little while that did us in. We've been in the process of some sort of immigrations procedure since March of 2000. For once, we didn't have anything going on for the next ten years or so, so it was good to just breathe a little. It's been wearing away at me lately, though, so I'm extremely relieved to get it over with and ready. *crosses fingers that everything is properly in order*
FYI: The exercise bike and I have gone fifteen miles in the last three days. I have created an appropriately nerdy spreadsheet for the year. I have also almost cut out the pop, which makes me want to cry. (I've been at less than one can per day this week.) Here's hoping that the progress lasts for longer than three days. ;)
I need a free virus checking program as those cheeky AVG people have decided that no one runs Win2000 Server in a home environment and therefore we do not qualify for their new version (I HATE it when companies do stuff like that.) And a 2005 calendar. I usually end up with a stack of them, but this year the only one we got was a pretty one from M's parents, which will go by his desk instead of mine because I can't read them very well with Monday being the first day of the week. International calendars.. something that the average household doesn't have to worry about, huh?
I woke up with a sore throat this morning but I think (hope!) it's because we ran the bleach-soaked humidifier last night. It's either that or I'm finally getting Elizabeth's cold. If I do end up sick, then I have to say that I deserve it. I played with her at Christmas knowing that she had a cold, and then, to tempt fate, I had her close by most of New Year's Day as well. They're just so irresistable at that age. It's so hard to imagine that one day, we're going to be telling her to "get down!" and "stop that!" and "don't hit your sister!" like we do the rest of the kids.
Speaking of which, Elizabeth's older brother, Devon (age five), says some of the funniest things. We were laughing at him on Saturday because M reached out from behind and threw Brad's hood over his head. When Brad turns around, M blames it on Devon, who was also sitting there. Everyone, including Brad, knew who had really done it.. they were just goofing around. Devon started protesting that he hadn't done it, but both M and Brad started telling him that he had. He kept giggling and saying no.. until Brad said that he knew he had just jumped up there, fast as Spiderman, and then sat back down. That's when Devon stopped giggling and said, "okay!" It was really funny.. the child has a serious Spiderman fetish. (I told him once that he would turn into Spiderman if he would eat all of his chicken. I felt a little bad when he believed me.) This is the same kid who, at age four, told his grandfather (halfway through a plate of cinammon toast) that he really shouldn't be eating that much sugar, and also the same kid who hugged his mommy and said, "ahh, the touch of a mother's love." I'm not kidding, he's hilarious when he comes up with this stuff.
The funniest thing he's done recently, though, was inform the family that his sister Alex (age seven) is such a crybaby. (This is, to be fair, not altogether untrue.) They ask him why he would say that, and he says woefully, "She cries all the time. She cries when I hit her, or when I push her down, or when I throw my pop on her..." *giggle* Kids are so funny.
I would like to take this opportunity to say that my husband is the most wonderful husband in the history of husbands. Do you know what that prime hunk of (testosterone-and-meatloaf-based) manflesh did this week? He put new wiperblades on my car. I think this probably sounds like something that is not so supremely cool, but some moron had put double blades on it before, and they also didn't work all that well, so he replaced them with the default single blades, all fresh and new, and they glide like silk across the windshield. (I wish I had less opportunity this week to find that out, actually, but beggars can't be choosers.) It is.. and I don't use the word lightly.. downright sexy to see them swipe along the glass without a shard of resistance.
I'm not sure that paragraph was a great enticement to married life, was it? But you have to understand that the windshield wipers on my first car were SO BAD That they were DIGGING INTO THE GLASS. Seriously. Rain removal is not something to be taken lightly, you know. I can give up a little romance for the wiper love.
After ages of prep work, and months of it being on my to-do list since I'm the one that does all the paperwork in the household, M's citizenship application, along with all related documentation and two photos that make him look like he just got out of prison, is now ready to be mailed. It's sealed and addressed and fattened up with a $390 check, and off it goes to Texas as soon as we can get to the post office. We could have submitted everything as early as last July, we found out at the last interview we went to (to remove the conditions), but somehow it just didn't happen. It's kind of weird because we've been anxiously awaiting this last step, but now that it's here we've put it off for half a year. I think it was just the lure of not worrying about immigration for a little while that did us in. We've been in the process of some sort of immigrations procedure since March of 2000. For once, we didn't have anything going on for the next ten years or so, so it was good to just breathe a little. It's been wearing away at me lately, though, so I'm extremely relieved to get it over with and ready. *crosses fingers that everything is properly in order*
FYI: The exercise bike and I have gone fifteen miles in the last three days. I have created an appropriately nerdy spreadsheet for the year. I have also almost cut out the pop, which makes me want to cry. (I've been at less than one can per day this week.) Here's hoping that the progress lasts for longer than three days. ;)
I need a free virus checking program as those cheeky AVG people have decided that no one runs Win2000 Server in a home environment and therefore we do not qualify for their new version (I HATE it when companies do stuff like that.) And a 2005 calendar. I usually end up with a stack of them, but this year the only one we got was a pretty one from M's parents, which will go by his desk instead of mine because I can't read them very well with Monday being the first day of the week. International calendars.. something that the average household doesn't have to worry about, huh?
