My New Favorite Site

It's called "There, I Fixed It".

Here's some real jewels from the site.



Because sometimes you just can't find a bra...
undies should do. So wrong, in so many ways.

Niiiiiiice. Bet your wheelchair is going to be
more expensive than a real diving board.



Come-on. PVC pipes aren't that expensive.
Isn't that a snowcone syrup bottle?
I'm not eating snowcones anymore.



This is what happens when a tired Mom BBQs.
There IS a reason men are in charge of it.

I was wrong.

I previously posted that Curt and I had the best date night ever, but I was wrong.

We had the best date night while celebrating a friend's birthday last night. It may be that it was just a different type of date night.

Curt and I played paintball with a large group of friends. There were a few moments in a couple of games that we found each other and were backing each other up. It felt good to support my "Eternal Sidekick" and while he was shooting around a corner, I was kneeling down by his side shooting those who were aiming at him. The best moment was when I was guarding his back and I saw someone sneak around a corner to get him from behind and I shot them. There was such joy in knowing that I'd just saved him from getting hit.

We also related it to marriage. Even though we are on the same side and trying to protect our family and each other from the pains of this life; bruises and welt will happen, we need to forgive and with the Lord's help, we can heal. Curt and I have been "healing" lately and this night is what we needed. We have truly become grateful for one another and our little family.

Curt was also telling me last night about how much respect he has now for those who are fighting for this country. Can you imagine being in this situation knowing that the bullets were real and could take your life? If you ever forget what they are up against, go play some paintball and I think you may get a small idea.

I know that Curt and I would love to and probably will go again.

Thanks Kimmie and Happy Birthday.

Schooooooooool

Ah! That wonderful, magical word. Let it roll off your tongue. Schooooooooooooool. So lovely.

Sadly, I don't have any photos of the first day of school. Aaron had been playing with the Wii and left the SD card inside. He also left my camera somewhere and doesn't remember where that "somewhere" is!

The kids both have male teachers and that's something that I'm grateful for.
Alyssa is in 5th grade. She said that her teacher is patient with her and is encouraging her to talk. (see my other blogpage)

Aaron is in 6th grade! (I know... already?!?!?) Aaron really likes his teacher and says that he is nice. He has already told them of the expectations he has for them. Aaron's planning ahead for next year. He has told me that he wants to go to a public junior high and not to Heritage or a charter school. He wants to be where they have a sports program so he can play football, basketball and run track. (YES!!!) I've always dreamed of having a sporty kid.

Hayden's doing great without them. He's running around the house, playing the XBox (because Aaron's not telling him to get off.) and loves playing with Aaron's LEGOs. He is just too fun to watch because he always wants to know when the kids are coming home.

I'm grateful the kids are back in school because it means that my grocery bill gets cut by half! YAY! We are on the reduced lunch program, so the kids eat for $.40 a meal. So much cheaper than having them here.

They both start next week catching the early bus at 6:45-50 so they can get to orchestra and band! Aaron's playing the drums again. He told me that he likes the drums so he'll never have to be part of a musical number in church. Little does he know that piano starts soon and I'll be giving him voice lessons. (What... the boy has perfect pitch!)

Alyssa is playing the violin for the second year and excited to be in the intermediate orchestra. She's more than willing to play for anyone who'll listen. She'll be starting piano with Aaron. We'll also have to work on Alyssa's singing, she's a little off. I'll get her back on.