Copied shamelessly from Cryptic Jennifer's email to me. I told her, "Game On!" and tag anyone who wants to participate.... My three are at the bottom of the post
Well folks, the trees are changing colors, the days are getting shorter, and you can just smell autumn in the air. It's time for jackets and pumpkins and the November Attitude of Gratitude Challenge. Participation is completely voluntary. For those of you who have not played before, the challenge is outlined below.
HERE'S HOW IT WORKS:
Each day during the month of November you will send an email to me, at least, but feel free to invite others to participate and you can send your gratitude emails to them, as well.
Each daily email will contain three "things" for which you are grateful.
Definition of "things"- the term "things" is used here to encompass a myriad of stuff including, but not limited to: a certain set of circumstances, an event, an inanimate object distinguished from a living being, possessions or effects, a deed or act, a product of work or activity, an idea or notion, a piece of news or information, a person, a memory, anything that makes you smile.
* The challenge is to come up with three ORIGINAL "things" each day. Try not to repeat entries.
* Your email should be sent by midnight each night. If you miss a day or two, no biggie, but you have to make it up, no skipping! (Note: For some of you, this may require accessing your email account on a more regular basis.)
WARNING OF POSSIBLE SIDE EFFECTS!!
Please note that challenge participation may result in any or all of the following:
- you will be surprised at all the Lord has done for you
- angels will attend
- you will feel help and comfort
- you may find yourself singing as the days go by
- your doubts will fly
Thought that goes with it:
November 1:
"Gracias, danke, merci—whatever language is spoken, "thank you" frequently expressed will cheer your spirit, broaden your friendships, and lift your lives to a higher pathway as you journey toward perfection. There is a simplicity—even a sincerity—when "thank you" is spoken." ~Thomas S. Monson, "The Profound Power of Gratitude," Ensign, Sep 2005
My Three Things for today (Saturday):
1. I'm thankful for disposable diapers and wipes (sorry landfill!)
2. I'm thankful for shoes
3. I'm thankful for dishwashers
~And thank you, Jennifer, for this wonderful challenge.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Halloween, Halloween, Trick or Treat?
Ohhhhhh, Halloween. How you turned out, truly, to be a little slice of The Hotplace. I promise, all I wanted to do was watch my recorded episode of Grey's Anatomy in quiet peace with Miss Q and hand out candy. That's all I had on my agenda. Sigh.
But before I go any further, I must say:
Super J agreed to be our Trick or Treat parent AND to take the older girls to a Halloween party, and I'm going to just say that he had a fairly nice, albeit busy, evening of following our candy collecting girls around. Miss A and Miss E had a fabulous evening. Let's just get that out of the way.
However, prior to that...We just needed to get through dinner. I should have known trouble would ensue.
On the menu? Hamburger Helper. Cheeseburger Macaroni, to be exact. We knew Miss A'd grouse a bit because, let's be honest, she's a vegetarian at heart, but we knew we could threaten her into eating it if she wanted ANY candy/party goodies later on. Miss E...she's a meat-etarian, so she's on board regardless (as long as there are no vegetables to go with it). Miss O? She's eaten it before and she loves Mac and Cheese, so we figured no problem. Miss Q? Yeah...not even 3 months old yet, so she's not eating it in the traditional sense for many many hours. Hooray! A hot meal before the festivities. So what happened?
Miss O decided to BRING IT ON!
Yes. It was the Halloween Dinner Smackdown! In one corner, we have 2 year old Miss O, who if she wins will wear a butterfly Princess costume with Halloween shirt underneath and go to a party and then trick or treating without ingesting ONE SINGLE NOODLE OF DINNER. In the other corner, Mom, who has decided that today, tonight, will be a GREAT time to lay down the law. Because there's no reason for Miss O NOT to eat this particular dinner. Except she DOESN'T WANT TO. And that's not a good enough reason.
1.5 HOURS LATER!!!!!!
Seriously.
And, of course, a couple of poor parenting choices later, Miss O had finally eaten a bite of chicken dinosaur and so she could get off the chair and go trick or treating (her window of opportunity for the Party was officially CLOSED long before). All three of us, Miss O, Miss Q, and Miss L, had shed tears and were, honestly, a bit exhausted.
Oh, and let's not forget the trick or treaters that were coming at a pretty good clip throughout the entire drama.
It's almost funny, looking back on it. I held my ground...she ended up eating something, though it wasn't the noodle though I'd like to say it was...and it almost was, because I hid the noodle in some cut up chicken dinosaur and she had it in her mouth and was chewing until I uttered the cursed, "You know, you are eating some noodle with that dinosaur," and so then she spit it out (I know! I know!!!) and then I tried to force a noodle into her mouth and then we both had to regain our composure. After that, since even the dinosaurs were now deemed tainted food, getting her to eat one, on her own, was good enough for me. I mean, seriously, she's two yrs old. And the goal was to have her eat SOMETHING. So. There. (Don't judge. I feel guilty enough as it is, and no 2 yr old or 38 yr old was harmed in this event, though I told Super J later that it had that same, raw emotional feel to it that you get when you've just had a fight with your spouse).
So. Could things have gone differently. Probably. But it is what it is, and it definitely could have been worse. I just wish it hadn't been so tiring.
Overall, though, once everyone had the opportunity to go out and about, I did finally get to watch my show (in minute increments, it felt like) and it all worked out. And we have candy. So, yeah, it could have been worse. :)
But before I go any further, I must say:
To my wonderful friends who believe I have CRAZY MAD pumpkin carving skills. Alas, I did NOT carve that pumpkin (or pumkind, as I seem bound and determined to type it. ARGHE!) I just shameless swiped it off Google Images because I thought it was a nice way to greet the holiday. Super J...now he could have carved something like that, given the necessary time without distraction, but me? No. But my ego thanks you for thinking that I could have. Seriously. And trust me, if we were ever to carve something that spectacular? I'd SO be announcing it. :) lol. But now you know that, no, we didn't carve that pumpkin.How was YOUR Halloween? Ours was mixed. Here's why.
Super J agreed to be our Trick or Treat parent AND to take the older girls to a Halloween party, and I'm going to just say that he had a fairly nice, albeit busy, evening of following our candy collecting girls around. Miss A and Miss E had a fabulous evening. Let's just get that out of the way.
However, prior to that...We just needed to get through dinner. I should have known trouble would ensue.
On the menu? Hamburger Helper. Cheeseburger Macaroni, to be exact. We knew Miss A'd grouse a bit because, let's be honest, she's a vegetarian at heart, but we knew we could threaten her into eating it if she wanted ANY candy/party goodies later on. Miss E...she's a meat-etarian, so she's on board regardless (as long as there are no vegetables to go with it). Miss O? She's eaten it before and she loves Mac and Cheese, so we figured no problem. Miss Q? Yeah...not even 3 months old yet, so she's not eating it in the traditional sense for many many hours. Hooray! A hot meal before the festivities. So what happened?
Miss O decided to BRING IT ON!
Yes. It was the Halloween Dinner Smackdown! In one corner, we have 2 year old Miss O, who if she wins will wear a butterfly Princess costume with Halloween shirt underneath and go to a party and then trick or treating without ingesting ONE SINGLE NOODLE OF DINNER. In the other corner, Mom, who has decided that today, tonight, will be a GREAT time to lay down the law. Because there's no reason for Miss O NOT to eat this particular dinner. Except she DOESN'T WANT TO. And that's not a good enough reason.
1.5 HOURS LATER!!!!!!
Seriously.
And, of course, a couple of poor parenting choices later, Miss O had finally eaten a bite of chicken dinosaur and so she could get off the chair and go trick or treating (her window of opportunity for the Party was officially CLOSED long before). All three of us, Miss O, Miss Q, and Miss L, had shed tears and were, honestly, a bit exhausted.
Oh, and let's not forget the trick or treaters that were coming at a pretty good clip throughout the entire drama.
It's almost funny, looking back on it. I held my ground...she ended up eating something, though it wasn't the noodle though I'd like to say it was...and it almost was, because I hid the noodle in some cut up chicken dinosaur and she had it in her mouth and was chewing until I uttered the cursed, "You know, you are eating some noodle with that dinosaur," and so then she spit it out (I know! I know!!!) and then I tried to force a noodle into her mouth and then we both had to regain our composure. After that, since even the dinosaurs were now deemed tainted food, getting her to eat one, on her own, was good enough for me. I mean, seriously, she's two yrs old. And the goal was to have her eat SOMETHING. So. There. (Don't judge. I feel guilty enough as it is, and no 2 yr old or 38 yr old was harmed in this event, though I told Super J later that it had that same, raw emotional feel to it that you get when you've just had a fight with your spouse).
So. Could things have gone differently. Probably. But it is what it is, and it definitely could have been worse. I just wish it hadn't been so tiring.
Overall, though, once everyone had the opportunity to go out and about, I did finally get to watch my show (in minute increments, it felt like) and it all worked out. And we have candy. So, yeah, it could have been worse. :)
A chuckle for November...
Before I post about our CRAZY Halloween (well, MY crazy Halloween with Miss O), I just wanted to give you a little laugh that was forwarded on to me. :)
One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the rascally behavior that was going on. So He called one of His angels and sent the angel to Earth for a time.When the angel returned, he told God, 'Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not.
God thought for a moment and said, 'Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion.'So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time.When that angel returned she went to God and said, 'Yes, it's true. The Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good.'
God was not pleased. So He decided to e-mail the 5% that were good, because he wanted to encourage them, and give them a little something to help them keep going.
Do you know what the e-mail said?
Okay. I was just wondering. I didn't get one either.
teehee.
One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the rascally behavior that was going on. So He called one of His angels and sent the angel to Earth for a time.When the angel returned, he told God, 'Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not.
God thought for a moment and said, 'Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion.'So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time.When that angel returned she went to God and said, 'Yes, it's true. The Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good.'
God was not pleased. So He decided to e-mail the 5% that were good, because he wanted to encourage them, and give them a little something to help them keep going.
Do you know what the e-mail said?
Okay. I was just wondering. I didn't get one either.
teehee.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
And now, a moment of grousing
Gentle Reader, I have two things I've gotta get off my chest and so, I apologize in advance for you having to bear the brunt.
This morning, I'm mentally glaring (as opposed to mentally cheering my fellow voters yesterday...I'm getting quite the mental work-out, non?) at: clothes hampers and early trash pickup.
Let's talk about clothes hampers. I have approximately 5 of them (hampers, not clothes...though sometimes I wonder, what with my shocking post-partum wardrobe choices I've been making. Ugh). And I have yet to come up with a suitable methodology for collecting clothes in them.
For example (and the reason I'm glaring), the two in Super J and my room. I've tried to segregate our clothes into "colors" and "whites/delicates"...and that lasts for a couple of days and then before you know it, things are mixed up or laying on the floor. Argh. Then I got on a kick where I only wanted to wash MY clothes a certain way when Super J was on a kick to do the laundry for me (I know, I'm awful. One must allow helpers to help if one wants help, regardless of how they help. Get them trained TO help and THEN re-negotiate HOW the help is helping or else they stop helping!!! This is the lesson I learned from this. Now, back to the hamper grouse). So, I said to my beloved, "Put your clothes in here" (in a hamper conveniently located by his side of the bed, where he normally chucks his clothes on the floor) and I put my hamper near the bathroom.
So, where did the clothes go? Yep. In my hamper...or in Super J's hamper until it started getting a bit full and then right back onto the floor. Argh! The kids do a pretty good job, but that's because at night before baths we tell them, "Put your clothes in the hamper," and there's only one hamper for all three of them outside their bathroom, and then one in their bedroom. (yes, I know that's only 4 hampers...see? I'm having hamper trouble!!!!).
Gentle Reader, do you use hampers? Effectively? What am I doing wrong????? Ugh.
Next grouse (isn't this post getting ridiculously long??? Yes. Because Miss Q is sleeping and "Higglytown Heroes" are entertaining Miss O and E who are, admittedly, still in their pajamas. Oh wait. So am I. Still!!!! It's glorious ME time. Wahoo!!!!! I am screaming that. To myself. On the inside...while doing laundry).
So, okay. Grouse: Trash pick-up that comes early! Super J, bless him, took out the garbage before he left for work so it's not like the garbage got missed (though that has happened before), but I had plans, Gentle Reader. P.L.A.N.S. I needed to clean out my fridge and I'm weird about letting increasingly rotting food fester in my garbage for a week. So I normally clean out the fridge on THE day of garbage pickup. AND, here's the grouse. Our normal pick up time is later in the afternoon. Seriously, like around 3:00-ish. I've been trained that I can take out poopy pants, clean out the fridge, etc etc., for hours on Thursday, because "The Garbage Guys" as the girls call them, don't come until the afternoon. The Recycle guys come whenever they want, but I don't really care about that. It's the Refuse guys that have ruined EVERYTHING today (I'm blaming them instead of my own procrastinating self) by coming at 9:00 am! NINE! That's six hours early! And that begs the question...is this going to be a regular thing? Or can I slip into my lazy ways again next week??? Ugh. See? It's so frustrating that I just had to grouse. I should be quite grateful that our garbage even gets picked up weekly. Sigh. Oh well. Now I just have to figure out...do I let my rotting food rest a while longer in the fridge or chuck it, where it will stink up my garage because we are going to have warm weather for the next few days. Argh. Grumble grumble grumble.
UPDATE: After reading my post through, after posting it, of course, I realize that it sounds like my fridge should be super fantastically clean if I chuck stuff weekly on garbage day, right? Well, honestly, the catch is that I don't do it EVERY week. No. I forget about all the perishables in the vegetable rotting bins and then discover them and am grossed out by the sliminess of them and then make a mental note to chuck them on Thursdays. And you can tell by all the voter cheering and hamper grousing (and that's just in the past 24 hours!) that my mental space is getting pretty limited!!!! So, sadly, I forget and consequently, still have oozing "vegetables" and a couple of suspicious hot dogs and luncheon meat that needed to exit the kitchen but are now still in the fridge. And now you know my secret shame...that's no longer such a secret.
ANYWAY!!!! Thank you for letting me vent. I feel much better. :)
This morning, I'm mentally glaring (as opposed to mentally cheering my fellow voters yesterday...I'm getting quite the mental work-out, non?) at: clothes hampers and early trash pickup.
Let's talk about clothes hampers. I have approximately 5 of them (hampers, not clothes...though sometimes I wonder, what with my shocking post-partum wardrobe choices I've been making. Ugh). And I have yet to come up with a suitable methodology for collecting clothes in them.
For example (and the reason I'm glaring), the two in Super J and my room. I've tried to segregate our clothes into "colors" and "whites/delicates"...and that lasts for a couple of days and then before you know it, things are mixed up or laying on the floor. Argh. Then I got on a kick where I only wanted to wash MY clothes a certain way when Super J was on a kick to do the laundry for me (I know, I'm awful. One must allow helpers to help if one wants help, regardless of how they help. Get them trained TO help and THEN re-negotiate HOW the help is helping or else they stop helping!!! This is the lesson I learned from this. Now, back to the hamper grouse). So, I said to my beloved, "Put your clothes in here" (in a hamper conveniently located by his side of the bed, where he normally chucks his clothes on the floor) and I put my hamper near the bathroom.
So, where did the clothes go? Yep. In my hamper...or in Super J's hamper until it started getting a bit full and then right back onto the floor. Argh! The kids do a pretty good job, but that's because at night before baths we tell them, "Put your clothes in the hamper," and there's only one hamper for all three of them outside their bathroom, and then one in their bedroom. (yes, I know that's only 4 hampers...see? I'm having hamper trouble!!!!).
Gentle Reader, do you use hampers? Effectively? What am I doing wrong????? Ugh.
Next grouse (isn't this post getting ridiculously long??? Yes. Because Miss Q is sleeping and "Higglytown Heroes" are entertaining Miss O and E who are, admittedly, still in their pajamas. Oh wait. So am I. Still!!!! It's glorious ME time. Wahoo!!!!! I am screaming that. To myself. On the inside...while doing laundry).
So, okay. Grouse: Trash pick-up that comes early! Super J, bless him, took out the garbage before he left for work so it's not like the garbage got missed (though that has happened before), but I had plans, Gentle Reader. P.L.A.N.S. I needed to clean out my fridge and I'm weird about letting increasingly rotting food fester in my garbage for a week. So I normally clean out the fridge on THE day of garbage pickup. AND, here's the grouse. Our normal pick up time is later in the afternoon. Seriously, like around 3:00-ish. I've been trained that I can take out poopy pants, clean out the fridge, etc etc., for hours on Thursday, because "The Garbage Guys" as the girls call them, don't come until the afternoon. The Recycle guys come whenever they want, but I don't really care about that. It's the Refuse guys that have ruined EVERYTHING today (I'm blaming them instead of my own procrastinating self) by coming at 9:00 am! NINE! That's six hours early! And that begs the question...is this going to be a regular thing? Or can I slip into my lazy ways again next week??? Ugh. See? It's so frustrating that I just had to grouse. I should be quite grateful that our garbage even gets picked up weekly. Sigh. Oh well. Now I just have to figure out...do I let my rotting food rest a while longer in the fridge or chuck it, where it will stink up my garage because we are going to have warm weather for the next few days. Argh. Grumble grumble grumble.
UPDATE: After reading my post through, after posting it, of course, I realize that it sounds like my fridge should be super fantastically clean if I chuck stuff weekly on garbage day, right? Well, honestly, the catch is that I don't do it EVERY week. No. I forget about all the perishables in the vegetable rotting bins and then discover them and am grossed out by the sliminess of them and then make a mental note to chuck them on Thursdays. And you can tell by all the voter cheering and hamper grousing (and that's just in the past 24 hours!) that my mental space is getting pretty limited!!!! So, sadly, I forget and consequently, still have oozing "vegetables" and a couple of suspicious hot dogs and luncheon meat that needed to exit the kitchen but are now still in the fridge. And now you know my secret shame...that's no longer such a secret.
ANYWAY!!!! Thank you for letting me vent. I feel much better. :)
Word Verification
You know how you can have word verification on blogger? Well, today I was leaving some comments and got the following:
nonster
-and-
weire
I thought those were funny...kinda Halloween-ish (monster, weird) in fact. Or, maybe I'm just a wee bit sleep deprived and so it seem much funnier than it should be. Hmmmmm...
Have YOU ever gotten some interesting word verification "words"?
Update: another interesting word verification: deddleg --dead leg anyone???
nonster
-and-
weire
I thought those were funny...kinda Halloween-ish (monster, weird) in fact. Or, maybe I'm just a wee bit sleep deprived and so it seem much funnier than it should be. Hmmmmm...
Have YOU ever gotten some interesting word verification "words"?
Update: another interesting word verification: deddleg --dead leg anyone???
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Early Voter
That's me!!!
I went and participated in early voting this afternoon (Super J voted on his lunch hour-ish). What a sweet relief it was...seriously. Now I feel as if I've done my part and I don't have the same anxiety as just a few hours ago.
I have voted. My voice is/was heard.
As I left the voting place, I wanted to shout, "Wahoo!!!!" In fact, as each person came out, I wanted to applaud them for their effort (regardless for whom they voted) because they VOTED! But those of you who know me, know that I am, in fact, not that sort of person. I want to be, because how great would that be (though I'm sure people would look at me like I'm a weirdo and I have tried so hard all my life NOT to look like the weirdo I sometimes feel I am) to have someone cheering you on like that.
However...I hope you know that I was mentally applauding each and every one of those people who came out, and when I came out, I said, "WAHOO!!! Inside. To Myself. But I did proudly put on my "I VOTED!" sticker.
And took one (with permission, of course) for Tuesday.
I'll wear it on Tuesday for as long as I can...I say that because, if today's sticker is any indication, Miss O will want to peel it from my shirt and apply it to the coffee table.
In any case, go and VOTE!!!!!!
I went and participated in early voting this afternoon (Super J voted on his lunch hour-ish). What a sweet relief it was...seriously. Now I feel as if I've done my part and I don't have the same anxiety as just a few hours ago.
I have voted. My voice is/was heard.
As I left the voting place, I wanted to shout, "Wahoo!!!!" In fact, as each person came out, I wanted to applaud them for their effort (regardless for whom they voted) because they VOTED! But those of you who know me, know that I am, in fact, not that sort of person. I want to be, because how great would that be (though I'm sure people would look at me like I'm a weirdo and I have tried so hard all my life NOT to look like the weirdo I sometimes feel I am) to have someone cheering you on like that.
However...I hope you know that I was mentally applauding each and every one of those people who came out, and when I came out, I said, "WAHOO!!! Inside. To Myself. But I did proudly put on my "I VOTED!" sticker.
And took one (with permission, of course) for Tuesday.
I'll wear it on Tuesday for as long as I can...I say that because, if today's sticker is any indication, Miss O will want to peel it from my shirt and apply it to the coffee table.
In any case, go and VOTE!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Canadian Car Chase
My sister had this on her Live Journal and it cracked me up...and in light of all the events of last night, I found it really, REALLY funny...Enjoy!
Some Pictures of the Accident
Some of these are better than others, but keep in mind it was after 9pm when all this went down, and I'm glad Super J was even out there snapping pictures.
It looks better this morning, though the tire tracks are impressive and OH so evident (man did that kid come close to our new trees!) but only because the dad of the teen driver (I think he was 17--the driver, not the dad, I mean) made him pick up all the yard wreckage. The police figure he had to be doing about 60 to 70-ish mph up the street to cause him to fishtail and loose control. Super J said, of course, that the kid said that he was only doing 35 mph...bless his heart.
Also, Super J said to me that at one point, most boys do something stupid like this (when they are "learning" to drive (which made me grateful that I have all girls, but I know that even girls do make stupid driving mistakes, too...ugh...from personal experience)), but it was kinda satisfying listening to the police lecture the teens on just how dangerous that kind of driving is. What if it had been during the day and kids were in the backyard or someone was walking along the sidewalk? This could have been a quick way for this young drivers life to be radically changed...forever.
ANYWAY! Super J took the camera with him to work, so I'll try to post some "day" pictures later...
Point of Entry into our yard:
Another angle of point of entry (notice the piece of car part along with the fence):
Where the car landed (this is from the street, so the rest of the car is in our yard):
The car inside our yard:
I believe Super J said the car took out approximately 44 feet of fence. Yep. Good times.
The silver lining in all this? Super J was toying with the idea a couple of weeks ago of re-staining the fence before the onset of winter. Now, though, we are soooo glad we didn't put the time or money into that particular project.
OH! Another silver lining??? Because we wanted to get these pictures loaded, we also have pictures of the girls and Miss A's b-day party! Finally!!!!!! I'm so bad with getting pictures on. But to whet your whistle, here's Miss O and her hair, two Sunday's ago, just after naps (see? I do take pictures...I just don't POST pictures often):
...to be continued!
It looks better this morning, though the tire tracks are impressive and OH so evident (man did that kid come close to our new trees!) but only because the dad of the teen driver (I think he was 17--the driver, not the dad, I mean) made him pick up all the yard wreckage. The police figure he had to be doing about 60 to 70-ish mph up the street to cause him to fishtail and loose control. Super J said, of course, that the kid said that he was only doing 35 mph...bless his heart.
Also, Super J said to me that at one point, most boys do something stupid like this (when they are "learning" to drive (which made me grateful that I have all girls, but I know that even girls do make stupid driving mistakes, too...ugh...from personal experience)), but it was kinda satisfying listening to the police lecture the teens on just how dangerous that kind of driving is. What if it had been during the day and kids were in the backyard or someone was walking along the sidewalk? This could have been a quick way for this young drivers life to be radically changed...forever.
ANYWAY! Super J took the camera with him to work, so I'll try to post some "day" pictures later...
Point of Entry into our yard:
Another angle of point of entry (notice the piece of car part along with the fence):
Where the car landed (this is from the street, so the rest of the car is in our yard):
The car inside our yard:
I believe Super J said the car took out approximately 44 feet of fence. Yep. Good times.
The silver lining in all this? Super J was toying with the idea a couple of weeks ago of re-staining the fence before the onset of winter. Now, though, we are soooo glad we didn't put the time or money into that particular project.
OH! Another silver lining??? Because we wanted to get these pictures loaded, we also have pictures of the girls and Miss A's b-day party! Finally!!!!!! I'm so bad with getting pictures on. But to whet your whistle, here's Miss O and her hair, two Sunday's ago, just after naps (see? I do take pictures...I just don't POST pictures often):
...to be continued!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Some things
There are some things in life you just have to blog about the moment they happen, if you are near a computer, that is, to get it out of your system! Seriously.
Here's one.
Around 9:15ish, I heard this loud crash outside. I told Super J, who was descending the stairs, that it sounded like someone wiped out our neighborhood sign out front (we live right off the main street and our neighborhood road, and our fenced backyard backs up to it). I asked him to check (he is, after all, the HOA president for the next few weeks).
Here's the conversation:
SJ: You're not going to believe this.
Me: WHAT????
SJ: We have a car in our backyard.
Me: WHAT???? NUH-UH!
SJ: Yep (and he turns on the backyard lights and heads outside)
Turns out some teenagers were doing WHO-KNOWS-WHAT-AND-HOW-FAST-DOWN-THE-NEIGHBORHOOD-STREET and lost control of their car and careened into our backyard, taking out at least 3 sections of our beautiful wood fence, making a half moon in the yard and biffing into a 4th section of fence, where the car came to a halt, facing the street (sticking half in/half out of the yard/fence/sidewalk).
Oh yeah. Exciting stuff.
Luckily, no one was hurt, but man do we have wood carcases all over the yard.
More later!!!!
Here's one.
Around 9:15ish, I heard this loud crash outside. I told Super J, who was descending the stairs, that it sounded like someone wiped out our neighborhood sign out front (we live right off the main street and our neighborhood road, and our fenced backyard backs up to it). I asked him to check (he is, after all, the HOA president for the next few weeks).
Here's the conversation:
SJ: You're not going to believe this.
Me: WHAT????
SJ: We have a car in our backyard.
Me: WHAT???? NUH-UH!
SJ: Yep (and he turns on the backyard lights and heads outside)
Turns out some teenagers were doing WHO-KNOWS-WHAT-AND-HOW-FAST-DOWN-THE-NEIGHBORHOOD-STREET and lost control of their car and careened into our backyard, taking out at least 3 sections of our beautiful wood fence, making a half moon in the yard and biffing into a 4th section of fence, where the car came to a halt, facing the street (sticking half in/half out of the yard/fence/sidewalk).
Oh yeah. Exciting stuff.
Luckily, no one was hurt, but man do we have wood carcases all over the yard.
More later!!!!
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