but I am knitting. So if you want to see what my needles have been up to, head over the the zoo full of knitting over in the side bar.
We've been busy hanging out with ZD. He'll be home from all work for the rest of the month! You wouldn't believe all the stuff he's finished. (And the messes he's made.)
He even cleaned out my fridge and freezer. Unprompted.
And he's been doing laundry.
My darling has been replaced by a pod person.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Just letting you know
I have a husband again.
We picked him up from the airport at 1:30 today.
He is currently upstairs playing with the boys. From the sounds of it, they’ll come through the ceiling onto my head, any minute now.
By the way….he was gone one year, one month, and 29 days.
And I keep thinking that I’ve imagined that he's home and he’ll disappear on me.
We picked him up from the airport at 1:30 today.
He is currently upstairs playing with the boys. From the sounds of it, they’ll come through the ceiling onto my head, any minute now.
By the way….he was gone one year, one month, and 29 days.
And I keep thinking that I’ve imagined that he's home and he’ll disappear on me.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Someone tell me what's up with this problem.
I know what I think is wrong with it.
But I want to know what you think.
This is from chapter 2 of an 8th grade Holt Mathematics book.
During the qualifying for first NASCAR event and Texas Motor Speedway in 2005, the fastest speed was 192.582 mi/h. The next four fastest speeds, relative to the fastest speed, were approximately
-17/25 mi/h,
-0.15 mi/h,
-1.15 mi/h,
and -1 1/40mi/h.
List these relative speeds in order from least to greatest.
Hmmmmm......
But I want to know what you think.
This is from chapter 2 of an 8th grade Holt Mathematics book.
During the qualifying for first NASCAR event and Texas Motor Speedway in 2005, the fastest speed was 192.582 mi/h. The next four fastest speeds, relative to the fastest speed, were approximately
-17/25 mi/h,
-0.15 mi/h,
-1.15 mi/h,
and -1 1/40mi/h.
List these relative speeds in order from least to greatest.
Hmmmmm......
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Time to oneself
It gets kind of busy here at the zoo. The house has enough rooms so that everyone can find a quiet spot, but sometimes that quiet spot is just not the space of choice.
My last little one is very much like his oldest brother. He can retreat into his own fantasy and entertain himself for hours. Unlike his brother, (but very much like his mother) he needs this time to himself to play and relax without a pile of people.
Usually, Sam's quiet place to play is with me in the living room, while I'm knitting or online. It's hard to explain, but I'm flattered that he doesn't see my presence and a intrusion.
Over the past few days, he's been starved for that quiet time. We've had sickness abound. And then I moved all the furniture to the middle of the room so I could finally finish off the painting in the living room.
As I pushed the furniture into place and started vacuuming, Sam appeared. He waited patiently for me to finish then praised my efforts.
As I fell into the couch to rest and surf "teh internets," Sam collapsed to the floor with a toy scorpion and his "finger man."
For the past half hour, he's rolled around, playing out some imaginary scene...almost oblivious to my presence.
I'm nursing a monster sized bruise that I got when I fell off a chair today. Yes, I am clumsy enough to fall off a chair...but I happened to be standing on this particular chair. You see I was just way too lazy to go get a stepladder. So I used a kitchen chair to finish painting trim and do all the touch up work. At one point, I shifted just a bit too much and off I went. To add insult to injury, the chair whacked the inside of my knee on the way down. Unfortunately, the other half of me was still on the chair at the time.
So I have a nice egg-sized bruise. And it hurts like the dickens.
Now I just have to hang the pictures and the room will finally be finished.
My last little one is very much like his oldest brother. He can retreat into his own fantasy and entertain himself for hours. Unlike his brother, (but very much like his mother) he needs this time to himself to play and relax without a pile of people.
Usually, Sam's quiet place to play is with me in the living room, while I'm knitting or online. It's hard to explain, but I'm flattered that he doesn't see my presence and a intrusion.
Over the past few days, he's been starved for that quiet time. We've had sickness abound. And then I moved all the furniture to the middle of the room so I could finally finish off the painting in the living room.
As I pushed the furniture into place and started vacuuming, Sam appeared. He waited patiently for me to finish then praised my efforts.
As I fell into the couch to rest and surf "teh internets," Sam collapsed to the floor with a toy scorpion and his "finger man."
For the past half hour, he's rolled around, playing out some imaginary scene...almost oblivious to my presence.
I'm nursing a monster sized bruise that I got when I fell off a chair today. Yes, I am clumsy enough to fall off a chair...but I happened to be standing on this particular chair. You see I was just way too lazy to go get a stepladder. So I used a kitchen chair to finish painting trim and do all the touch up work. At one point, I shifted just a bit too much and off I went. To add insult to injury, the chair whacked the inside of my knee on the way down. Unfortunately, the other half of me was still on the chair at the time.
So I have a nice egg-sized bruise. And it hurts like the dickens.
Now I just have to hang the pictures and the room will finally be finished.
Zoodad is one step closer to home. He's at his out processing station. This will probably be out least productive homeschool week ever. It's going to be awful hard to concentrate with cabin fever and the prospect of playing with Daddy.
I'll be surprised if anyone sleeps this week...including myself.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Giddy!
My dear hubby is on his way to the states. He'll be back home with us as soon as Wednesday. (By Sunday at the latest.) Holey Moley!!!!
It feels like he's been gone forever. September 2006 seems a lifetime ago.
I sure hope all the kiddies get over this stomach bug that has lingered (and lingered and lingered) with us this week. Ugh! It hasn't been too bad but it has been dragging on far longer than anyone would want. We've been housebound all week and the boys and I are all stir crazy.
Plus we're waiting for ZooDad to get home and nothing to distract us except a long to-do list.
The biggest two items on the list are to finish the living room and make ZooDad's welcome home banner!
We are bouncing off the walls here at the zoo.
It feels like he's been gone forever. September 2006 seems a lifetime ago.
I sure hope all the kiddies get over this stomach bug that has lingered (and lingered and lingered) with us this week. Ugh! It hasn't been too bad but it has been dragging on far longer than anyone would want. We've been housebound all week and the boys and I are all stir crazy.
Plus we're waiting for ZooDad to get home and nothing to distract us except a long to-do list.
The biggest two items on the list are to finish the living room and make ZooDad's welcome home banner!
We are bouncing off the walls here at the zoo.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Short Timer Blues
We are down to days folks.
Days.
In days the big man will be leaving his sandy and hot habitat and going to a hot humid spot just one step up from Beelzebub's hangout.
After serving penitence there, he'll be back home in the zoo.
Days. Almost enough to count on my fingers.
Sigh
And of course every thing's going to hell in a hand basket while we're waiting on him. I swear....I can get through over 14 months with nary an issue and then I just go to pot during the last few weeks.
Speaking of going to the pot...we're having trouble with ours. Me and the main sewage line are duking it out. Actually, me, the main sewage line, and some Ligustrum bushes are all fighting it out. It seems that the Ligustrum bushes would like sole access to my sewage line for their roots.
I, however, contend that since the Ligustrums aren't paying the mortgage...they can just bite me.
The sewage line is playing both sides of this whole fight but it seems to be cozying up with the bushes at this point.
But I have plans and Mr. Rooter will back me up on them tomorrow when he shows up.
I am very possessive of my waste water removal pipes.
As soon as ZooDad gets home we will settle this once and for all. It would be settled sooner but I can't work the chainsaw. (Nor should I be trusted with one since I cut the TV cable with the hedge trimmers once.)
The upstairs bathtub is trying to get in on the whole "Let's back up the house" plan but I have some heavy duty clog eater in mind for that mischievous piece of fiberglass and pipe. This stuff came in a bottle and double bagged for my protection. The upstairs commode is also mouthing off....but it's days are numbered too.
Quite wisely, the other sinks and toilets are toeing the line and not daring to really step off my path of conformity.
So it could be worse.
The same can not be said for the kitchen sink faucet. After numerous failed attempts to make it an upstanding chrome citizen, it will be evicted by mid-September. I've already informed it of the decision and it hasn't been scared straight yet.
The working/not working sprinkler head has received the same news but it decided that my threat was viable and is now spic-spic-spicing along like it should be. I did have to go out there and taunt it with a replacement head but you know....desperate times, desperate measures.
The mountain laundry continues to grow. Soon I'll be able to host climbs on it. You'll have to bring your own oxygen and guide. And then you'll have to fold a load of two before you can go home.
I'm still painting.
Still. Painting.
Painting.
Still.
I think the fumes are getting to me. Or the heat.
I found myself sucked into a Wagner Power Sprayer commercial. I was actually lusting for a few seconds until I realized that in my hands, it would be like a bad episode of Mythbusters.
(Can these things explode, Hyneman? And would they completely cover the walls with paint if they did. No, Adam. That myth is busted.)
I do have one room completely done...ceiling, trim, walls. And two with trim and ceiling to go. Oh well, it gets done when it gets done.
School is.... going. I guess we're doing well. Matthew didn't cry once today. (New personal record) Jacob is engrossed in Black Horses for the King, which is history reading.
I'm totally working the kids like dogs. (wink)
Jacob re-started Latin again and this time...the time is right. In fact the time is so right that I'm not starting any other children on Latin until they hit sixth grade. Him and the chick on the LC DVD's are enjoying their time together. Plus the boy knows how to find his pronunciation CD, find his CD player, and then find the track he wants to listen too. All without my assistance.
It's a good thing.
Now, I'm off to bed. We have to be at school tomorrow for speech. At 8:30. In the morning. All dressed and everything. And trying not to look like a disgrace to homeschoolers. And hopefully Sam will be in a good mood.
Y'all wish me luck.
The good news is.....tomorrow is just one day closer.
(sigh)
Very soon.
Days.
In days the big man will be leaving his sandy and hot habitat and going to a hot humid spot just one step up from Beelzebub's hangout.
After serving penitence there, he'll be back home in the zoo.
Days. Almost enough to count on my fingers.
Sigh
And of course every thing's going to hell in a hand basket while we're waiting on him. I swear....I can get through over 14 months with nary an issue and then I just go to pot during the last few weeks.
Speaking of going to the pot...we're having trouble with ours. Me and the main sewage line are duking it out. Actually, me, the main sewage line, and some Ligustrum bushes are all fighting it out. It seems that the Ligustrum bushes would like sole access to my sewage line for their roots.
I, however, contend that since the Ligustrums aren't paying the mortgage...they can just bite me.
The sewage line is playing both sides of this whole fight but it seems to be cozying up with the bushes at this point.
But I have plans and Mr. Rooter will back me up on them tomorrow when he shows up.
I am very possessive of my waste water removal pipes.
As soon as ZooDad gets home we will settle this once and for all. It would be settled sooner but I can't work the chainsaw. (Nor should I be trusted with one since I cut the TV cable with the hedge trimmers once.)
The upstairs bathtub is trying to get in on the whole "Let's back up the house" plan but I have some heavy duty clog eater in mind for that mischievous piece of fiberglass and pipe. This stuff came in a bottle and double bagged for my protection. The upstairs commode is also mouthing off....but it's days are numbered too.
Quite wisely, the other sinks and toilets are toeing the line and not daring to really step off my path of conformity.
So it could be worse.
The same can not be said for the kitchen sink faucet. After numerous failed attempts to make it an upstanding chrome citizen, it will be evicted by mid-September. I've already informed it of the decision and it hasn't been scared straight yet.
The working/not working sprinkler head has received the same news but it decided that my threat was viable and is now spic-spic-spicing along like it should be. I did have to go out there and taunt it with a replacement head but you know....desperate times, desperate measures.
The mountain laundry continues to grow. Soon I'll be able to host climbs on it. You'll have to bring your own oxygen and guide. And then you'll have to fold a load of two before you can go home.
I'm still painting.
Still. Painting.
Painting.
Still.
I think the fumes are getting to me. Or the heat.
I found myself sucked into a Wagner Power Sprayer commercial. I was actually lusting for a few seconds until I realized that in my hands, it would be like a bad episode of Mythbusters.
(Can these things explode, Hyneman? And would they completely cover the walls with paint if they did. No, Adam. That myth is busted.)
I do have one room completely done...ceiling, trim, walls. And two with trim and ceiling to go. Oh well, it gets done when it gets done.
School is.... going. I guess we're doing well. Matthew didn't cry once today. (New personal record) Jacob is engrossed in Black Horses for the King, which is history reading.
I'm totally working the kids like dogs. (wink)
Jacob re-started Latin again and this time...the time is right. In fact the time is so right that I'm not starting any other children on Latin until they hit sixth grade. Him and the chick on the LC DVD's are enjoying their time together. Plus the boy knows how to find his pronunciation CD, find his CD player, and then find the track he wants to listen too. All without my assistance.
It's a good thing.
Now, I'm off to bed. We have to be at school tomorrow for speech. At 8:30. In the morning. All dressed and everything. And trying not to look like a disgrace to homeschoolers. And hopefully Sam will be in a good mood.
Y'all wish me luck.
The good news is.....tomorrow is just one day closer.
(sigh)
Very soon.
Mango says, "Seriously, Don't mess with me. I mean it. I will gnaw you finger off if you touch me again. And you are not going out this door because I am not moving."
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I am still living.
Things are going great here at the zoo. I just haven't had the motivation to blog.
We've had lots going on. I even have pictures.
I'll get back into the swing of things once I get back into the swing of things. (Do you feel like the Alfak duck in the Yogi Berra commercial?)
A funny from today: I tutor 2 different 8th graders from our local PS. One for 2 hours and one for 1 hour. The 1 hour kid brought his math problems and two worksheets from his teacher. (The worksheets were requested by his mom for me to use to work with him. The teacher is great to provide these.)
Anyway...
1 hour kid and I do his homework and he's got negative integers down pat. Then we move on to worksheet #1 which has material that he botched totally earlier in the week. We work on it until the light bulb clicks on. He's got it!
then we move on to the worksheet for tomorrow's work to get him a head start. In no time, he's got it and we fly through the sheet.
We he finished, he looked at the clock and saw that him mom wouldn't be by to pick him up for another 15 minutes. So we go on to the next section to pre-teach that material.
By the time his mom gets to my house, we're done with that material also.
As he packed up his work he remarked, "I just did a whole weeks worth of math in a HOUR! And I understand it. And I did my homework."
I couldn't help but laugh at him.
We've had lots going on. I even have pictures.
I'll get back into the swing of things once I get back into the swing of things. (Do you feel like the Alfak duck in the Yogi Berra commercial?)
A funny from today: I tutor 2 different 8th graders from our local PS. One for 2 hours and one for 1 hour. The 1 hour kid brought his math problems and two worksheets from his teacher. (The worksheets were requested by his mom for me to use to work with him. The teacher is great to provide these.)
Anyway...
1 hour kid and I do his homework and he's got negative integers down pat. Then we move on to worksheet #1 which has material that he botched totally earlier in the week. We work on it until the light bulb clicks on. He's got it!
then we move on to the worksheet for tomorrow's work to get him a head start. In no time, he's got it and we fly through the sheet.
We he finished, he looked at the clock and saw that him mom wouldn't be by to pick him up for another 15 minutes. So we go on to the next section to pre-teach that material.
By the time his mom gets to my house, we're done with that material also.
As he packed up his work he remarked, "I just did a whole weeks worth of math in a HOUR! And I understand it. And I did my homework."
I couldn't help but laugh at him.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Total Random Thoughts
For some reason the soundtrack in my head is playing "Dancing Queen."
I am equally as shocked by this as you are. This particular version has an extended play time and is getting on my nerves.
I tried singing "Free Bird" but so far.....no effect. Next thing I know, I'm humming, "Friday night and the lights are low..."
(sigh)
Sam has announced that he no longer wants to be four. Nope. He's "tired of being four." He wants to be six instead.
I guess six is a much more exciting age. You get to sleep on the top bunk. You get to start 1st grade. And you might even get your first loose tooth.
There is some envy here at the Zoo. Can you tell?
I have burned out yet another fish aquarium filter. I have to buy a new one before my Zombie Fish (more on this story later) die....for real.
I'm torn on the idea that dead fish are a bad thing. My fish scare people, including myself. My sister won't even fee the things when she house sits.
So once again, I'm spending fifty bucks on terrifying fish that I don't even like. And they aren't edible. If they, were....I still wouldn't touch them.
Very scary fish.
I'm rereading all my twaddle. Yep. I'm talking about books so simple in thought and premise that I can read them in a single day. This of them as Adult Magic Tree House books. It's quite satisfying in a junk food kind of way.
The Braves are resting tonight. This means I can't fuss at my inappropriate crush boy. I have this thing for Brian McCann, the team catcher.
My friend says that it's fine since I'm not old enough to be his mother.
I'm not. So at least it's not scandalous. It still is inappropriate however since the boy is 23.
The fact that I've thought about this is even more evidence of my questionable character.
I wonder why I can't even type my own name. Seriously.
Most times I have to correct it. I type "Sheola" or my favorite "Sheula" and rarely I get a "Sehila." While all of these seem to be very exotic and exciting names....they are not mine.
My oldest is apparently a finger and toe crossing virtuoso. He's demonstrating this to me as I type this. Oh....he can also form his feet into some very odd fist shape. the boy has some freakish toes.
He didn't inherit them from me. I come from the barely-toed ilk. None of my ancestors can pick up Hot wheel cars and Beanie Babies with our stubby toes.
Oh great....I succeeded at expunging Dancing Queen. I'm now dealing with, "If I leave here tomoroooooooowwww..."
Wonderful.
I am equally as shocked by this as you are. This particular version has an extended play time and is getting on my nerves.
I tried singing "Free Bird" but so far.....no effect. Next thing I know, I'm humming, "Friday night and the lights are low..."
(sigh)
Sam has announced that he no longer wants to be four. Nope. He's "tired of being four." He wants to be six instead.
I guess six is a much more exciting age. You get to sleep on the top bunk. You get to start 1st grade. And you might even get your first loose tooth.
There is some envy here at the Zoo. Can you tell?
I have burned out yet another fish aquarium filter. I have to buy a new one before my Zombie Fish (more on this story later) die....for real.
I'm torn on the idea that dead fish are a bad thing. My fish scare people, including myself. My sister won't even fee the things when she house sits.
So once again, I'm spending fifty bucks on terrifying fish that I don't even like. And they aren't edible. If they, were....I still wouldn't touch them.
Very scary fish.
I'm rereading all my twaddle. Yep. I'm talking about books so simple in thought and premise that I can read them in a single day. This of them as Adult Magic Tree House books. It's quite satisfying in a junk food kind of way.
The Braves are resting tonight. This means I can't fuss at my inappropriate crush boy. I have this thing for Brian McCann, the team catcher.
My friend says that it's fine since I'm not old enough to be his mother.
I'm not. So at least it's not scandalous. It still is inappropriate however since the boy is 23.
The fact that I've thought about this is even more evidence of my questionable character.
I wonder why I can't even type my own name. Seriously.
Most times I have to correct it. I type "Sheola" or my favorite "Sheula" and rarely I get a "Sehila." While all of these seem to be very exotic and exciting names....they are not mine.
My oldest is apparently a finger and toe crossing virtuoso. He's demonstrating this to me as I type this. Oh....he can also form his feet into some very odd fist shape. the boy has some freakish toes.
He didn't inherit them from me. I come from the barely-toed ilk. None of my ancestors can pick up Hot wheel cars and Beanie Babies with our stubby toes.
Oh great....I succeeded at expunging Dancing Queen. I'm now dealing with, "If I leave here tomoroooooooowwww..."
Wonderful.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
What's old is new
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIGbhPLZmjY
This link might not be musically clean for kids but the grown ups need to watch the Bob Fosse dancers getting *down* to Walk it Out. The lady with the serious groove is his wife Gwen Fosse.
Who knew that Bob and Gwen would be the influence of Rap/Hip Hop "video girl" dances!
What a riot!
Here's the link for the orignal music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFhXyns6vzE&NR=1
It's not nearly as entertaining for some reason.
This link might not be musically clean for kids but the grown ups need to watch the Bob Fosse dancers getting *down* to Walk it Out. The lady with the serious groove is his wife Gwen Fosse.
Who knew that Bob and Gwen would be the influence of Rap/Hip Hop "video girl" dances!
What a riot!
Here's the link for the orignal music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFhXyns6vzE&NR=1
It's not nearly as entertaining for some reason.
Friday, August 03, 2007
And the clouds parted and a beam of sunlight poured down on them
It's a sunny day here at the zoo.
Well, as sunny as we can get it anyway.
Things are falling into place around here and it's not all gloom and doom. There's behind the scenes gloom and doom that I can't post publicly about yet. And that's the reason for my overall Eeyore-ness.
But the behind the scenes stuff is lot less gloomier than it has been so...Woohoo for us. I will eventually fill everyone in on what exactly is going on but I have to wait for clearance for ZooDad. I still don't have a long term plan but the very next step is firming up. So at least I know the direction we're going.
All this cryptic talk. Let's just say that my "let's just wing it" gene has been pushed to its tensile strength. At one point it even snapped and we had to do some complicated Boy Scout knots to tie it back together.
But the stress on it has recently reduced a bit and things seem to holding up.
In other news...
We've been spending our days with my newest little great nephew who is down visiting from way out of state. Eli is three months old and just bit over 10 pounds. We've never seen one so small. All mine hit 10 pounds by the end of their first month. (And that includes the one who had to have stomach surgery)
He is such a cutie. I swear, if my niece weren't so attached to him, I'd just claim him as mine and take him home.
It sure makes me want another one and I thought I was over all that.
It makes the boys want another little brother, even Sam.
Andrew has managed to teach Eli his first word, at least that's Andrew's point of view. He was excited because he taught the baby to say "Hey."
See. First word at 3 months. He's a tiny genius.
Well, as sunny as we can get it anyway.
Things are falling into place around here and it's not all gloom and doom. There's behind the scenes gloom and doom that I can't post publicly about yet. And that's the reason for my overall Eeyore-ness.
But the behind the scenes stuff is lot less gloomier than it has been so...Woohoo for us. I will eventually fill everyone in on what exactly is going on but I have to wait for clearance for ZooDad. I still don't have a long term plan but the very next step is firming up. So at least I know the direction we're going.
All this cryptic talk. Let's just say that my "let's just wing it" gene has been pushed to its tensile strength. At one point it even snapped and we had to do some complicated Boy Scout knots to tie it back together.
But the stress on it has recently reduced a bit and things seem to holding up.
In other news...
We've been spending our days with my newest little great nephew who is down visiting from way out of state. Eli is three months old and just bit over 10 pounds. We've never seen one so small. All mine hit 10 pounds by the end of their first month. (And that includes the one who had to have stomach surgery)
He is such a cutie. I swear, if my niece weren't so attached to him, I'd just claim him as mine and take him home.
It sure makes me want another one and I thought I was over all that.
It makes the boys want another little brother, even Sam.
Andrew has managed to teach Eli his first word, at least that's Andrew's point of view. He was excited because he taught the baby to say "Hey."
See. First word at 3 months. He's a tiny genius.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Oh....forgot to say...
The oldest child, the one who is 11.5 years old...he went to the doctor today right?
His stats:
117 pounds
5'4"
size 11.5 shoe
His 5'1" doctor lamented, "I've got 11-year-olds taller than me."
I laughed until I realized......
He's taller than me also.
Daaaaaaaaang!
Doc said he hasn't even started his puberty growth spurt. It's not the height I'm worried about.
It's the shoe size.
It's scary to think about.
His stats:
117 pounds
5'4"
size 11.5 shoe
His 5'1" doctor lamented, "I've got 11-year-olds taller than me."
I laughed until I realized......
He's taller than me also.
Daaaaaaaaang!
Doc said he hasn't even started his puberty growth spurt. It's not the height I'm worried about.
It's the shoe size.
It's scary to think about.
Year 13 is done
I finally get to do the Wedding Meme!
Today is ZooDad and my 13th wedding anniversary.
He's called twice. Once for a pick-me-up after a long, hot, and stressful day. The second was reminisce about our wedding day.
I sure miss him.
So here's the dirt on us.
1. Where/How did you meet?
At Applebee's. I was a smart ass hostess working two jobs while going to school for my education certification. He was an Army Captain with a GPS who had no idea that a hostess could know what triangulation was.
2. How long have you known each other?
Let's see...we met in April of 1993
3. How long after you met did you start dating?
Two days? He asked me out the night we met.
4. How long did you date before you were engaged?
Officially engaged, as in ring on my finger and everything?
One year after we met almost to the day.
5. How long was your engagement?
Well, not long. A possible invitation of Haiti meant that we had to move the wedding up a few months. So we were only engaged for 3 months.
6. How long have you been married?
Lucky 13 years
7. What is your anniversary? Today, July 30.
8. How many people came to your wedding reception?
Not many. It was a quickly planned wedding. All we really wanted to do was get married. My future MIL actually did all the planning. ZooDad's Dad was very ill and she couldn't leave him. So we headed down to her to get married and she threw us a wedding. We had maybe 40-50 people at our wedding, but I only really cared about one person.
9. What kind of cake did you serve?
I don't even remember. It was white.
10. Where was your wedding?
In Savannah, GA
11. What did you serve for your meal?
I have no idea. I was too excited to eat. I remember the cake but I know there was food. I have pictures of it too.
12. How many people were in your wedding party?
Two. A maid of honor and a best man
13. Are you still friends with them all?
Well, my BIL was Best Man, so we still love him dearly. My MOH dropped me when I couldn't attend her wedding. Jacob was 4 months old and had pneumonia and I didn't want to drive 9 hours to the wedding. I know...selfish of me.
14. Did your spouse cry during the ceremony?
Nope. I didn't either. The minister did though. He told us that it was an honor to marry two people who meant their vows as much as we did.
15. Most special moment of your wedding day?
Being married and going to see my new FIL after the wedding. (see below)
16. Any funny moments?
Not funny at the time but funny now. My Dad was in charge of navigation and he got the whole family lost in SC. My Uncle, Aunt, and cousins arrived and helped me get dressed. The minister had to delay the wedding while I waited for someone in my family to make an executive decision to override Daddy's directions.
They finally got there about 10 minutes late.
17. Any big disasters?
My FIL was bed ridden by the time we got married. He'd had numerous pin point strokes that left him mostly paralyzed and in very poor health. During the reception, my FIL's nurse found that his blood pressure had dropped dramatically. He was rushed to the hospital. MIL had to leave to be with him. She wouldn't let us leave the reception though. Once the reception was over, we went to hospital. When ZooDad said, "Here's your new Daughter-in-law, " my FIL took my hand and squeezed it.
18. Where did you go on your honeymoon?
Peaks of Otter in Bedford, VA. They had no TV. No telephone. Just mountains, a lake, a great restaurant, and a bed. We're going back as soon as ZooDad gets home.
19. How long were you gone?
Four days. We'd planned to be gone longer but we found a puppy on our way home on our wedding night. (We'd bought a house the day before our wedding. Crazy, huh?) The puppy had Parvo virus and we delayed our honeymoon for two days so we could get him medical care. He stayed in the animal hospital clinging to life, while we called from the lodge each morning to see if he was still alive.
He lived. In fact, he's still living.
20. If you were to do your wedding over, what would you change?
I would have my parents get there a little earlier. And I wish my FIL could have been there to see us get married. But other than that...nothing.
21. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
The side closest to the bathroom and farthest from the alarm clock.
22. What size is your bed? Queen
23. Greatest strength as a couple?
We are formidable when we're together. We back each other up and never, ever back down. We're like Pitt Bulls. My goals are his goals. His goals are mine.
And we have fun. We still crack each other up.
24. Greatest challenge as a couple?
We are not neat tidy people and we both have a pack rat gene. And we like to lounge around a bit too much.
25. Who literally pays the bills? Me. He makes the money, I spend it.
26. What is your song?
We don't have one. We have a bunch of songs that we've made up: the Wake Up song, the Dead Snake in the Road song, the I love My Boys/Wife song.
Oddness
27. What did you dance your first dance to? I'm ashamed to admit this. The Chicken Dance. I can not believe that was our first dance. I should have known then that we would have a crazy life.
28. Describe your wedding dress:
I didn't have a wedding dress.
I wore a ivory suit. It was a very informal wedding. The suit had a knit sort of bodice with satin sleeves and a chiffon skirt. ZooDad wore his Gambling Suit from his time in Germany. Many jokes were made about this.
29. What kind of flowers did you have at your wedding?
White Mums, pale pink roses, and daisies, my favorites. My cousin is a florist and did my flowers.
30. Are your wedding bands engraved?
Yes, with our wedding date. Just as a reminder. ;)
31. How old were you when you got married? I was 24. Zoodad was 31. He's a cradle robber.
There you go. All about our wedding day.
Today is ZooDad and my 13th wedding anniversary.
He's called twice. Once for a pick-me-up after a long, hot, and stressful day. The second was reminisce about our wedding day.
I sure miss him.
So here's the dirt on us.
1. Where/How did you meet?
At Applebee's. I was a smart ass hostess working two jobs while going to school for my education certification. He was an Army Captain with a GPS who had no idea that a hostess could know what triangulation was.
2. How long have you known each other?
Let's see...we met in April of 1993
3. How long after you met did you start dating?
Two days? He asked me out the night we met.
4. How long did you date before you were engaged?
Officially engaged, as in ring on my finger and everything?
One year after we met almost to the day.
5. How long was your engagement?
Well, not long. A possible invitation of Haiti meant that we had to move the wedding up a few months. So we were only engaged for 3 months.
6. How long have you been married?
Lucky 13 years
7. What is your anniversary? Today, July 30.
8. How many people came to your wedding reception?
Not many. It was a quickly planned wedding. All we really wanted to do was get married. My future MIL actually did all the planning. ZooDad's Dad was very ill and she couldn't leave him. So we headed down to her to get married and she threw us a wedding. We had maybe 40-50 people at our wedding, but I only really cared about one person.
9. What kind of cake did you serve?
I don't even remember. It was white.
10. Where was your wedding?
In Savannah, GA
11. What did you serve for your meal?
I have no idea. I was too excited to eat. I remember the cake but I know there was food. I have pictures of it too.
12. How many people were in your wedding party?
Two. A maid of honor and a best man
13. Are you still friends with them all?
Well, my BIL was Best Man, so we still love him dearly. My MOH dropped me when I couldn't attend her wedding. Jacob was 4 months old and had pneumonia and I didn't want to drive 9 hours to the wedding. I know...selfish of me.
14. Did your spouse cry during the ceremony?
Nope. I didn't either. The minister did though. He told us that it was an honor to marry two people who meant their vows as much as we did.
15. Most special moment of your wedding day?
Being married and going to see my new FIL after the wedding. (see below)
16. Any funny moments?
Not funny at the time but funny now. My Dad was in charge of navigation and he got the whole family lost in SC. My Uncle, Aunt, and cousins arrived and helped me get dressed. The minister had to delay the wedding while I waited for someone in my family to make an executive decision to override Daddy's directions.
They finally got there about 10 minutes late.
17. Any big disasters?
My FIL was bed ridden by the time we got married. He'd had numerous pin point strokes that left him mostly paralyzed and in very poor health. During the reception, my FIL's nurse found that his blood pressure had dropped dramatically. He was rushed to the hospital. MIL had to leave to be with him. She wouldn't let us leave the reception though. Once the reception was over, we went to hospital. When ZooDad said, "Here's your new Daughter-in-law, " my FIL took my hand and squeezed it.
18. Where did you go on your honeymoon?
Peaks of Otter in Bedford, VA. They had no TV. No telephone. Just mountains, a lake, a great restaurant, and a bed. We're going back as soon as ZooDad gets home.
19. How long were you gone?
Four days. We'd planned to be gone longer but we found a puppy on our way home on our wedding night. (We'd bought a house the day before our wedding. Crazy, huh?) The puppy had Parvo virus and we delayed our honeymoon for two days so we could get him medical care. He stayed in the animal hospital clinging to life, while we called from the lodge each morning to see if he was still alive.
He lived. In fact, he's still living.
20. If you were to do your wedding over, what would you change?
I would have my parents get there a little earlier. And I wish my FIL could have been there to see us get married. But other than that...nothing.
21. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
The side closest to the bathroom and farthest from the alarm clock.
22. What size is your bed? Queen
23. Greatest strength as a couple?
We are formidable when we're together. We back each other up and never, ever back down. We're like Pitt Bulls. My goals are his goals. His goals are mine.
And we have fun. We still crack each other up.
24. Greatest challenge as a couple?
We are not neat tidy people and we both have a pack rat gene. And we like to lounge around a bit too much.
25. Who literally pays the bills? Me. He makes the money, I spend it.
26. What is your song?
We don't have one. We have a bunch of songs that we've made up: the Wake Up song, the Dead Snake in the Road song, the I love My Boys/Wife song.
Oddness
27. What did you dance your first dance to? I'm ashamed to admit this. The Chicken Dance. I can not believe that was our first dance. I should have known then that we would have a crazy life.
28. Describe your wedding dress:
I didn't have a wedding dress.
I wore a ivory suit. It was a very informal wedding. The suit had a knit sort of bodice with satin sleeves and a chiffon skirt. ZooDad wore his Gambling Suit from his time in Germany. Many jokes were made about this.
29. What kind of flowers did you have at your wedding?
White Mums, pale pink roses, and daisies, my favorites. My cousin is a florist and did my flowers.
30. Are your wedding bands engraved?
Yes, with our wedding date. Just as a reminder. ;)
31. How old were you when you got married? I was 24. Zoodad was 31. He's a cradle robber.
There you go. All about our wedding day.
because I need a little more excitment around here.
This morning, I took oldest child to the doctor today. He had a repeat of last summer's mysterious baseball bat related hand rash. But this time, I think I know what triggered it.
This time he was holding a balloon and then minutes later, his hands are mottled.
His doctor seconds my guess that the kid is developing an allergy to latex. He has a follow up appointment with an allergist on Thursday. He'll do blood work to confirm the allergy and see if there are any related allergies.
Fun, huh?
Aaaaaaaannnnnd.....then Tricare Appeals called. It seems that they didn't get the message that regular Tricare approved Matthew's OT. Nooooo...now they want some past assessments to see if Matthew has made any progress. So I had to fax them the assessments.
This time he was holding a balloon and then minutes later, his hands are mottled.
His doctor seconds my guess that the kid is developing an allergy to latex. He has a follow up appointment with an allergist on Thursday. He'll do blood work to confirm the allergy and see if there are any related allergies.
Fun, huh?
Aaaaaaaannnnnd.....then Tricare Appeals called. It seems that they didn't get the message that regular Tricare approved Matthew's OT. Nooooo...now they want some past assessments to see if Matthew has made any progress. So I had to fax them the assessments.
You know they're going to screw this up, right? There's no way that they won't. The question is...just how bad will they screw it up.
Oh...and it's our anniversary. Year 13 has been a tough one. Year 14 is starting out on the wrong foot and will need to make immediate adjustment.
I'm always up for a challenge but you know, sometimes it would be nice to just have things go smoothly. Of course, I'd be suspicions.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Be prepared for color change
Ok...deployment is nearing the end and The Zoo will be moving on to a new chapter in life.
So to honor this change...which is going to be one wild ride, I am planning a blog redesign.
The green and black will be replaced by.....I don't know....something non-green and black hopefully. I have some ideas but no plans yet.
I'm willing to entertain any ideas. ;)
By the way, I'm still knitting away. I'll be posting some of my finished stuff in the next day or two. So check out my knitting blog too.
So to honor this change...which is going to be one wild ride, I am planning a blog redesign.
The green and black will be replaced by.....I don't know....something non-green and black hopefully. I have some ideas but no plans yet.
I'm willing to entertain any ideas. ;)
By the way, I'm still knitting away. I'll be posting some of my finished stuff in the next day or two. So check out my knitting blog too.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
A peek into Asperger's
It's hard for me to explain what life is like with two children with Asperger's Syndrome. Most of the time, it's just part of our normal life and I don't notice that it's anything different from what any other parent experiences.
But some days....I can't pretend it's normal.
Sometimes I experience something that is just a "classic AS moment" that might help someone else understand.
(BTW: I don't do these sort of things as a PVM. I'm hoping that some parent who is wondering or struggling may find some help.)
On Thursday, I called to schedule a carpet cleaning for this coming Tuesday.
I informed the boys that they could play downstairs while the upstairs carpets were cleaned but would have to play outside while the downstairs was cleaned. Then we would all go to my Mom's house while the carpet dried.
No big deal, right? Just a carpet cleaning.
All of you reading can infer why I told them this. It's not a huge event other than getting ready for the carpet cleaners.
Not for Matthew.
He went into instant anxiety mode.
Why was I getting the carpet cleaned?
Who was coming to clean it?
Then came the "wonderings." Oh, how I hate the "wonderings." It's the time where he comes up with reasons why things are happening. Most of the time his reasons are so far off the mark that I don't even know where to begin to correct him.
"I know why we can't be upstairs while he cleans the carpet...."
"I know why we have to go to Nanny's house...."
Unfortunately, none of these "reasons" are correct so I have to tell him the real reasons.
But these reasons I give, don't make sense to him and he comes up with new explanations.
Which are different, but still wrong nonetheless. So we go around and around until I have to put my foot down. I feel cruel just cutting him off but I can't spend hours discussing the logistics of carpet cleaning.
The carpets are being cleaned. It's OK. I will handle everything and you get to spend the day at Nanny's house. OK? That's it. It's a really easy thing. Let's not talk about it anymore, OK?
But some days....I can't pretend it's normal.
Sometimes I experience something that is just a "classic AS moment" that might help someone else understand.
(BTW: I don't do these sort of things as a PVM. I'm hoping that some parent who is wondering or struggling may find some help.)
On Thursday, I called to schedule a carpet cleaning for this coming Tuesday.
I informed the boys that they could play downstairs while the upstairs carpets were cleaned but would have to play outside while the downstairs was cleaned. Then we would all go to my Mom's house while the carpet dried.
No big deal, right? Just a carpet cleaning.
All of you reading can infer why I told them this. It's not a huge event other than getting ready for the carpet cleaners.
Not for Matthew.
He went into instant anxiety mode.
Why was I getting the carpet cleaned?
Who was coming to clean it?
Then came the "wonderings." Oh, how I hate the "wonderings." It's the time where he comes up with reasons why things are happening. Most of the time his reasons are so far off the mark that I don't even know where to begin to correct him.
"I know why we can't be upstairs while he cleans the carpet...."
"I know why we have to go to Nanny's house...."
Unfortunately, none of these "reasons" are correct so I have to tell him the real reasons.
But these reasons I give, don't make sense to him and he comes up with new explanations.
Which are different, but still wrong nonetheless. So we go around and around until I have to put my foot down. I feel cruel just cutting him off but I can't spend hours discussing the logistics of carpet cleaning.
The carpets are being cleaned. It's OK. I will handle everything and you get to spend the day at Nanny's house. OK? That's it. It's a really easy thing. Let's not talk about it anymore, OK?
He nods to let me know that he accepts this explanation but his eyes give away the truth. He's still fretting about it and I have no idea why. I can't even understand why he even cares in the first place, much less how to ease his worry.
And he can't tell me.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Not in the best of moods.
I've deleted this post. I need to pull my knit socks up and just be happy.
And that's all I have to say about that.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Cakes I baked
These aren't my birthday cakes.They are cakes I made for Sam and Andrew's birthday party earlier in the month. I'm just now getting around to uploading them. (I'm so prompt in doing all things.)
First is Andrew's cake. In case you can't tell, it's a volcano. The boys had a Luau party...their own idea. I think Andrew came up with the party theme when he decided that he wanted a volcano cake.
Next is Sam's cake. It's a Tiki head. This is actually Sam's second cake.
Yep... the second cake I baked for this child in 24 hour period. This was my plan B cake. My favorite part is barely visible....I love the flames on the top of the head.
Why a plan B?
Well.....
The evening before the party, I baked the volcano cake and a standing up Tiki head. Then I carefully, put them away for the next day's party. Sunday morning, I woke up to find that the Tiki head looked like this.......
The tiki head had fallen over into the layer below. I tried to salvage....but as Jacob said....the Tiki was having some cake. It was dead in the water.
To say I panicked would be an understatement. Then I pulled myself together and started baking another cake. I was so glad that I had saved all the icing to clean up later. Woohoo....that was a touch of brilliance.
All three cakes were well received.
I'll add some other pictures to my photo bar on top. You can click on it anytime to go view our fun day.
"Does Batman have a tail?"
Excuse me?
"Does Batman have a tail?"
That's what Sam wanted to know this morning as he greeted me with a birthday hug (It's my birthday. I am old today.) poking me with a mini Batman figure. It took me a bit to figure out where this odd little conversation was going. What a way to start my morning. We tend to have the oddest conversations in this house.
Let's check. (I lifted Batman's cape.) Nope....no tail.
"Bat's have tails."
Yes, they have little tails. However, BatMAN is tailless.
"Does Batman have wings? Where he wings?"
Nope, no wings either. No tail, no wings.
"Cat's have a tail. Mango has a tail."
Yep, Mango has a tail. No wings though.
"Then why they call him BATman? Oh...he wears a bat. See. And his cape is he wings. And he have bat ears."
Yep....sure enough.
Glad that mystery has been solved. Currently, Sam is playing with both Batman and Superman. Listening to his playtime conversations is hysterical. He acts out these little fantasies and talks and talks and talks.
I have to work at not laughing.
I can't wait to hear Batman explaining to Superman why he doesn't have wings or a tail but is still a "bat" man. The funniest thing is that I immediately thought of my "Who has a tail?" conversation with Andrew. I'm not sure why my kids have an odd preoccupation with tail.
"Does Batman have a tail?"
That's what Sam wanted to know this morning as he greeted me with a birthday hug (It's my birthday. I am old today.) poking me with a mini Batman figure. It took me a bit to figure out where this odd little conversation was going. What a way to start my morning. We tend to have the oddest conversations in this house.
Let's check. (I lifted Batman's cape.) Nope....no tail.
"Bat's have tails."
Yes, they have little tails. However, BatMAN is tailless.
"Does Batman have wings? Where he wings?"
Nope, no wings either. No tail, no wings.
"Cat's have a tail. Mango has a tail."
Yep, Mango has a tail. No wings though.
"Then why they call him BATman? Oh...he wears a bat. See. And his cape is he wings. And he have bat ears."
Yep....sure enough.
Glad that mystery has been solved. Currently, Sam is playing with both Batman and Superman. Listening to his playtime conversations is hysterical. He acts out these little fantasies and talks and talks and talks.
I have to work at not laughing.
I can't wait to hear Batman explaining to Superman why he doesn't have wings or a tail but is still a "bat" man. The funniest thing is that I immediately thought of my "Who has a tail?" conversation with Andrew. I'm not sure why my kids have an odd preoccupation with tail.
Friday, July 20, 2007
I've had a really good day.
I don't have anything on the "rush" pile for the rest of the day.
Laundry is down to manageable levels.
The house is clean enough.
The kids are playing outside.
My tutee is not coming today.
My paperwork is all done.
Tricare approved 12 OT visits for Matthew so that weight is lifted.
I ran my errands while MIL was here.
I bought my new scanner/copier doodah and I don't have to make plans to copy stuff. I even bought various colored paper for visual issues for the boys.
Oh, I lost my military ID a week ago. (All the military wives go, "GASP!)
But I found it. (All the military wives sigh in relief.) I sighed in relief too. It was at the commissary. The lady at the lady at the commissary was just as happy for me as I was.
(For the non-military readers, losing an ID card is bad. You have to file a report with the Military Police. Then take that report to this big building that has hours long waits to get anything done. Loosing you ID pretty much means losing a day of your life.)
Since I didn't have to do all that, I got to other stuff.
I took Matthew's glasses to be fixed. My favorite optician was there and it was nice to see him again. He ordered the replacement part and apologised about the time it would take to ship it. Of course, I don't mind waiting for it. This is my favorite eye place and the work is always top-notch.
He asked when my hubby would be home. I was touched that he remembered.
I went to Wal-mart and met a very nice man. He was the Greeter and I greeted him right back and smiled. And he responded, "Your teeth are beautiful. Who did them?" I told him that God did.
He said that I was blessed.
It turned out that he had had a stroke 4 years ago and fell. the fall messed up many of his teeth. He had fought with insurance for some time and they finally approved the work needed to get his smile back to normal. (Having a good smile is the first step to confidence. Dental care is right up there with yearly health care visits in my book.)
He said he was trying to find a good doctor to that.
Well, I knew the name of a good oral surgeon that might be able to help him. I passed that info on to him and wished him well.
Then I headed out to Sam's to search form my copier/scanner where I pondered the new overpass building plans with a very nice man, searched for ink cartridges with a lady who was just as confused as I was, and then ended the trip with another man grabbing my cart when I was done with it.
Then I saw a very odd man with wild hair and jerky movements. When he turned around, I saw he was wearing a shirt that said, "I have issues." I couldn't help but laugh and he laughed with me.
And finally, ZooDad sent me a new picture today. A very handsome close up of him out on a helo ride today. Guess who has new wallpaper.
It's such a good shot of it, that seeing it makes me smile and miss him so very much. (ZD had a good day too. A big boost to his spirits and I could hear it in his voice.)
All these little things, nothing big in particular. Just little things that made me smile.
But God works through the little things.
Laundry is down to manageable levels.
The house is clean enough.
The kids are playing outside.
My tutee is not coming today.
My paperwork is all done.
Tricare approved 12 OT visits for Matthew so that weight is lifted.
I ran my errands while MIL was here.
I bought my new scanner/copier doodah and I don't have to make plans to copy stuff. I even bought various colored paper for visual issues for the boys.
Oh, I lost my military ID a week ago. (All the military wives go, "GASP!)
But I found it. (All the military wives sigh in relief.) I sighed in relief too. It was at the commissary. The lady at the lady at the commissary was just as happy for me as I was.
(For the non-military readers, losing an ID card is bad. You have to file a report with the Military Police. Then take that report to this big building that has hours long waits to get anything done. Loosing you ID pretty much means losing a day of your life.)
Since I didn't have to do all that, I got to other stuff.
I took Matthew's glasses to be fixed. My favorite optician was there and it was nice to see him again. He ordered the replacement part and apologised about the time it would take to ship it. Of course, I don't mind waiting for it. This is my favorite eye place and the work is always top-notch.
He asked when my hubby would be home. I was touched that he remembered.
I went to Wal-mart and met a very nice man. He was the Greeter and I greeted him right back and smiled. And he responded, "Your teeth are beautiful. Who did them?" I told him that God did.
He said that I was blessed.
It turned out that he had had a stroke 4 years ago and fell. the fall messed up many of his teeth. He had fought with insurance for some time and they finally approved the work needed to get his smile back to normal. (Having a good smile is the first step to confidence. Dental care is right up there with yearly health care visits in my book.)
He said he was trying to find a good doctor to that.
Well, I knew the name of a good oral surgeon that might be able to help him. I passed that info on to him and wished him well.
Then I headed out to Sam's to search form my copier/scanner where I pondered the new overpass building plans with a very nice man, searched for ink cartridges with a lady who was just as confused as I was, and then ended the trip with another man grabbing my cart when I was done with it.
Then I saw a very odd man with wild hair and jerky movements. When he turned around, I saw he was wearing a shirt that said, "I have issues." I couldn't help but laugh and he laughed with me.
And finally, ZooDad sent me a new picture today. A very handsome close up of him out on a helo ride today. Guess who has new wallpaper.
It's such a good shot of it, that seeing it makes me smile and miss him so very much. (ZD had a good day too. A big boost to his spirits and I could hear it in his voice.)
All these little things, nothing big in particular. Just little things that made me smile.
But God works through the little things.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Things are looking up
Whew...we are trucking right along.
MIL will arrive this evening and I'm going out to the bookstore to just lounge and have a cookie and a coke.
Then tomorrow, I will do errands. Including getting a new scanner/copier.
ZooDad is amazing about simplifying my life. If it annoys me and it can be fixed by throwing money at it or making phone calls....he'll throw the money and make the phone calls..
My laptop dies...he orders a new one.
Printer dies....go buy a new one.
Now the old scanner is making the Yeti noise when you turn it on. And I complained about making copies and having to hook the scanner up to a lap top.
"Go buy NEW scanner!"
But they don't sell just scanners anymore. And I need a copier.
"Buy a 3-in-1, buy a 5-in-1...heck buy a 5-in-1. Just get what you need."
But those things are expensive.
"What $400, $500....just buy one."
Sigh
So I'm going to go buy one.
Then I went nuts on Tricare over the two month wait that I have endured waiting for our appeal to process.
I told this to ZooDad and he went even more nuts than me.
So nuts that he called them from Kuwait and I didn't even have to give him the number. I don't know what he said....but the Tricare nurse that approves stuff for the Southeast called me....twice. They never call anyone.
Now Matthew has a referrals for new assessments for OT and PT. Hee, hee.
The man got more done in one afternoon than I did in 6 months.
I once told a car repairman, who was talking down to me, that if he couldn't handle the issue with me that my husband would come handle it. And that when my husband came to handle it....he would really wish that he had handled it with me.
He's a very patient and forgiving man. You can walk all over him. He will tolerate anything. He never even complains. But ZooDad can out "Momma Bear" anybody when it comes to his wife and kids.
It's a beautiful thing. He's like a force of nature when he's ticked off.
And in other news.....
Andrew SWAM! That's right. He can actually swim. It's not pretty but it's not drowning either. He passed the level two class. I am beyond shocked. If I had not seen it with my own eyes...I would never believe it.
And even Sam is close to swimming. He's able to go about 2 feet on his own.
Jacob has mastered freestyle, breast stroke, and backstroke. And he figured out how to tread water.
Not to be out done...Matthew (who can do a very messy freestyle stroke but still can't float.) decided to take on the water slide. He had no trouble at all. He went down, popped off the slide and into the water. Then he swam to the side like he'd been doing it for ages.
Well.
What brave little aquatic kids I have. Who knew? Not me, that's for sure.
MIL will arrive this evening and I'm going out to the bookstore to just lounge and have a cookie and a coke.
Then tomorrow, I will do errands. Including getting a new scanner/copier.
ZooDad is amazing about simplifying my life. If it annoys me and it can be fixed by throwing money at it or making phone calls....he'll throw the money and make the phone calls..
My laptop dies...he orders a new one.
Printer dies....go buy a new one.
Now the old scanner is making the Yeti noise when you turn it on. And I complained about making copies and having to hook the scanner up to a lap top.
"Go buy NEW scanner!"
But they don't sell just scanners anymore. And I need a copier.
"Buy a 3-in-1, buy a 5-in-1...heck buy a 5-in-1. Just get what you need."
But those things are expensive.
"What $400, $500....just buy one."
Sigh
So I'm going to go buy one.
Then I went nuts on Tricare over the two month wait that I have endured waiting for our appeal to process.
I told this to ZooDad and he went even more nuts than me.
So nuts that he called them from Kuwait and I didn't even have to give him the number. I don't know what he said....but the Tricare nurse that approves stuff for the Southeast called me....twice. They never call anyone.
Now Matthew has a referrals for new assessments for OT and PT. Hee, hee.
The man got more done in one afternoon than I did in 6 months.
I once told a car repairman, who was talking down to me, that if he couldn't handle the issue with me that my husband would come handle it. And that when my husband came to handle it....he would really wish that he had handled it with me.
He's a very patient and forgiving man. You can walk all over him. He will tolerate anything. He never even complains. But ZooDad can out "Momma Bear" anybody when it comes to his wife and kids.
It's a beautiful thing. He's like a force of nature when he's ticked off.
And in other news.....
Andrew SWAM! That's right. He can actually swim. It's not pretty but it's not drowning either. He passed the level two class. I am beyond shocked. If I had not seen it with my own eyes...I would never believe it.
And even Sam is close to swimming. He's able to go about 2 feet on his own.
Jacob has mastered freestyle, breast stroke, and backstroke. And he figured out how to tread water.
Not to be out done...Matthew (who can do a very messy freestyle stroke but still can't float.) decided to take on the water slide. He had no trouble at all. He went down, popped off the slide and into the water. Then he swam to the side like he'd been doing it for ages.
Well.
What brave little aquatic kids I have. Who knew? Not me, that's for sure.
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