Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Several Things

Life is a tiny bit stressful at the moment, because we have lots of decisions to make about how we accomplish getting ourselves from here to Spain.
It doesn't seem like it should be as complicated as it is, but alas, it is.

Right now it's looking like a drive from here to Vegas, a visit with friends, a flight for the kids and I from Vegas to Michigan, a drive from Vegas to Michigan for Josh, a whole heck of a lotta luggage, and myriad other details that are too minute to go into.

So let's talk of other things.

-- This is a sweaty man.

We had to take a picture to commemorate the final outing of this t-shirt. This was his PT shirt from ROTC field training. Which took place in San Antonio, Texas one hot summer month in 1998. I know because I was there, too.
It was when I started to become interested in Josh in a non-platonic way. But he didn't know that and so he regaled me with stories about the girls he'd been dating that summer.


Anyway, the number thirteen used to be red, but it's been a lot of years since the red peeled away.

But now there are just too many holes, and it's time to let it go.
14 years is a pretty good run for a t-shirt though, don't you think?

Adieu, number 13. Adieu. 

-- Sorry about the glare, but I was afraid to go outside to take this picture.
Did you know that racoons travel in herds?
Me either. But the fifth one was out of the frame. And I think 5 racoons definitely constitute a herd.

-- Spooky Spaghetti.
It was a fundraiser at the kids school. In which you wear costumes, trick or treat, and eat steak.

Kidding, kidding.
Obviously you eat spaghetti.

 The kids had a blast seeing all their classmates in costume.Yesterday I tired of doling out the candy and just let them go to town and eat it all. It's better for your teeth to just knock it all out in one shot and then brush, floss, flouridate, and hope for the best.

I don't think flouridate is a real word.

Mostly because there's a squiggly red line under it as I type it.

-- More Face Painting.
We went to an open house at the local fire department. The same face-painter from the birthday party was there, and since it was free, the kids got their faces painted again.

Yes, I am cheap. No, I would not have paid for it. It has to wash off a couple hours later, you know.

-- I think I totally forgot to blog the entire time that Boppa was in town, so lest I forget to mention it, Boppa came to visit us for a week. Our little tour guides had a fun time showing him around, and it was perfect timing as the kids had their fall break that week.
I don't understand what's going on with the hats in the picture below, but sometimes you just gotta roll with it.

We took Boppa to see a sunset "around the corner."  We actually have to drive to that beach, but don't worry it's just a few miles.

 We live here.

-- There are so many hilarious ways in which I could say this next point.  But, I'm going to try to be mature about it and just say it the normal, albeit non-hilarious, way:

We were in a small car accident last weekend in which a large truck impacted the rear of our car.

Whew. Being mature is harder for me than it should be.

Thankfully, no one was injured, but the poor Carolla Sport isn't looking so sporty from behind anymore. So in addition to the other multitudes of things requiring our attention at this point in time, I've been running the car around getting estimates and Josh has been having uncomfortable conversations with a stranger about money.

So there's that.

-- Today Alex had her palatal expander removed! Yea for her! Only the excitement was short-lived. For we were given a form to take to her regular dentist to arrange for the extraction of 3 more baby teeth. Her regular dentist happens to be in the same complex, so I figured we would just walk over and schedule it right then. Because I hate making phone calls.
Really hate it.
So we get there, and they offer me 4 different appointments. One during a time next week when Alex has a physical that had to be scheduled months in advance, two during our cruise, and one on  a day the movers will be here. But then they told me that they could do it right then.
And before I knew what was happening, Alex had the nitrous hose on and Derek was shoved into a surprisingly well stocked toy corner.
Poor baby girl.
Her dentist was super-nice and even gave her a $5 gift card for Jamba Juice so she could get a special drink on the way home. I had never been to a Jamba Juice before, but that probably doesn't surprise anyone who saw me drive up in a crumpled Carolla.
I'm more of a McCafe girl than a Starbucks girl, after all.

-- Josh's testing for his Spanish course starts next week. It's kind of a big deal.

-- My friend Nicole is getting married in Virginia on Sunday, and I can't be there. This is a no good very bad thing.

I hate to end on a no good very bad thing, but I have to go now.



Anonymous said...

Josh still looks like a little boy

Love you guys

Taylor said...

Hey, there!
Hi, there!
Ho, there!

Joyce said...

so much to comment on here, but I'm just gonna say those raccoons would give me nightmares!