I'm Skeered!!

(That's redneck for scared. Just in case you didn't know.)

Last night we were heading to Pizza Hut for dinner because I still couldn't wash dishes (I'll explain later) and I was flipping through stations on the radio. One of the girls said 'Oh, I love that song!' so I stopped on it.


The song was pretty heavy metal (Metallica) so I thought they were just kidding about liking it.





Then they started singing along!!!



And then one of them tells me she has it on her mp3 player.




What?!




What happened to Bear in the Big Blue House? ...or even the Jonas Brothers?



That's why I'm scared. What next?



Oh well.... (said while I'm in the corner, rocking back and forth, teeth chattering)


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And now for something completely different.


Wonder why I couldn't wash the dishes?


We had several days of rain last week (thankfully) but on Friday night it brought with it much thunder and lightning.


Well, some of the lightening struck pretty close to our house and caused the pump on our septic system to die. It didn't get repaired until yesterday evening which means that the septic tanks filled up. That means no washing clothes, dishes, or ourselves by Monday (and as little toilet flushing as possible. )


Dax has been repeating the line from Meet The Parents 'That smell, Bob, is our sh*t!' as often as he can.


Anyway, after the pump got fixed last night then the tanks had to get empty again.


So later, when we were coming home from Pizza Hut we had the windows down because it was a beautiful evening. As we got close to the house we were hit with the smell. As I quickly rolled the windows up Addison asked 'What's that smell?'



It took everything I had not to say 'That smell, Addison, is our sh*t!'



Fortunately that little voice in my head that tries to reason with me was faster than my mouth this time (this time.)


But I wanted SOOOO badly to say it.


I just waited for Dax to get home so I could say it to him instead. 8')

I think it's broken

Addison's mouth that is.




We seem to have a problem with it always coming open when I want to take a picture.




Here's what I'm talking about:








And these are just a few pics I had readily available. Imagine what I could find if I really looked.


I don't know why she does this but I'm always having to tell her to close her mouth so I can take a good picture.


Like I said, I guess her mouth is broken. At least when she sees a camera anyway.

I may have created monsters

On Saturday Dax & Wyatt went to the Longhorn's football game. The girls and I were going to my niece's birthday party Saturday evening so decided to make a 'girls' day of it and go shopping.


They just about KILLED me!!!



They used to hate shopping and now I can't get them to stop. I mean, I can certainly do my fair share of shopping but they just left me in the dirt.



How did that happen?



In order to even get a break, I had to bribe them with lunch at Red Robin.






Abigail & Kirsten both ordered these chocolate milkshakes.






They looked really good but I couldn't talk either one into sharing with me. What's up with that?




After lunch it was back to more shopping.



We were even late getting to Houston for the party because I couldn't get them rounded up and out of the store. If I got two of them together the third would disappear. It happened like that over and over again. (I think it was part of their game plan.)


Anyway, I just kept asking myself 'What have I done?'



On another delightful note, Addison has decided that she wants to make breakfast every morning. Kirsten is betting her $5.00 that she can't do it for two weeks. (She's great with the ideas, but not so much with the follow through.) Anyway, she's made it through two days so far.

Yesterday she made pancakes. (Reality check: she stirred the pancake batter and I did everything else.)


Today she made chocolate chip muffins.

Now Wyatt isn't speaking to me because I MADE him eat one of the muffins that she made. He wanted me to make something different for him so that he didn't have to eat something that his sister (said with a sneer) made. That was so not happening.

I'm sure he'll be talking to me again by the time I pick them up from school this afternoon.

He's still testing me....

So Rocky and Daisy did this yesterday.



That's a quilt on the sofa to keep the dogs from getting the sofa dirty. It used to be free of holes.




Then Rocky knocked a plate down and shattered it.



This is the problem with getting a dog that's already big but still a puppy at heart and has not learned any manners. He really can't learn them fast enough for me.



Or for his own safety.




There's a chance that I've threatened everyone in the household with their lives if a hole 'appears' in my couch because the dogs have been left to play unsupervised.


But just a chance.

Someone's been busy....

When we got home from school yesterday and opened the front door the smell that assulted us made it obvious that someone might be in trouble.


Rocky gets kennelled during the day in Abigail's room and Daisy gets kennelled in Wyatt's. We followed the stench to Abigail's room and knew for sure Rocky had been bad.


Then we opened the door to Abigail's room and



found




this








That's his bed that he's standing in. When we left it was a nice foam bed in a cover. There were also two stuffed animals in there with him. He didn't leave anything untouched. He totally shredded the whole thing!!! And somewhere in there he also pooped.


But, he wasn't done there.



Oh, no.



He later went into the kitchen and knocked a glass off the cabinet. I have no idea how he managed to do that because I wasn't in there. I just heard the glass hit our concrete floor and break into about a BILLION pieces.


Of course I put him outside while I cleaned up his mess. (Abigail was still cleaning up the mess he'd left in her room.)


Then, when I finally let him come back into the house, he proceeded to pee on the floor. Are you kidding me?!


I'm thinking he may have lost the will to live.


I sure hope he's better today.

A giving heart?

My Dad is retiring(again) at the end of the month.



Last night Addison asked me when Grandpa would be retired.


I told her when it would be and she told me that she would like to send them $5.00 every now and then.



My heart just melted. I'm thinking to myself: How sweet is that? What a wonderful child! We're doing such a good job raising these children.




Then she says, 'I just want to make sure that they still have enough money to get me a big birthday present.'



And there you have it!!


Aaaaahhhhhh....that's my girl.

New Family Member

I know. I know.



I've lost my mind.




We have a new family member.



He's a little goofy looking...that tongue is often hanging off to the side like that.


His name is Rocky. We adopted him about a week ago. He's only about a year old and still acts very much the puppy but he's been a pretty good dog so far.



I decided to get another dog mostly because I thought Daisy needed someone to play with.



Daisy has really enjoyed having him to play with but she's also exhausted by about mid-day. He's never too tired to play some more.

5th Graders

It's official.




They're 5th graders.





Wyatt wouldn't do his hair this morning....no matter how many times I 'hinted' at it. You know those hints: 'Aren't you going to do something with your hair?' 'You're not wearing your hair like that are you?' etc. (I'm all about subtlety.)


They're attending the new elementary school this year. We were a little early getting there this morning and it's a good thing because it was a nightmare. They were totally unprepared for the number of parents that would be bringing their kids to school on the first day. Especially since they've added an extra grade for this campus. I hope it will be a little better this afternoon (fingers crossed.)



The kids were excited anyway. They were a little nervous about knowing where to go and all of that but adamantly refused when I offered to walk them in. What? They think they're too old to let their Mommy take them into school? When did that happen?


I did get kisses good-bye, but probably only because the tint on the car is so dark people can't see in.


Along with not needing me to help them in on the first day of school anymore they decided to really rub salt in the wounds this weekend and told me that they don't want to trick-or-treat this year. WHAT??! They've got to move a little more slowly on this growing up thing. I can't take it all at once...they're killing me. Can't someone make it stop?

Poor kitty.....

The kids are back home.


They all came home this time. Really, they had to because school starts on Monday.



I'm not sure Rainbow is so thrilled to have them home, though.



Addison put a collar and leash on her yesterday and took her into the back yard for a 'walk'.




Doesn't the cat look like she's enjoying her time outside? She couldn't get back into the house fast enough. I had to take the pictures from inside the house because if I opened the door she might have charged me.


Aaahhh, good times.

Making friends....

I couldn't get a good picture of these two this morning. If I had gone outside it would have ruined the moment. Ya know?


Anyway, Daisy is fascinated by the cattle that our neighbor has. They don't come around us very often, but she loves it when they do.


This is Daisy with one of the calves. (I use 'calf' loosely since it's almost as big as it's mother.)