Jlogged

Dear Fed Ex man,

You could have flattered me a little by asking for a photo I.D.  At least you flashed a boyish grin when I said I was over 21 (scout’s honor,) and for that I love you.

But mostly I love you because you safely delivered this:

Slicing open a box chalk full of wine…my wine, was such a thrill that I might cancel my gym membership, and allocate that money towards investing in a wine family.  I might stop buying groceries, cease getting the oil changed in my car, and wear potato sacks from now on too.  It’s all about sacrifice people.

I uploaded more pics on flickr.

The boys recently went to summer camp.  The theme was secret agents, like F.B.I., C.I.A., D.E.A, etc..  On the last night there was a murder mystery CSI style.  Complete with bloody girl on diving board, morgue, forensic lab, and evidence vault.

What?  You feel this is slightly above the maturity level of 8 & 9 year olds?  I disagree heartily.  I say my child is now adequately prepared  for admission to the fourth grade in the public school machine.  145.00 well spent.

White guy with afro  on jeopardy proclaims that the suit he is wearing is the only suit he owns, and he got it out of a dumpster freshman year of college.  Still hasn’t gotten around to dry cleaning it.

Best icebreaker intro ever.

Stair well painted.  It’s so lovely I can’t stop staring.  My husband is the tops.

Dang I love crossing big chores off a long list.

You can try to convince me that the moon phases don’t matter.  That this gravitational pull stuff is just hogwash, but you won’t.  Yesterday was pretty craptastic.  My kids were unkind.  My husband was cranky.  People in public were rude.  A baby flipped me off.

I thought to myself “jeeze it must be a full moon.”  So I come home, checked online, and yup 99% full.  There really is something to it.  If you don’t believe me ask anyone who works in a mental institution what full moon nights are like at work.  Their answer will likely be crazy-er.

I posted a few Mexico pics on my flicker.  (Lots more to come.)  Right now I’m hung over from two back to back trips.  We got back from camp yesterday, and today is busy too.  I’ll be doing laundry, scrubbing toilets, and grocery shopping the next couple of days.   You know, the glamorous stuff.  We have VBS all next week, I still need to register for school, start organizing something for Jack’s birthday, and finish up some unfinished house projects.  It sounds crazy, but we have a really nice balance going on right now, and I have lowered my expectations (about things happening my way) considerably, and that = little disappointment + lots more room for joy in our lives. Why didn’t I think of this years ago?!  It’s awesome!  Love this sweet spot.

Apparently with gas on the rise more and more people are making their own biodiesel, and to make biodiesel you need grease.  Lots, and lots of it.  Which is causing some problems. 

My favorite quote from the “Biodiesel Pirates” article:

“It’s like a war zone going on right now over grease,”

Could this be the end of french fries people?!

A & J found this pic on line.  Can you guess who?  (Local readers.)  Hint: it rymes with Breath Free.

It was absolutely amazing.  Lots, and lots of pics to come.  My kids really missed me.  Lucas cried for a good 20 minutes and would not let me go, and Jonas said “mom, I forgot what your face looked like.”  I still haven’t seen Jack.  He’s a camp.  I leave again tomorrow.  I’ll try to get pics up soon.  Until then it’s  more timestamped posts.  I need to love on my kids for a while, take a 12 year long shower, unpack, and repack.  Stay tuned…