Max's Birthday

As I was looking through some pictures and trying to find something to blog about, I came across this picture of Max on his 8th birthday. Poor thing was asleep and we had to wake him up to sing "Happy Birthday" to him.

He was so tired he didn't even enjoy a piece of cake until the next day. I guess we'd better start earlier for his next birthday.

This picture makes me laugh. I can't even remember what we did and why it was so late before we had birthday cake.

Olympic Junkie

So I have decided I am officially an Olympic Junkie. I have stayed up far too late watching everything. I even watched the basketball game on Sunday (so not myself--I usually don't even turn on the t.v. on Sundays except maybe to watch Music and the Spoken Word.)

Tonight I am just listening to the Olympics as I got on the internet to find out what was going on in the big outside world. I was trying to find out if a friend of mine had her baby yet. I hadn't done any blogging for months. All I can say is "Working full time all summer is NOT fun." Oh the guilt too!! My little son, Max, came up to me tonight when I got home, and said, "Hi, mom! I don't get to see you very much anymore." Could that be because of working or watching too much Olympics? Poor kid!!

40th Birthday Trip

A few years ago, my friend Joni (we've been friends since we were 7 years old) and I decided that when we turned 40 we needed to go on a girls trip somewhere. We ended up going to Mazatlan since Joni's mom owns a condo down there. It was my first time to Mexico. It was so relaxing and nice. The condo was right on the beach. Chris tried to invite himself a couple of times but got turned down, because this trip was only for girls. We went with Joni's mom and a friend that Joni works with.

This is a picture of the condo. It's the one in the middle. The resort to the left is the Holiday Inn. On the right is a nice resort called El Cid. We went down there one day and swam in their pool since it is more fancy than the pool at the condo we were in.

Instead of going to feed the ducks, we went and fed the turtles. We fed them tortillas. They must not be able to see too good though, because when you'd drop the tortilla in the water they couldn't see it too well. Alot of the times, the fish would swim up between all the turtles and snatch the tortilla away before the turtle had time to even figure out there was some food right by it's head. In this picture, Joni was holding the tortilla out of the water, and the turtle is actually coming out of the water to get it.

The transportation down there is a hoot. This is in the back of a little red truck. We were going to town to the market. The extra ladies in the truck with us are Joni's mom's friends that she has met down there. They all stay down there during the winter months.

And this little piggy didn't make it home from the market. So anyone up for pighead roast dinner? The market was full of all kinds of interesting things that you don't see back home.

The last night there, we went and ate at Senor Frogs. What a crazy place. I don't have any pictures of me there because I was out of memory space on my camera by then. When we first walked in and were waiting for a table, the waiters grabbed us and made us jump rope right there in the middle of the restaurant. They also made everyone in the restaurant get up and dance on their chairs to the YMCA. We also had to join the conga line that took us all through the restaurant and outside. The music is blaring loud and the waiters were all blowing whistles. We didn't get our dinner until 10 p.m. The second they sat us down, a guy comes up to us and makes us these crazy balloon hats, shoves them on our heads, and then proceeds to tell us that he needs a tip. It was funny. We had to pay for a goofy balloon hat that we didn't really want. If ever in Mexico, you need to go experience Senor Frogs at least once. It's the craziest restaurant I've ever been in. Nothing compares to it back at home.

Time Flies

Man time flies. I've have been busy with dance competitions and baseball and working. So I haven't had time to really sit down and blog.

Tonight my daughter told Chris and me that we were old. She just turned 15. We told her that time flies and someday soon she'll be our age. She said that it take forever before she's our age. Do you remember those days? When a year felt like FOREVER? I can't believe how fast a year comes at me now but yet time hasn't changed. Just me. Oh to be so carefree. It made me think of first being married and just starting our family. It feels like only yesterday yet it was 20 years ago. WOW!! With the kids all going different directions, I feel like time flies so much faster now.

I went on my girls trip to Mazatlan last month. When I get time (hee hee), I'll post some pictures and talk about my fun time. The trip was at least a good excuse to turn 40.

Ouch!!

McKensie is my first kid ever to break a bone. She has a broken arm. The poor child went a week before we got an x-ray and found out that it was actually broken. At first, we thought that maybe it was just sprained. She wasn't complaining too much about it either. No more teasing her that she has no pain tolerance. She is also getting braces and had gotten spacers in her teeth a few days after her fall. She complained more about her mouth than her arm so I didn't think it was broken. For some reason, I was under the impression that if your bone was broken, it would hurt really really bad. I guess not.

Contractors' Time Zone

Hey there everybody. It's been awhile since I've last blogged. I've been stuck in Contractors' Time Zone. For those of you who don't know what this is, I'll explain. It's the unfortunate time when you have to endure those contractors in your home. It starts with a phone call that they'll be there at 9:00 a.m. and then show up at noon. It also includes that your shower will be installed on a Monday and it doesn't actually get installed until a Thursday. And, apparently, while you're stuck in this time zone, you have nothing else to do but wait around for them to show up.

I also started working part time at Chris' work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I am going a little crazy getting use to my new schedule while stuck in contractors' time zone. It's hard getting anything done while stuck at home on this time zone. One day I didn't even get in the shower because they were suppose to show up, and I didn't have time to get in before they were going to arrive. I postponed my shower all day because I knew the second I was buck naked ready to get in the shower my doorbell would ring. Chris said that was exactly why I should have gotten in the shower because then they would have shown up. Needless to say, by the end of that day, I had no shower and also no contractor showed up to install the shower glass door.

So we are still waiting on the bathroom to be finished completely. It's getting a little closer every week but not quite there. Luckily, for Brooke, her room is done and she has been able to reclaim her space.

Building a House Is Fun To Do

Building a house is fun to do, fun to do, to do, to do. Building a house is fun to do, to do, to do, to do. We have been in our home now for 7 years and have just found out that they never installed the shower correctly in our master bathroom.

On Valentine's Day my daughter, Brooke, comes upstairs and asks me what I was doing in my bathroom because water was dripping from her ceiling. Uugh!! When all was said and done, I had ripped up the carpet in my bedroom because the carpet was wet, cut out one wall of the shower to see the problem, and cut away part of Brooke's ceiling. We were in a mess. I then called my hubby to tell him all about our Valentine's Day disaster. Right before I found out about the rain in my basement, I was on my way to get stuff for my hubby for Valentine's Day. He ended up with a big mess instead.

Our insurance is paying for this mess to be fixed. The total is $7,200. Wow!! I suggest that when your shower needs caulking, do it quickly. Although it wouldn't have helped that much for us since the shower was installed improperly. Gotta love building a home.