Driver's Test

I am 21, ok, 35 and am about to take a driver's test in the morning. It has been, to put it lightly, 20 years since I have taken that test. Do I remember anything? How many car lengths do I have to be to be at a save distance from a car? 14? What is the speed limit in a school zone? Is it different if they are High Schoolers or Elem. kids? Te He He! And just what are those pretty lights hanging from that pole for anyway? Eric has been studying at work for the past week (like he has anything else to do, right?) and just decides to bring home the book and I mean BOOK for me. I know, I know! It's on the internet. But I just got my internet back yesterday! Or was it the day before? O boy, I am in so much trouble! I can't even remember what I did yesterday let alone what is on that test I took 20 years ago! Has anything changed that I don't know about? This is Oregon too! I took that test in Idaho! I guess if I don't pass, Eric can drive me around right? And soon D'Kota will be getting his license and he can drive his poor forgetful mother around. Wendy? Will you come and get me and take me places? What about you Mom? Dad? There may be times that I will need a ride into Ontario. If I am at the exit on time, you will take me? Amy, what about you? Will you be there for me too? I guess all I can hope for now is that my memory will come back while I sleep. I am too old to stay up late studying! And I still have to pack for tomorrow! At least I remembered to do laundry and get the white T-shirts for the reunion. Chavonne was there anything else I need to remember to bring? I hope not cuz now that I am worried about this driving test, there is no more room in my head for anything else. I'm too old for this!

I finally feel like myself again!

Before I down load pictures of the new place, I feel the need to vent. There is a word that most of you know I do not like. This past week I have heard a lot of it and now I must climb the ladder to my soap box and scream how I feel about this word to all who will listen, and those within hearing distance of my Madson lungs. For some of you this will not come as a surprise, but the word I would like to discuss is "should". Just what does this word mean to you? I googled it of course and this is what I came up with.

Should

We use 'should' for giving advice.

You should speak to him about it.
He should see a doctor.
We should ask a lawyer.

We use 'should' to give an opinion or a recommendation.

He should resign now.
We should invest more in Asia.
They should do something about this terrible train service.

'Should' expresses a personal opinion and is much weaker and more personal than 'must' or 'have to'. It is often introduced by ' I think'.

I think they should replace him.
I don't think they should keep the contract.
Do you think we should tell her.

I do not see any where that says we can use, or "should" use this word as follows;

My keys should be there.

This should work.

This should take care of your problem.

For those of you who knew Mrs. Davis, you know she would be ASHAMED of our use of this word. That is NOT the proper use of this word. If any of you disagree with me, please let me know so that I can straighten you out. I have heard this word from too many people this week and my family now thinks it is a joke to use around Mom because that vein on the side of her head pokes out and her left eye starts to twitch. Very funny! Because of the use of this wonderful word (if used in the correct text) I had to reim someone for using it. You are right! I HAVE been trying not to be that mean person from my past, but I could not help myself this time! It was out of my control to use their words against them! It was as if they were begging me to say these things! OK, I will tell you the story, but remember how I hate to tell stories! ;) We moved our cable T.V. to our new house (I "shouldn't" use the words new house because THAT other place was not a house and no matter how hard I tryed I could not make it a home either.) and had to have their tech come out and take care of it. He spent 5 hours here and when he left, nothing was working but the cable companies ability to bill me. So I calmly got on the phone and called them. (OK, try to image me doing this calmly. It helps the story.) I got to the person who could help me, notice I did not use the word should? And then proceeded to let them in on my disgust with what was happening at my home. I also let them in on the thoughts that were crossing my mind of sending back their reciever boxes and letting them go on their way without my money. (Yes I know, try it again. Close your eyes and play along with me ok?) See we have not been with them a month (momfff) yet and could end my contract at any time within that 30 days. I got the feeling that they could see that on their computers as I was telling them this so they promptly started to use the word in the most incorrect way possible and told me that what they were going to do "should" fix the problem. So I nicely told them (this time you do not have to try, I tried a friends suggestion of giving someone enough rope to hang themselves and be quiet and wait for the right time to pull on the rope.) should was not a word that was appropiate for this and I wanted them to tell me that it would or would not fix the problem. Not "should". Just say what you mean, don't try to butter me up and get my hopes up! It either will or will not fix the problem! Dang it! Sorry, potty mouth. This fine young gentleman then proceeded to tell me that he was sorry. By this time I was completely out of control and told him that I agreed, he was sorry. Opps again! After he discovered that he could not fix my problem, (see how that word would only make someone now in this situtation more angry? "This should fix the problem that you are already a little irritated about." And then does not, making them more than a little irritated later.) he made another mistake and asked me if he had taken care of the reason I called Dish today (my guess this is something they have to ask every caller, their mistake, not mine) of course the answer was wrong to which he asked how he could further help me. Ignorant little peasant, does he not smell that? That is the smell of sarcasm rearing it's ugly head. I told him that he could give me back the 5 hours that was wasted having someone in my home that did nothing but bother all of us. And that he could give me back the money I was spenting on something that I could not use and he could explain to Dylan why he could STILL not watch cartoons. (We all know how much fun it is to explain anything to a six year old, specially Dylan.) This young man that was now shown the light of who he was dealing with, told me that he was not authorized to do that so. I asked him to get me to the person who was authorized to do that. Apparently this department talks only a little to each other so this young woman who I was transfered to knew what was going on and gave me a credit on my account of $140.00 and then stepped in it. Telling me that she was sorry for what was happening to me, to which I told her that she "should" be. I know straight to hell for that one. And I thought that it was over until she asked me if she had taken care of the problem I had called about. I know, I know! I did control it enough to only say to her that I did not know how she wanted me to answer that since I still had to experience the day I had because of their tech and I still did not have any T.V. stations. She was not a fast learner because she said she was sorry again, .... yes I did. After that she started to ask me again the guestion about whether or not she had helped me but stopped herself and then told me that she hoped I have a nice evening. I let that one go and ended the phone call. Yes I also have a thing about using the term "I'm sorry" at the wrong time as well. But that one I blame on therapy. Other than that, my life could not be any better. We have Allie back (a story for another day, I can only be on this soap box for so long before my nose starts to bleed. It's high up here!) and the T.V. and internet is restored and we are all moved in and going on about life as normal (well as normal as my family getts). We are gearing up for the family reunion this weekend. I am not thinking about the fact that the trooper is still not fixed, I will think about that Thursday night or Friday morning. No, can't think about it Friday morning. I have to go to the DMV and take the driving test again to get my Oregon license. Our insurance company gave us 30 days to get them or else!!! That and Eric had to renew his on his 37th birthday, which is this weekend. I know! Such a young woman being married to an old man!! I am only 21 you know, right Jan? ;) Catch you all later!

YIPPEEEE!!!!!!!

ERIC JUST CAME HOME FOR LUNCH AND TOLD ME THAT HIS SECRETARY DOES NOT WANT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE EMPTY UNTIL OCTOBER AND SAID WE CAN MOVE IN AND NOT PAY RENT UNTIL OCTOBER IF WE FINISH WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE TO THE HOUSE!!!!!!! THE ONLY THINGS THAT NEED TO BE DONE IS HANG SOME SHEET ROCK AND THE TOUCH UP PAINTING!!!!!! WE WILL START THAT TONIGHT!!! AND WILL HOPEFULLY MOVE THIS WEEKEND!!!! NO MORE NIGHTMARE FOR ME!!!!!! Only bad thing is I just finished steaming the masterbathroom floor and now it is only in vain. And I made all of you feel so bad for me because of the place I have had to live for the last 3 weeks and two days. I will post pictures of the house later, but for now, I must get all the boxes from the shed/big house and start packing. YIPPEEEE!!!!!!!!!! ;)

Dylan on the front porch of where we are living. It is not my camera that is leaning, (look at trees behind the house) it is the house itself.

The scarest cat alive!!!! He will rub on your leg, bite your ankle and torment the birds in the trees!!

Here we have the kitchen window, the boys' bathroom window and Dylan's window. On the other side of the tree is the dorm for the exchange students. We share a wall with them.

On this side we have the window in the laundry area, the window into the master bathroom and the last two windows are into the master bedroom.

The little blue door on the bottom right side goes under the house and is where Teddy hides and stuffs himself on mice.

The only bird left that trys to attach Teddy. Teddy took care of one and D'Kota, with the help of Dylan's bee bee gun, took care of the other one. D'Kota is a pretty good shot! Stupid bird still will not give up.

D'Kota's back room. Just above his dresser is the window into the dorms. Yes, you can see right into one of the dorm rooms.

D'Kota's first room. You can see the door into his dressing area.

One of the useless cupboards in the kitchen. It is not wide enough for anything but cleaning supplies and mice tracks. You can see the mouse trap and the steel wool to help keep them out. That peanut butter is for mice only and that is why it is down there. You can also see to the left bottom the entry way into the next picture. I could not reach very far to clean into the pit.

This is the pit. My camera didn't even want to go into this spot. You can see just how far my arms would reach to scrub to clean it. The cupboard under the sink made this look like it belongs in the Temple.

Where the boys do dishes. One at a time because there is no room for them to stand next to each other and do dishes. And under the sink.

The amazingly clean under the kitchen sink. Yes that is more steel wool and another mouse trap.

The dirty that would not have made me gag if it was under the kichen sink.

Under the kitchen sink now. D'Kota told me that I should have taken a picture of what it looked like before I cleaned it, but I really do not want pictures of that. They will be in my memory forever. To the left of this picture was a shelf of some sort ( and of no real purpose) that only covered the mice nests. I think I scared the cable T.V. guys that day. They were here installing the T.V. Dish and I was screaming and cursing up a storm removing that shelf and vaccuuming, steaming, and bleach scrubbing under there. But look at it now!! :) Wow!

A look at the master bedroom. That is my closet (that is not attached to the floor at all!) And a little linen closet. There was mice tracks on the top of the closet as well as all over inside the closet and every shelf inside the linen closet was covered as well. You can also see some things I don't know where to put. And two bags of clothes that do not fit (the closet, not me) so off to the thrift store they go.

Yes I know, another one.

The view walking into the master bedroom. To the left is Eric's closet that, you guessed it, is not attached to the floor. And another container with stuff that I don't know where to put.

The only place to put the computer which I hate!! I want it in the frontroom where everyone can see it. And yes these pictures are back wards. Just pretend you are walking backwards and everything is fine.

The master bathroom. Don't you just love how you can see the pipes for the shower? Wendy said that is a wonderful place for them just in case you need something to grab onto if you need some support in the bathroom. "WHO DOES NUMBER TWO WORK FOR!!!" Silly Wendy! Those pipes are hot when someone is taking a shower!

The view from the door into the master bedroom. The bathroom to the left and the computer to the right. The furnace (one of them) and Eric's closet. And yes more stuff that does not have a place in this house.

Another view of the grand entrance into the master bedroom.

The front room. The kitchen to the left. The master bedroom straight ahead. Another furnace to the left. Just behind me to my right is D'Kota's bedroom. Behind me to my left is the boys' bathroom and then Dylan's bedroom. To the bottom right of this picture, you can see my kitchen table. You can't? O, that's right! I mean the T.V. trays we eat on because this place is not big enough for my kitchen table. Or any kitchen table for that matter.

The boys' bathroom. It was painted the same as the master bath but Eric could not take it anymore and painted it yellow to match the shower curtain yesterday.

Dylan's room. It is amazingly not dirty. It is just so small that it looks dirty all the time. To the left is his closet that is also stuffed full of things and you can see that the piles are leaking out of the closet in the form of rubbermaid containers. He can't even lay his rug out all the way, there is no room.

Here we have the view from in front of the T.V. . The back door to the left, the door to D'Kota's room and the door to Dylan's room. To the right just after the furnance is the boys' bathroom. That is Rufus on the floor there.

See how big this room is? I am standing in the kitchen.

The tiny walk way between the couch and the T.V. stand.

My laundry space. Nice huh?

The front door can not be opened when I am doing laundry. Of course I can not open my dryer door all the way either.

The view of the kitchen from the living room. They had the fridge where the white shelfing is at first. So you felt like you had just walking into a tunnel when you first came in the house. And yes, everything is leaning to the left. Everything falls off the top of the fridge and I have no room for my food storage. I have done only little shopping sense moving here. I do not know where to put it when I do.

Right now it is all on the white shelves to my left and on top of the fridge and inside the microwave stand with all the things that already belong in there.

Another view, I think I sneezed and took this one at the same time. Sorry.

The stove that I had therapy with (and I scared the poop out of it, didn't I Mom? OK, it was mouse poop. But there was A LOT of it. And I scared about 90% of it out) and the cupboards that I pulled the doors off from. The one that is left I could not get off. Some one painted over the screws that I then dicovered were stripped. OK, that was funny and I didn't even mean for it to be. Get it? Painted over, stripped? Never mind. Any who, I think it makes it look better and you can now see that even thou I am not Betty Crocker, I do not have room for all my dishes and kitchen appliances. But the stove is clean, thank you SO much Mom!!!!! To the right is the only draw in the whole kitchen. And the mice love that one. It has my silver ware in it. Yum!

At least the stained glass has a nice place to hang. Don't ya think? It is pretty nice piece. Bought it at a yard sale in Fort Collins, CO when we went to visit Ashly. I paid $7.00 for it. I know, good.

This is my saving grace here in this house. Ever sense Allie dissappeared, this big lug has helped to make all of us feel better. His name is Rufus (Rufus Dufus that is). Isn't he beautiful? He is house trained and only barks when someone is at the door and has decided that D'Kota is his. At least he is nice enough to let D'Kota share the bed. D'Kota gets whatever is left over. And he loves to go with me in the mornings for my walks. He also loves to run on the track with Dylan.

Teddy also thinks he is wonderful and is trying to convince him to lick his head like Sugar use to. Rufus has not had to desire to do so.... just yet anyway. But does like Teddy, most his food. My Father in Heaven loves me and this dog is proof. He was waiting here for us when we got here and no one in town wanted him. We are his now. Happily Ever After right?

Breath of fresh air

Today I saw something that will keep me going in this house until about the end of October. Eric's secretary has a home that is empty and they have been trying to think of someone in this town that they would trust enough with it to rent it too. So what do they do? They decide to rent it to the first family that moves into Huntington that they don't know. Us!!! It is everything I have pretty much wanted in a home. We have agreed on a price to rent it and they have agreed to rent it to us with the option to buy if Eric gets a longer contract with Huntington after this year. (With the changes and other things he has already done in the 3 weeks he has been here, there is a REALLY good chance that they will want to keep him forever.) It has 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms in the house. A wrap around porch with ceiling fans on the porch that over looks the mountains. And a garage with a shed inside and room for my food storage and they have built onto the garage a game room and two bedrooms and a half bath. The garage is detached from the house so the rooms out there would be like a man cave or as D'Kota called it, the bat cave. Or it could be for those who wish to visit us. It has a hot tub off the deck just outside the sliding glass doors in me and Eric's bedroom and has a 3/4 fenced yard that is not all that big but is big enough for what we need. D'Kota is in heaven because he will not have to mow very much and he will have a game room where him and his friends or cousins can hang out and the best thing of all...... it has a dishwasher in the house!!! He about started to cry right there. OK, it was me that almost started to cry right there on the spot. The house has a fireplace and big huge windows and I can take my kitchen table out of storage. My things will fit in the house, as they should. Yes, Eric and I will have to buy a new bed, dang! ;) The central heat and air will help make it alright and so will the laundry room!! And the soaker tub and detached shower in the master bathroom will also help as much as they can. And sorry Jeremiah and Liberty but my couch will fit in this new house with no effort at all, I feel so bad for you too (tee hee tee hee!). OK, I just lied right there. I don't feel bad for you. But I will tell you where I bought my couch. Just not over a blog. I don't want everyone in the world knowing and then going out and buying one just like mine and then there would be no other couches made in the world and all the other couch companies would go out of business and so many people would be out of a job and the economy would get even worse and then no one could afford couches and I just could not handle having that hanging over my head, so..... go find your own. :) So some time in September we will find out if the people renting our old house in Gooding want to buy it or get out. And then we will be moving in October into the new, clean, shaped like a real home, on something that does not resemble a bad trailer park space, home that looks like a REAL cabin. I will post pictures soon. But for now, I must go to sleep. We have church a 9 in the morning. But must go into another time zone to do so, so it will really be 8 in the morning. And we all know how Angie LOVES to get up early in the morning. But just think how early we will be done with church? Will post more maybe tomorrow. I have come to love having my say. :)

Things that amaze me

I will try to keep this list short for there are A LOT of things that amaze me. I guess simple minds are really that easy to entertain. (I take that as a complement thank you) I will start with the one that amazes me the most; my Father in Heavens love for me. Why? Why would He love some one who is so bitter and angry? He puts people and things here for me to make sure I will be ok. Three vegatables, two fruits, and one flower. Right? He put another Sugar here for me in this place of great struggle. He is a yellow lab with those big brown eyes that see into your soul and seem to have great compassion for what you are going thru. My Father also put the most amazing scenary here for me to look at. He also provided family and friends that have become my family to pull at me to keep moving and learning. I am funny huh Chavonne? It is really nice to know that what I have to say and what I am going thru is a light in someone's day. Thank you for letting me know that. I wonder sometimes if my Father in Heaven is like us as new parents with our child on their first Christmas. Pulling the wrapping off just enough to get them excited enough about what is inside that box to finish unwrapping it themselves. Does He put things in our paths just enough to get us excited enough to keep going and see what is around the next turn? Even though we are older now and know in the back of our minds about the cold water effect? (thank you Jeremiah) But for some reason He knows that we will not be able to stop ourselves and look any way. Something in us pulls us towards it every time. Maybe it is a line from Him to us that continues to pull us ever so much closer to our view of the stars from the other side and closer to the warmth of the Sun. I know, I am waxing eloquent. I have been taught by the best. :) Other things that amaze me; every time that Eric touches my hand or face and I want to cry and let out all the things I have been holding in for so long. How does the simple touch of his hand have that effect on me? Why does the sound of his snoring put me to sleep? Shouldn't it keep me awake? Why are mice so cute but cause so much chaos in my life? And why if they are not venegful, just hungry do they look for food in the bathroom? What do they eat in there? Nevermind, I do not want to know! EEUUWWWAA!! I am also find it amazing how when I am sitting in my chair outside and the sun is beating down on my face and legs thru the trees, I can feel the warmth only on the parts of my skin that has the sun on it and the skin that is in the shade is cooler. Shouldn't it be pretty much the same because after all I am outside in the sun? Amazing! I am amazed by how my face instantly turns into the wind like I am searching for some new smell or just to move the hair out of my face. It also does that when I turn a corner into the sun and I close my eyes and concentrate on the warmth of it on my face. I am amazed by how the love I have for Eric and my boys is always just right there under the surface of my skin, ready to spill out at any time. And back around to the beginning again how I feel a pull of something in my chest to get me moving forward. I can physically feel something pull me from my chest toward what I want. Even if it is as simple as going to the kitchen to get something to eat. There are SO much more that amazes me but for right now I am feeling a pull (or more correctly a push from Eric) to get in the shower. So this is it for now, check in later for more. Angie

PAIN... IN.... LEGS!! MUST..... STOP!

This morning I went for my walk and must have gotten a wild hair up my nose or I was thinking too much about life. I usually think about my life as I walk, keeps me from just stopping. I don't know if it was the song on my MP3 player or what, but this morning I was thinking about the people I use to work with at the gym and Destiny was the face I was seeing as I was walking. All of her energy and the facial expression she would have as I told her a story or just about anything. Her giggle and the things she would say. (That I would later have to explain to Jeremiah, you know what I am talking about buddy don't you?) And it was almost like she was right there with me, walking beside me and sharing her energy and laugh with me. So I did something I do not normally do. I walked and I mean WALKED! For an hour. I did check my pulse. Like I know how to do that; you take your beats per minute and multiply that by your age and how many squares of TP you use and add the number of times you swore while walking and subtract that by the number of red spots you now are seeing in front of your eyes and you get the numbers that tell you to either step up your fat arse or stop before you have a heart attack on the school track and they have to get the EMTs that are also the school board chair man and the guy that owns and runs the only gas station in town to call, blow, pump me back to life! You are probably thinking to yourself, "Self, that means there are two people in that town that are EMTs." But you would be wrong! That guy is ALL those things in this town. Just like Eric is the Superindent and Principle and AD and the middle school basketball coach and the weight lifting teacher (they have NO idea that the kids in Eric's class will only be lifting with their left hands because the teacher can't lift anything heavy with his right arm still) and I am really excited about watching a wrestler coach basketball. At least he got another maintance guy hired so he doesn't have to do that too. Any who, back to my story. Destiny you would be really proud of me for walking so far today and not killing someone in the process (me). I didn't even have to take any of Dave's tie-slim to do it! Nor did I have to watch my fat in take last night at dinner! I just walked until the balls of my feet hurt so bad that I can barely walk on them and my legs are swearing at me like Romy taught them how! But I will admit that it felt good and I just might do it again tomorrow, that is if my legs are still talking to me by then. I am sticking to my W.O.W. diet and doing pretty good I think. It is something that I can do for the rest of my life. For those of you who want to know what diet this is, look in D&C 89 and it will explain the whole diet to you. I promise it works, and so does the man who made your body. And who else would know better than a Dr. about your body than the man who made it? Right? Any way, I guess I miss you guys and it would be great to hear from you all. Catch ya all later, Angie.

My trip

This is a couple of pictures at a rest stop in Wyoming. Talk about wide open spaces. You can see the moon on the right hand side of the second picture and almost right in the middle of the picture to the left. We left Mom's house at about 6:30 or 7:00 and got to Ashly's at about 6 that night. Long time in the car. We did get to stop A LOT! Wendy needs to pee every time she sits down it seems like. I now know where every rest stop is between here and Ashly's house in Fort Collins! We were almost ready to buy some Depends for her so we could go farther than a couple of miles without her telling us she has to pee. Darn her! One picture I would have loved to have was of a mountain of butts. It looked like a bunch of people bent over and showing you their butts, but...... it was on the other side of the free way on the way there and we couldn't find the spot on the way back. I was going to have everyone stand in front of the mountain bending over to match and then print them out for all to see the butt mountains. The only other pictures I took are of Ashly and Alex and you will have to ask Wendy and Ashly for them, sorry. OK, maybe at a later date I will post some of my favorite ones. Colorado is beautiful! The mountains there are covered in green grass, not the brown stuff you see every where here. I also spotted one place that I would have loved to take pictures of. It was surrounded by big trees and in the middle of it was tall (ok, tall to me) grass that moved from side to side in the breeze. I would have liked to lay down in the grass and get pictures of that place from the level of the grass and the tops of the trees surrounding it from the ground. But, someone had placed a fence around it and I could not get to it. So it lives only in the pictures in my mind. Sorry. Friday we all got up and did some shopping at..... you'll never guess.... yard sales!!!! I bought a purse and some necklaces from a gay guy with a better pedi than mine! Both of the gentlemen were VERY sweet and told me that the purse matched my outfit (no lie!!!) and said that they loved my hair. I really don't think that Eric would have had a problem if they had asked to see my boobs. Why? He didn't have a problem with Wendy putting my bra on her head! (Yes, it is bigger than her head. She has a REALLY little head.) Maybe that is why she has to pee a lot! We drove there in one day but took two days to come home. We went as far as Salt Lake Monday and came home on Tuesday. Only after we got yelled at by some guy that wanted us to come over to him and yelled something else at us but I could not hear him because Wendy was yelling "Where's Totsy?! WHERE'S TOTSY?!" And Mom was screaming at us to keep walking. I would have really liked to hear what he had to say. He looked really important. Almost like the guy on the tram that asked what hotel we were staying at and already had his bags packed and with him. Another really important looking person. I am almost completely postive that Brigham Young would really like what people have done with the city that he spent so much time planning and starting. Wonderful. On the way home I had a hard time not taking the exit into Gooding, but I stopped myself in time. Only after Melissa yelled at me from the back seat. For some reason now, I can not bring myself to get back in that car. How far is it to walk to the family reunion Chavonne? Check that out for me and get back to me OK? Once at home, Eric informed me that Sunday is still a day for killing mice, they got another one on Sunday. This time in my bathroom! I guess it didn't mind the smell on CLR. I now get to clean more mice tracks from under my bathroom sink. Just what is it that mice eat that makes them poo so much? That stupid little rodent was even in the bathroom and didn't crap any where near the toilet!!!! But at least the top part of my shower is CLEAN!!!!!!!!!! YIPEEE!! Now I just have to clean the bottom part. Maybe tomorrow. I also could not take it anymore and I took the cupboard doors off in the kitchen. All six of them, yep, only six of them. For those of you who saw my kitchen in Gooding, you will know I am at home now in this kitchen. It is just that the kitchen in Gooding didn't have cupboard doors for a different reason that I will not get into at this time because I am tired and it is late. I only have one more box to unpack but I still do not know where to put the stuff that is in it. Eric on the other hand has more boxes to unpack. He has the same problem as me. And he has given the term garment bag a new meaning. He does not have any where to put his under things and so for now they are in a bag. Get it? "Garment bag?" ;) OK, I must go for now. I must rest so I have the strength to clean another day.

HATE THE TAB BUTTON!!1

Don't you just hate that tab button? You are feeling pretty good about yourself and your typing skills and then...... the worst happens!!!! You use the tab button and it does something you didn't want it to. It takes you to a place you didn't want to go and then you are stuck not knowing how to get back to where you were and so upset because nothing looks the same and yet you kind of like it there and your not too sure you want to go to back to where you were. That is only if you could remember WHERE you were and by this time your not even sure what it was that you were doing at that place that you were that you can't get back to and not sure if that was the place you were suppose to be in the first place. Stupid tab button! Any way, the reason I wanted to post today. I am leaving for Colorado in the morning to visit Ashley and I wanted to say my farwells just in case we all die. I am driving you know and I don't really know where I am going. (That whole tab button thing again, just breath with me, I'll be OK). I also saw the most amazing thing the other day when I went to get my mail, Liberty you can ignore this post, you already know the story. I saw a lady with her pack horse and riding horse waiting to send something at the post office. She asked me when the Post Mistress (her words, not mine. Like I would use those words, I went to Meridian High School!) got back from lunch and I almost choked on my own tongue!! She had a long braid down her back and the spurs and long sleeved shirt and the wranglers and cowboy hat and she called me missy! She was cleaning up the horse poo off the road when I pulled in and her horses were just standing there watching her without even being tied to anything! The little girl in me wanted to ask if I could ride her horse and hold on to the rope that lead the pack horse and say "Let's hit the trail boys." Like you see in all the movies. When she walked out of the Post office she tilted her hat at me and told me to have a good day! The only thing that would have made the little girl in me happier would have to been to have Wonder Woman herself come into the Post office! I probably looked pretty weird to her just standing there with my mouth open and just watching her. I do wish I would have had my camera with me, do you think she would have been offended if I had asked her if I could take a picture of her and her horses? Yippee Kie Aaa, get along little doggie!!!

Getting Ready to Leave

4th of July Pictures

This is Gabby, the little girl that was intertaining the people around her until the REAL fireworks as Dylan called them, started.

We went to the Farewell Bend State Park that is about 5 minutes outside of Huntington to watch the fireworks. This park is right on the Snake River and next year, if we are still here, we will watch them on the boat. Reflection of the fireworks in the water, I just hope I don't drop one of te girls in the water.

Can you see the moon right behind the fireworks?

Eric liked how you could see the fireworks being lit from the ground. That red light is the fireman's lighting torch. You could see when he had lit another one and it made it easier for me to take pictures with the warning. Thanks guys! :)

I really like this one. You can see the moon and the clouds and the backs of the people sitting in front of us. (Gabby's family) Pretty good 4th of July picture if I do say so my self.

Dylan with a sparkler, not sure about taking his eyes off the sparkler long enough to look at his mother for a picture.

I am not the only one very excited about the 4th. Here is D'Kota making a number 4 with his sparkler. He says he was not making a number 4 but I could see his lips moving and he was counting. I am just lucky I got the picture as he said 4.

Sorry it took me so long to get these posted. Being out here in the middle of nowhere has taken it's toll on my internet service. I am now limited to how much I can down load in a day. And BOY did I go over on Saturday. So they cut me off until this morning. OK, I didn't figure out the problem until yesterday morning and it took all day yesterday for everything to reset. Yes Jeremiah, I still have a long way to go to knowing everything about the internet. Like saying I got that off line. You people know what I am talking about! Just to let you guys know to put your orders in now. I have big brown spiders that I am getting ready to box up and send out to you all. So you better let me know how many you want. Yes I do have plenty but who knows how many you all may want. I highly doubt that they may be back ordered but you never know. It does look like they breed pretty fast even when faced with hairspray and purfume. But the steamer and lime away are now being tryed. If that does not work, pure bleach will be employeed. So put your order in now. I do have a request, if any of you have any extra spatulas, please send them my way. I am probably the only person smart enough to use my kitchen spatulas to clean my bathroom. But they work wonders on other peoples' soap scum that is really thick in my bathroom shower stall. I may have enough to make another person soon. I think I will call her Martha and make her clean the rest of this house. Eric shampooed the carpet last night. Is it suppose to be hard and crusty after you shampoo? He also shampooed the car so it will be amazingly clean for our trip Mom. Riding in style. Right now the shower is taking a shower in Lime away and my hands and lungs are burning. Figured I would let it set for an hour or two, or until I get back next week. Eric showers in the boys' bathroom. Guess he does not like to shower with scrap marks on the shower wall that shows what it looks like and what it is SUPPOSE to look like. Poor man. At least I have not found any more mice tracks in a long time! Yes I know that we have only been here a week, so what! But I have discovered that Sundays are not just for going to church and resting. It is also for killing mice! We killed two on the first Sunday we were here and we got another little bugger that did not listen to my screams (not as bad as the stove incident Mom so you can come and visit) this Sunday. I will not be here for next Sunday. Not sure if I am sad about that or not. I will have to let that idea set for a while and I will let you know. That's all for now. I have to take a shower in the boys' bathroom and get ready for my vitamin d dose (I have a tanning appt. :) ).

Wow!

Looks like I got a little excited about the 4th of July there didn't I? I was also informed by the only two people that I think look at my blog (Eric and D'Kota) that I mis-spell alot of things. Do this two NOT know me? Come on guys. I am THE worst speller of all time. Bad spellers untie!!!! Am I right? Does anyone else agree with me or what? Come on guys, let's tell these two how it is.

Happy 4th of July!

Happy 4th of July!

The view from my back yard, yes I am camping! And the view out my windows to my backyard. I think my curtain rod is leaning, or is it me? IT IS MY FLOOR!!!! I measured! Like my new curtains? The flowered one is actually the back door. I figured I would make it stand out. You know, in case of a fire or something. :)

These pictures are of the view outside my frontporch. Yes, the school. Poor Eric can't get too far away from his wife ever again. And he can come home for lunch! :) If you look REALLY close to the logo on the train car, you will see that we are the logos. They got that BEFORE I got here, so don't go there!

Yes, I know! A fauxtograghers' dream!!!! I get to sit on my frontporch and look at this!! Does my Farther in Heaven love me or what?

I'm not dead and in Heaven. If that was true I would not have had to clean up mice tracks for 3 days! And kill 2 of the little buggers. Teddy my cat thinks this IS Heaven thou and does not want any cat food now. I have 3 more cats coming next week. They are now my 3 mice blinders. Like their names?

WONDERFUL!!! Now that the mice are under control and this place is clean, (at least to MY standards, right Mom?) it is starting to feel like home. :)