We moved last summer into a bigger place for our family. We havent really been here to enjoy it much but it is nice. The kids have space and we have space. But, the neighbors seem to hate us for some reason unknown to us. They have all lived here a long time and know each other well but seem unwilling to be friendly to us. Our kids have had problems with their kids cussing at them and teasing them. Then they have broke stuff of ours and when we ask how it happend nobody knows. Today I was outside watching the kids play and we went over to a friends around the corner and Elizabeth accidently left her stroller out and we came home and it was thrown over a brick wall toward the street and completely broken. I knock on the person's door next to me and of course she didnt know and I dont think she did it as she is an adult.Then I ask the kids across from us and they went in when we left. Then there was 3 boys out playing and I know that one of the three of them knows something and they coyly ask if I found anything out. I was waiting for the mom to get home to talk to her but Marty stopped me because he thinks it will just make things worse. Last week someone unscrewed my light bulb and threw it on the ground all over and now this. I am angry and want to get to the bottom of it but Marty wants to just turn the other cheek and learn from it and go on. SO I WILL JUST BLOG IT and move on........................
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Well, we had a nice Father's day weekend visit with my dad. He came up Saturday morning and we had breakfast and he built me some shelves in my garage and help me fix my project that I screwed up. He bought Conner a 18 volt cordless drill for unknown reasons that I am still pondering why he did that? I know why he loves that the kid is just like him and likes to encourage his adventures. He only built the shelves to get my stuff out of the work space he built for Conner anyways*spoiled* Then we went to Dinuba and the SuperWalmart and showed him all the glories there and then went to Fresno for dinner. We went to a restruant we had all never been to before and there was a 45 minute wait. So we sit down and my Dad and Marty order a drink to wait and the kids get shirley temples. So we wait and get to our table that faces out over the bar and bar area and entry to the restaurant. We order and during the ordering Conner asks if he can get a regular hamburger I think no and say no but he talks my dad into it on the basis he eat the whole thing. They have another round of Shirley Temples and the food comes for everyone except me. The waiter gives me some lame excuse about how there was a mistake( in other words he forgot my order) and that it will be *just a minute* so we are sitting there and they all start eating and I am waiting. Then it comes and I eat one piece of my steak and hear what I think is a gag from Conner and I turn to him and say " Are you Ok?" He then says it was just a hiccup. Then I see him take a bite and kinda gag ,so I tell him "you are done and just breath through your nose" Then he gives me that look and proceeds to projectile vomit all over himself and the back of the booth at least he turns his head to not get it on the table. I start laughing hysterically not because I think it is funny but, because I have a nervous laugh anytime something bad happens and dont know what to do. I did it one time when a co-worker fell at work and she got seriously mad until I could get someone to vouch for me that I do have this problem. Anyways, The next thing I know we are all shoving napkins in his direction and I am laughing so hard I hurt and feel like vomiting myself. I tell Marty he has to deal with this and Conner freaks because he has to walk in front of all these people. The waiter grabs the bus boy who is less than thrilled about cleaning up vomit and proceeds to make all sorts of comments like" oh, it is juicy right here." " oh, that kid had quite the aim" " he must have eaten rice"( which he didnt ) " he had to many sodas,you really shouldnt have let him have that many" Then the booths around us are staring at us and laughing or making comments to the waiter like" you need to take care of these guys for doing that." Then Elizabeth freaks out about the whole thing and is shaking and crying. She has to go to the bathroom and as I am walking her to the bathroom the bus boy is standing at the hostess stand and complaining and they all stare at us and hush up. Then the waiter just comes and asks me how is my food and I say " just get me a box and the check" my dad finishes his food which was a miracle he didnt puke. Then they bring the check and we slink out and make Conner take his shirt off and force Elizabeth into the car crying. FUN!FUN!FUN! Then this morning I made them breakfast and we went to go to church and she still didnt want to get in the car because she was afraid of the smell but it didnt. Anyways, I still havent eaten my food and havent had much of a appetite today at all. The joys of motherhood.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Well life is nothing short of the usual chaos that is called my life. We have been enjoying the summer and our growing garden as of late. For the first time in my life I have been able to grow something from a seed and see it actually bloom and grow. I have managed to keep the plant my aunt gave me alive too! We are still schooling but very minimally we are just doing two subjects for Conner and one for Elizabeth. We have had to make a dragging our feet firmly trip to So.Cal again this time someone in Marty's family died and we saw his side for the first time in 9yrs since his dad died. It was nice and we enjoyed seeing his cousins and their kids. Conner had a great time up in a tree and Elizabeth asked me every 5minutes for 2 hrs when we were leaving. We enjoyed seeing the fam at G-ma's and G-pa's and enoyed a swim in the pool. This week we cleaned and moved furniture around and got ready for my dad to come up for Father's day weekend. Funny stories to tell.... As you may or may not realize I stopped growing in 8th grade and havent grown since. Anyways, I am typically the butt of many family jokes about my size. I tell them I wish I hadnt grown those last 3 inches or I could have joined Little People of America. Anyways, after hearing a weekend full of them I was back home in Visalia this weekend and I took the kids to the dollar store to get some packing tape. I couldnt find it or see it and Conner's new thing is to ask for help. So he goes and finds the guy and asks where the packing tape is and the guy looking at him but out of the corner of his eye looks at me and says " It is on the top shelf and you probably couldnt see it was above your head." Ok, so I blow that off and laugh and then the next day went to get gas and took the kids in for a drink and walk up to the checker and He says" how cute you guys have a little stair step thing going on." to me and MY CHILDREN. HAHAHAHA so funny . These are not siblings buddy these are my children...............................life is moving ahead and going forward and I am enjoying the beautiful weather and summer sun.