use it or lose it

I took my first terminology test yesterday and got a 96%. I missed one. I was so freaked out by the time I took it I am surprised I passed it. I finally just had to go do it. I feel like I can relax a little bit now as far as the unknown because it is all becoming a little clearer at this point. I am starting to understand what is expected of me.

I love it, also. It is so nice to have something mentally challenging. I felt like I was getting Alzheimer's there for awhile because I seriously couldn't remember a thing. I feel clearer in my thinking now. It is kind of amazing. I guess the saying "use it or lose it" is true in this case.

Good Grief!

As you can see on the time stamp on this entry it is 3:30 in the morning. What am I doing up? Let's just say that sometimes PMS makes me a little emotional, especially when it comes to my kids. I was productive with this emotion, and I made a video of these miracles. I then watched it at least 5 times and cried and cried. Go ahead and watch it. If you know these amazing people you might shed a tear or two also.

The Beach

Beach Trip July 2007

Ian's Birthday

July 5th, 2007 Ian got Spiderman skate shoes and pads for everything except his bum. I know his outfit matches well. He is in his swimsuit which he lives in most of the summer. This is the spare actually. His favorite is his, you guessed it, Spiderman.

Happy 5th my big boy!

Rudest Mommy

Ian talking to Steve...One hour past bedtime...

"Mommy is the rudest mommy I have ever had."

What did I do you ask? I placed my hand on top of his head while I was brushing his teeth. I guess I messed up his hair. I am not sure, but he was furious. What a difference an hour can make.

Melting

I'm melting along with the rest of the family, and I am married to a brute of a man. My garbage disposal broke yesterday. A nickle was to blame once the whole thing was laying where we could see what had happened. Anyway, he was trying to help me fix it tonight, and as we have noticed before he is much stronger than he thinks he is. He tried to pry the jammed disposal and completely knocked it loose from the sink, which in turn hit the handle that controls the water for the dishwasher, which broke from the water line, which started spraying everywhere, which caused him to panic. I, of course, am fairly calm in a crisis. Give me everyday life, and I am a stress case, but give me a crisis, and I am splendid. I instructed Amanda to get towels, lots of towels. Of course there are not dirty towels because I washed them all today. Dirty towels would have worked just fine. Oh well, what is another three loads of laundry in my life. He finally got it shut off, and now he is on his way to the hardware store. I vote for a new disposal since this one doesn't even begin to work right. I am constantly having to get down under the sink and clean out the pipes of a substance that looks like something that would come out of very sick dog. And the job is half done. But I will settle for a new handle for the water line. The kids are very worried about what is going to happen when someone needs to go potty, and we are almost out of bottled water.