Holy cow! It's been quite a few days since I've written on here!
I must be honest, I am SUPER busy and think I'll take a break from bloggin. I love it, but it's hard to find the time right now. Perhaps some time I'll pick it up again, but for right now, Ernie is gonna take a bow and exit stage right!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter Goodness
a good one, eh!?
the last egg to be found :)
Miss Mol
serious hunting
Easter afternoon at Granny & Grampa's
hi Mike :)
some football antics goin on before Easter dinner
what boys do!
Mouse had her first dance debut at church, she did great! So precious... As you can see, a wonderful Easter Sunday was had by all. A great weekend all the way around. The clothesline goin in is nearly complete, we just need some more line and clothespins, not to mention DRY weather so I can get dryin' our clothes out there. I can't hardly wait! Reminds me of Auntie Jane's line :) Erk went all out with pullies (sp?) and 4 lines.
Tonight Jack had baseball practice. He did great - was pitched to 4 times and hit the ball in the first 3-4 pitches every time! He was geeked, great job dude!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Lots
Lots of great pictures today but not lots of time right now to post them! I'm pooped! Hoping you had a nice Easter as well. More in the mornin!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Aren't I Smart?!
So in the past 24 hours... I've been pulled over, Bean has crapped in the house, we've had 2 playdates and Erk has been rear ended. Whew...
Last night at this time, I was drivin' on home from a meeting. On my way home and talking to Erk, I thought there was a cop behind me. I even told Erk that and then realized it wasn't. A bit further up the same stretch of road I commented to Erk that there was a cop behind me (in the other lane) but I wasn't speeding. I was going 51 mph. Erk says, "yeah, but you do have a headlight out," to which I laughed and told him I'd be home in a few. Sure shootin' I hang up that dang phone and see red and blue flashes behind me. "He must have gotten a call" went thru my mind the first second, until I realized, "nope, he's pulling me over!"
There I sat with a bright-as-the-sun spot light reflecting off my side mirror right into my eyeballs waiting for him to walk up to my window. He approached the window and asked for my license, registration, etc. I opened the glove box and handed him the papers along with my license and leaned back over where the light was dead on blinding and asked "can I ask why I got pulled over?" He replied, "you have a burned out headlight," while reading my info. REALLY? Then he says, "I'll let you off with a warning tonight." WHEW. I honestly can't believe they will actually pull you over for that, but that's beside the point. Our insurance premiums just went up due to my... ah-hem... speeding ticket in Illinois last summer. So I was grateful, no ticky no washy. Yikes.
So I get home. Laughing and shaking my head at that one. Bean hasn't been feeling well for a few days but no huge deal. Until I get up to help Molly in the night (she has Croup and the cough comes right thru the ceiling, poor baby) to get her some water. I felt something wet underfoot but figured it was a drip from the dishes prior that evening, wiped it on the kitchen rug in the dark and headed up with the lil' pink cup for Mol. While upstairs I see the light coming up the stairs. Erk was up and had the kitchen light on. Wow, that was nice, he heard Mol coughin too and was coming to lend a hand? (See, he has sleep apnea which means a mask at night which means he doesn't hear squat when the kids are up). I come on down the stairs and round the corner thinking there is coffee spilled on the kitchen floor. Oh no. No coffee. Diarrhea. Bean's craps all over the floor. Erk is about to gag and I tell him "I'll take care of it." So I did, mind over matter, just as Dad has taught me. :) Strange, Bean has never done anything like this. Is she losing it for real? Now she can't control her bowels? Poor Bean. I'm gonna have to take her to the vet. What if something is seriously wrong. She's been our baby for 10 years... and the thoughts ran one into the other on and on.
A bit later, I heard her get up from the chair she sleeps in and jumped outta bed to let her out. She gladly went out in the night, taking care of business. I gave her a few minutes, then stepped onto the porch in the stillness of the night waiting for her. She must have heard the door cause she came without me calling her name. Hopped back in her chair, me back in bed. I thought I heard her again, but between bringing Molly medicine and the thoughts of what the vet might say, I couldn't lift my head off the pillow. Fast forward to this morning and walking into the kitchen to find it AGAIN. Sweet...
So when it came time to leave for our first playdate today, I put Bean dog in the mudroom. For those of you who know her, like really know the damage she has done, this animal can't handle being contained. I quickly coaxed her into the mudroom, then headed straight out the front door and locked it. I couldn't stand the thought of hearing her go all INSANE. Our first playdate was a surprise. I'd been messin' with the boys so they had no idea where we were headed til we got off the exit. Chuck E Cheese baby! It's been a few years since we've been there, and they were so excited, Jack screamed! It was fun, we hung with some friends from school and enjoyed the tokens and tickets for a few hours. Thank you Nanny for watchin Miss Molly, the Croupster, so we didn't spread her wealth to the other kids there!
On home we came to find Bean had crapped in the mudroom but that she hadn't escaped. I had visions of her waiting for us when we got home, sitting on the porch or in the neighbors 'back 40. She can open the back door, she has in the past. She can open anything she puts her mind to, she's crazy in the head. But she didn't. She did a little damage to the inside door, but nothing near what history brought from sucha situation!
Come 3 o'clock, 2 boys from school came on over, cute as can be. They are brothers, so sweet and respectful. The kids all played for a few hours, mostly outside. It was rainy and cold, but they didn't mind. I did. Just when Molly wanted to play out there too. I didn't really want to play out there but didn't feel right having these boys out there all alone, not to mention Mouse. So I sat in a wooden straight back chair in the garage, hood up on my winter coat, hands tucked in between my thighs, freezin my arse off to keep an eye on things. The boys were all rosy cheeked running with sticks playing tag and hide-and-seek. They'd have it no other way ;)
Once the boys were picked up and I was browning meat for burritos, I see a text from Erk. "Just got rearended." HUH? So I called him. Sure enough, some dude clipped him pretty good. Erk's head is still sore, but he keeps saying he's alright. The dude got him good enough that the impact made an accordian out of his white car, probably totalled. The investigator in me could tell it was a white car from the marks on Erk's bumper. Aren't I smart!?! HA! Erk's car faired pretty well but it's a little dorked in the back. He said the trunk still opens ok but it's a bit off. I'm glad he's alright (let's hope he is being honest) and that he made it home safe and sound.
So now here I sit in bed, telling you way more than you probably care to hear (or read) but hey, this is me :) I hope you had a good day today. And I'm hoping for a much less eventful sleepy time tonight!
Last night at this time, I was drivin' on home from a meeting. On my way home and talking to Erk, I thought there was a cop behind me. I even told Erk that and then realized it wasn't. A bit further up the same stretch of road I commented to Erk that there was a cop behind me (in the other lane) but I wasn't speeding. I was going 51 mph. Erk says, "yeah, but you do have a headlight out," to which I laughed and told him I'd be home in a few. Sure shootin' I hang up that dang phone and see red and blue flashes behind me. "He must have gotten a call" went thru my mind the first second, until I realized, "nope, he's pulling me over!"
There I sat with a bright-as-the-sun spot light reflecting off my side mirror right into my eyeballs waiting for him to walk up to my window. He approached the window and asked for my license, registration, etc. I opened the glove box and handed him the papers along with my license and leaned back over where the light was dead on blinding and asked "can I ask why I got pulled over?" He replied, "you have a burned out headlight," while reading my info. REALLY? Then he says, "I'll let you off with a warning tonight." WHEW. I honestly can't believe they will actually pull you over for that, but that's beside the point. Our insurance premiums just went up due to my... ah-hem... speeding ticket in Illinois last summer. So I was grateful, no ticky no washy. Yikes.
So I get home. Laughing and shaking my head at that one. Bean hasn't been feeling well for a few days but no huge deal. Until I get up to help Molly in the night (she has Croup and the cough comes right thru the ceiling, poor baby) to get her some water. I felt something wet underfoot but figured it was a drip from the dishes prior that evening, wiped it on the kitchen rug in the dark and headed up with the lil' pink cup for Mol. While upstairs I see the light coming up the stairs. Erk was up and had the kitchen light on. Wow, that was nice, he heard Mol coughin too and was coming to lend a hand? (See, he has sleep apnea which means a mask at night which means he doesn't hear squat when the kids are up). I come on down the stairs and round the corner thinking there is coffee spilled on the kitchen floor. Oh no. No coffee. Diarrhea. Bean's craps all over the floor. Erk is about to gag and I tell him "I'll take care of it." So I did, mind over matter, just as Dad has taught me. :) Strange, Bean has never done anything like this. Is she losing it for real? Now she can't control her bowels? Poor Bean. I'm gonna have to take her to the vet. What if something is seriously wrong. She's been our baby for 10 years... and the thoughts ran one into the other on and on.
A bit later, I heard her get up from the chair she sleeps in and jumped outta bed to let her out. She gladly went out in the night, taking care of business. I gave her a few minutes, then stepped onto the porch in the stillness of the night waiting for her. She must have heard the door cause she came without me calling her name. Hopped back in her chair, me back in bed. I thought I heard her again, but between bringing Molly medicine and the thoughts of what the vet might say, I couldn't lift my head off the pillow. Fast forward to this morning and walking into the kitchen to find it AGAIN. Sweet...
So when it came time to leave for our first playdate today, I put Bean dog in the mudroom. For those of you who know her, like really know the damage she has done, this animal can't handle being contained. I quickly coaxed her into the mudroom, then headed straight out the front door and locked it. I couldn't stand the thought of hearing her go all INSANE. Our first playdate was a surprise. I'd been messin' with the boys so they had no idea where we were headed til we got off the exit. Chuck E Cheese baby! It's been a few years since we've been there, and they were so excited, Jack screamed! It was fun, we hung with some friends from school and enjoyed the tokens and tickets for a few hours. Thank you Nanny for watchin Miss Molly, the Croupster, so we didn't spread her wealth to the other kids there!
On home we came to find Bean had crapped in the mudroom but that she hadn't escaped. I had visions of her waiting for us when we got home, sitting on the porch or in the neighbors 'back 40. She can open the back door, she has in the past. She can open anything she puts her mind to, she's crazy in the head. But she didn't. She did a little damage to the inside door, but nothing near what history brought from sucha situation!
Come 3 o'clock, 2 boys from school came on over, cute as can be. They are brothers, so sweet and respectful. The kids all played for a few hours, mostly outside. It was rainy and cold, but they didn't mind. I did. Just when Molly wanted to play out there too. I didn't really want to play out there but didn't feel right having these boys out there all alone, not to mention Mouse. So I sat in a wooden straight back chair in the garage, hood up on my winter coat, hands tucked in between my thighs, freezin my arse off to keep an eye on things. The boys were all rosy cheeked running with sticks playing tag and hide-and-seek. They'd have it no other way ;)
Once the boys were picked up and I was browning meat for burritos, I see a text from Erk. "Just got rearended." HUH? So I called him. Sure enough, some dude clipped him pretty good. Erk's head is still sore, but he keeps saying he's alright. The dude got him good enough that the impact made an accordian out of his white car, probably totalled. The investigator in me could tell it was a white car from the marks on Erk's bumper. Aren't I smart!?! HA! Erk's car faired pretty well but it's a little dorked in the back. He said the trunk still opens ok but it's a bit off. I'm glad he's alright (let's hope he is being honest) and that he made it home safe and sound.
So now here I sit in bed, telling you way more than you probably care to hear (or read) but hey, this is me :) I hope you had a good day today. And I'm hoping for a much less eventful sleepy time tonight!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Past Few
Our Saturday started off with waking up to Auntie Meg being here! She got in late Friday night and stayed with us. A special treat! Once we were all up and around, we headed to Nanny and Papa's to "help" put the dock in. Ok... we just watched Papa and UJ put the dock in. 
Mike found some tall rain boots and slid them on when he thought no one was looking (I saw him). He snuck up on the men folk standing there talking.
From there (where we had lunch and a nice visit while Dad and UJ got the feeling back in their legs), we headed north to hang with some good friends. Our trailer has been parked up there all winter long. If you could hear what goes on in my brain, you would have heard the song, "Reunited and it feels so good..." when I saw the trailer. We opted to bring Bean along, and as you can see, she was delighted. Even offered to drive.
The roads up there were lovely. I can't believe we didn't get swallowed whole. We could have all turned into bobble heads! But we made it. And enjoyed our time tremendously :)
We woke up to snow on the ground Sunday mornin! Crazy. Just one week ago on Sunday it was in the 80's! Weird. 
Not far from the cabin, we had to stop for fresh made donuts. Mmmm. Erk opted for plain since the kids woulda made a mess... plain or not, they were DELISH!
While Erk was in the store, I snapped this of my grubby arse. YIKES, there is Ernie first thing in the morning! Same outfit as the day before, wore it to bed and woke up to keep it goin. I think my clothes could have walked away on their own if given the chance. 
La la la, we were on the road when Erk took a deep sigh and hit the brakes. I'm so glad he saw it! I didn't! He got out and moved it best he could. It was a heavy sucker. Heard on the news that in that same area a woman was killed by a falling tree on her truck as she drove by. Scary!
Burrito
A busy, crazy, fun-filled weekend followed by a busy day yesterday! I'll post some pix later, off to church for mom's group. WHEW! I'm thinking Miss Crabby Pants (not me, Mouse) will definitely need a nap today.
Ohh, one quick cute note, I was conked last night and Erk woke me up to say Molly was calling for me. So I half asleep clunk up the stairs to find her crying in the dark hallway. "I need a kleeeenex!" she cried. So I grabbed one out of Mikie's room and wiped her nose. I helped her get back in bed and all wrapped up. A side note, when the kids have dirty sheets and they are still in the wash, the kids "camp out" with blankets folded over like sleepin bags. Well, Molly and I started a different phrase to describe it, she likes to be "wrapped like a burrito." So I wrapped her up like a burrito, kissed her forehead and half awake found my way back down the stairs and into bed. As I'm drifting back off to sleep, I hear the long, moaning sounding cry from upstairs again. So I toss back the sheets and head up. She's in bed this time, and quivers with her precious 3 year old voice, "I can't find the sour cream."
Ohh, one quick cute note, I was conked last night and Erk woke me up to say Molly was calling for me. So I half asleep clunk up the stairs to find her crying in the dark hallway. "I need a kleeeenex!" she cried. So I grabbed one out of Mikie's room and wiped her nose. I helped her get back in bed and all wrapped up. A side note, when the kids have dirty sheets and they are still in the wash, the kids "camp out" with blankets folded over like sleepin bags. Well, Molly and I started a different phrase to describe it, she likes to be "wrapped like a burrito." So I wrapped her up like a burrito, kissed her forehead and half awake found my way back down the stairs and into bed. As I'm drifting back off to sleep, I hear the long, moaning sounding cry from upstairs again. So I toss back the sheets and head up. She's in bed this time, and quivers with her precious 3 year old voice, "I can't find the sour cream."
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