Week in Review

If our life was a magazine, this week's cover tag lines would look like this:
Simpsons - off the market!
What's that rash?
Want a slug free garden - here's how!
Buy glasses for 3 children and not go broke!
5 year olds - what can you do?!
How well can you keep secrets?


Fun, huh? You should try it with your life.
So, yes, we took our house off the market. I hate everything about that, but it's just not moving and it's too much work to keep it "show" quality. I've begrudgingly resigned myself to living here indefinitely :(

On a happier note, my Mystery African Rash has finally started clearing up. It only took 13 days AFTER I stopped my medication to go away. Let me tell you how nice it is not to wear turtlenecks in the summertime!!

The slugs seem to have dissipated. Oh, did I forget to tell you about those? Ooey gooey slimey slugs infested my front yard while I was in Africa. Todd & I went on slug sprees 2 nights in a row. Apparently they love night time, hostas and beer. One of those things does not sustain slug life - I'll let you guess which one. Now I'm not a mean person and I love God's creatures but I have found that I do not so much love greenery devouring slugs. So, I fed them beer and they seem to be gone.

After a visit to the eye doctor, it was discovered that all 3 kids need glasses... all for different reasons. Sis has had them for a year, but her prescription changed significantly so we needed new lenses. Both boys needed them - one for distance, one for close up. Gulp. 3 prescriptions?!? Wal-mart Optical Center to the rescue! I walked out with new Transitions lenses for Sis and full lenses and frames for both boys for under $200! yay me!

5 year old boys are challenging. He has what I have dubbed Extreme Boynergy. He moves constantly. He makes noises. He is dirty. He loves bodily functions. But he's also the baby... so, being a semi-only/oldest child myself, can I ask - does being the youngest automatically mean (insert annoying whiny voice here) "IT'S NOT FAIR!"? "it" being anything and everything of course. NOTHING is his fault. EVERYONE provokes him. Although, I will admit, he is clever... "I'm not eating candy & hiding the wrappers under my bed - I'm feeding the monster under my bed so he won't eat me" and that makes me laugh which ultimately saves him from being devoured by an angry mother.

And then this blog - I want to journal everything, but I can't because people actually read this. Sometimes I want to share possibilities and ask opinions, sometimes I want to vent about things, sometimes I just want. Eh, maybe someday.


Overheard at Grammy & Papa's house:
Papa talking to Chet, his cat - "Hi Stinkybutt."
Piper, also talking to Chet, Papa's cat - "He's talking smack about you. Are you gonna let him talk smack about you?!"