Agh!!!!

Well hello again, faithful readers. If you are still hanging around, bless you. I've been taking a lot of pictures for you, but meant to post a while ago. Sorry.

I'll get right into it:

The kids and I have been working out every night but Sunday. This has been going on for a while, and man are we getting strong! Ask Samantha to see her muscles. You will be impressed.

The peacocks are crazy lately. They have been over in our yard at least three times a day. And they stay and yell at each other and prance around with their weird feathers. Those things are weird. Have you ever heard a peacock caw? Isn't that what it's called? Lol. Sorry if it's not. But forsheesh it is like a person yelling! So loud. And they walk so weird. And well, they are just weird animals.

We got a pool pass and have been making good use of it. The kids will learn to swim this year!!! It's going to happen!!

And finally I bring you to the story of how Will almost burned to a crisp. We had a fire outside and we were cooking dinner with friends. An ember popped out of the fire and onto Will's shirt. Trevor was holding him and didn't notice. Will felt the heat and started fussing. Trevor looked down and smelled the smoke and wiped the ember off Will's shirt. The pictures are of the hole, yeah just a thumb sized hole, and the shirt Will was wearing which I find hilarious.

I hurt my foot. Last week I noticed my left foot was hurting after a hard day of working at the house. I'm not sure how I hurt it. I've also been working out every day, so it could be from that. In any event, it is still hurting just as bad today as last week. What did I do? I get hurt at the house all the time, and it is just one of those things you have to shake off as fast as you can and move on. I just wish the pain would go away. It's radiating from the top of my foot through to the arch and ankle.

Well anyway, moving on. We got a lot done at the house today and the past few weeks. Let me fill you in: We have been working in the dreaded bedroom and laundry room all this time. We tore most everything out, including the ceiling, and bags and bags of insulation which are now stacked in a large pile in the basement. We put in the closet and bathroom walls, which is terribly exciting!!!!! We lapped all the walls for extra strength since that side of the house is an addition and seems to be slightly separating from the original building. You may be wondering why we would tear out the ceiling. The answer is because we raised it. It was really low before and also had water and mold damage. It was disgusting. Now we have a few more framing days ahead of us, but we are almost done with this part!!!

I thought we would be doing electric next, you know... wiring the house, but Trevor has informed me that it's plumbing next. Oh joy. You know what? I hate plumbing. I remember my dad putting in the plumbing in a new bathroom when we dug out our basement when I was little. I thought it would be exciting. It was slow going and boring. It was a lot of figuring things out and cutting and torching and just soooo soooo soooooo oooooh boring. We are using a new, and supposedly easier kind of plumbing. I hope it goes fast and that I can learn to love plumbing.

Before we even go further with anything though, we are tackling the roof. Two weeks, people. I don't know how this is going to happen. Please pray for us. Pray that somehow we will be able to get everything done that we need to beforehand. Pray that friends from church can somehow convince Trevor to let them help us a lot more than he wants to accept. The roof is a large job, and Trevor can be very stubborn. That's all I'm going to say on that.

Also, one more thing. I'm terrified of being on the roof. Actually, I have no problem getting on the roof, but it's getting off the roof that I have a problem with. When I was a teenager, I remember climbing onto our roof to jump off onto the trampoline. Soo much fun!! Based on this, I have devised a plan that we need to bring our trampoline over and put it at the lowest point of the roof. Otherwise, I'm never coming down. They will have to call the fire department.

Wowee, and Other Amazing Things

So, I know it's been a slow few months on this little blog. To make up for this, I give you... PICTURE OVERLOAD!!!

My last post never published. . .

so that's why this blog has been silent. Weird. I've never had that happen. We've been plugging along with life. I quit sugar about a week ago, and had a headache for 4 days!!! Wow. I was out of control. I've never been so out of control. I guess the stress was getting to me.

School is winding down. I'm glad. I'm ready for summer and sleeping in. Don't expect to see me anywhere before 10am.

Pictures later...

Well, we have had a ton of life happening around here lately. Most importantly today, our amazing cat Mr. Pickles, Mr. Sully Pickles, or Sully, was hit by a car. I was out watering the flowers, and was wondering where he had gone off to. I saw a car drive by very slowly, which was odd, so I went to look in the road and saw him lying there. I freaked out and ran inside where Trevor was laying on the couch trying not to throw up since he was home sick. I begged him to go out and get him. I'd already had to pick up our other cat from the road last year. The kids were getting home soon too. I begged and begged. Trevor wobbled out to the road and yelled "He's alive!". This part makes me bawl. He picked Sully up in a towel and brought him to me. I was bawling and wailing and bawling some more. He was in a terrible mess. Obviously he had at least one broken leg, and had been hit in the head as well. There was lots of blood and he bawled at me bawling at him. Meanwhile, Trevor somehow made it back inside and puked a bunch more in the toilet before laying back down on the couch.

I got Sully to lay down in a box covered in the towel and got Carter to sit with him while I figured out what to do. Trevor said I should shoot him. Yeah right, Trevor. No way. I told Trevor he had to shoot him. He said there was no way he was moving from the couch again, and I was on my own. So I waited five minutes, and Logan and Phoebe's bus got home. They were devastated. They cried and cried, and I cried some more. We decided not to wait for Sami, because we didn't want Sully to be in any more pain, and we were afraid the vet wouldn't be open if we waited too long, so Logan stayed home and watched the boys while Phoebe and I went to town with Sully. The vet said it looked really bad. Sully had a broken right front leg, and no feeling in the left front leg. He also had brain damage and his pupils were not dilated the same. I signed the euthanasia paper and then we bawled some more and told our Mr. Pickles how much we loved him and how he was going to not be in any more pain. We told him to say hi to Puppy and Roy, and that there would be a special boy waiting to play with him. Then we left him there. That's the part I regret. I wish we could have brought him home, but I know I wasn't strong enough for the next part on my own. If trevor wasn't sick, he would have been buried under the tree with the other cats. I can't let myself feel guilty though. It was everything I could do and handle on my own. I'm so over having any animal. To heck with the mice. I'm getting a rat zapper. Look it up. It looks amazing. I'm getting two. Amazon carries them. Animals hurt so so so much. Like I've said before, I don't regret having had them, but it hurts so bad to lose them. We still have two other cats that have adopted us. I've been trying to find them homes, and still hope to accomplish this. This is really important to me now, especially knowing that if these cats stay with us much longer, chances are it will be them I am taking to be euthanized next. Our next door neighbors have about ten cars that speed up and down our road all day long. Half the time they are drunk. They don't slow down for anything. It is very frustrating.