2010 Embraced

  2010 and both Steve and I have joined new technology (Steve's had a laptop for years). Although I am typing this on our real computer. My laptop goes to the temple with me today to see if I can pick-up someone's wi-fi from the temple apartment.                                  Will someone stack the ads?Will walking around looking very cute. The other kids were downstairs watching Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. They'll tell you all about it...over...and...over...and...over. Apparently its hilarious.

Sledding

Once again its time for RedNeck sledding. Will cried inside until I gave in and added him to the fun.

Notice the lovely fingernails on Emmy and Abby. And yes, Abby does have bandaids on her thumbs. They're princess ones so she doesn't suck her thumbs.

Emmy had enought of the fun and got out to jump in the snow. Will was driving with grandpa.

Mandy and Trevor have left for a week (on a cruise) so we have the grandkids. Watching TV, snacking, bubble baths, sledding is time well spent.

Will takes it easy with Grandpa Steve.

                                                                                                   

Reed in his spot watching CloneWars and eating yogurt fruit ball things.

Emmy takes to the bubble bath with frogs.Abby is snack central.The weather finally broke and Steve shoveled out an area for the chickens to get outside. That was one smelly coop that I shoveled out on Friday.

Bad Boots.

So Sunday I wore these boots for the first time in a long time. The boots are at least 20 years old, anyway... Besides the fact that I used to wear these with my jeans tucked-in (which of course now I can't due to my freakishly enormous calves) they fit fine. So I came home from church, took off my jewlery, shirt, and skirt (with no problems) and went to remove my boots. I pulled and pulled and nothing. NOT A BUDGE! I thought , "Well, that's strange" and pulled and pulled some more. After 10 minutes of trying to remove them I put on a bathrobe and went downstairs to get Steve to pull them off. I will pause here to let you know I looked quite chic wearing a cheap old-lady front zip mock-velor purple robe and boots. Steve just stared and started to smirk. I told him he needed to pull the boots off that somehow they were stuck. I thought maybe my sweaty feet had formed a vacuum. Anyway he pulled and pulled the left boot and it didn't budge. He tried the right with no success. He wanted to get a knife and cut them off but I declined. Next he claimed he couldn't

 get a good grip and went and put on a pair of leather work gloves. Afer twisting and pulling for 10 minutes the left boot came off; after another 10 minutes the right one finally was off. Now all over my hose was yellowy dust except on the feet area where the hose were hardened with a coating of resin. Yes, the boots had glued themselves to me. All I can figure is that the old lining must have a thin foam backing that is breaking down after all these years and turning in to super bonding dust. I'm taking them in to get new lining.

SNOW, SNOW, SNOW

More cold and the snow that won't go away. After driving us crazy by being in the house all day, we sent Reed, Abby, and Emmy out to play.

They didn't bring their snow clothes but went out all excited anyway.



I don't know when we'll see the patio table again; this is on the north side so it doesn't get alot of sun.

Will had to stay inside.

Emmy tried out some of my dangly earrings.

Since October? You're Kidding.

Between the basement, my wrist, the holidays, life, etc. I've been a bum. So here are a (very) few pics and update.

Look at those fab walls, the stripes are perfect. I like lots of different colors (every room in my house is a different theme/color) and thought I hadn't any purple. This is light lavender on lighter light lavender. BTW it turns out I do have dark dark purple curtains/towels in my hall bath.

Part of finishing the basement was to move my office armoire out of the upstairs guest room. A feat that took Trevor, Matt, Tom, and Dan, and my wood trim. They swear the only way it leaves the basement is in pieces.

One of my Christmas presents from Matt. It a chicken plucker (you put it on a drill)...can't wait to see how it works.

Its official!!!! Matt is getting married. Amber Rothwell is now in charge of whipping him into shape. Here I am marking the date. PS: Make fun of my shirt and you just may get one.