Busy Spring and FINALLY some pictures.

I'm not the best at getting pictures up in the blog. I get really aggravated with blogger and my inability to move pictures around and edit things so the pictures make sense with the text, therefore when I have a post with pictures I have to have a rough outline of what I'm writing about in my head, and face it I don't think that far ahead when putting up a blog post.

The last informative post on our lives I mentioned Igor went to a petting farm with his preschool. He LOVED it. The weather left a lot to be desired but he seemed to be able to tamp down his innate fear of animals and petted most everything with a little coaxing.


Here's my little cowboy riding a pony. He thought he was really an equestrian after this. Of course this makes horse crazy momma's heart proud!

Here he is petting a week old calf. They were SOO cute and I couldn't believe how tolerant they were of the kids.

Last weekend mom and I met up at Meramec Farm it was a nice little get away. Hubby stayed home with the kids and I had a few days without shouting "knock it off" even once. Nice.

At the farm was this cat. When I arrived he greeted me and bent over and petted him. Nice enough cat. The cat the proceeded to follow me as I went on a little stroll down the gravel road, kinda odd for a cat. When I got back to the cabin he sat at the screen door and meowed loudly to be let in. No, I wasn't going to do that, then he jumped up into the living room window and peered in at me. I guess I was rather boring because he soon jumped down. A little bit later I looked out in the cabin lawn and he's out there and was bringing me a half dead mouse. Later that night he took up residence on the hood of my car and woke me at day light by jumping to the bedroom window ledge. He hung out on the rail fences around the cabin most of the day and would bat himself into the screen porch often. The cat was a stalker, never met a cat like that before. I later found out his name is Charlie.

A huge sycamore tree graced the lawn of the cabin. This picture doesn't really give an idea of it's scope. It's only half leafed out. If you don't know sycamore leaves are often bigger than dinner plates.

Of course if you go to a horse farm you must ride. Mom and I rode a couple of days. This was on the second day. I'm on the white horse who thought she had to be in the lead on everything so I spent most of the ride slowing her down. Mom's horse just trudged along like it was a wind-up animal.

A lovely view from the cabin. It was so peaceful there. I do wish the weather would have cooperated a little as it was cool and somewhat rainy. I had planned to canoe a little as well but the water was too high and fast for that adventure.

Baseball is in full swing now. Today Sonny Boy got to play catcher for a little bit. Looking at this picture, I don't think he caught the ball.

Of course he batted as well. I can't remember if he hit this or not, but it's a good shot. Sonny Boy did catch a pop fly while playing first base. I wish I'd had the camera out for that as the look on his face was just priceless. I played over-excited momma when he caught that ball, I'm pretty sure everybody knew which kid was mine at that point. Ha

We are also in full construction mode on the house. The roofers began on Monday (they got held up by some rain) Our house looks pretty rough at the current moment, a big dumpster in the yard, the roof two different colors plus a couple of tarps. Several of the siding boards have been pulled off of the side of the house in preparation for blowing insulation into the walls. The new tube skylight has been installed and it's so great we've ordered another in hopes that it gets here before the roofers are done. The thing is amazing. I highly recommend getting one or 10 of these in your house. The areas of new roof look so much better. The house had been shingled in an old fashioned reddish color asphalt shingle which was so ratty, just the color made it look bad. The new shingles make the house look so much more cared for. The old girl is getting her make-up on.

Well it's late, Igor is getting himself ready for bed and I have a reading stack that currently daunts even me (trying to get some of that blogging for books stuff done).

The American Dream

Three years ago a, Kelly, blogging friend that had done extensive humanitarian work in the town Igor was living in - had even met Igor before me - adopted two older boys from the local orphanage. A paperwork Snafu prevented her from adopting another boy named Viktor who aged out of the orphanage system and became ineligible for adoption due to U.S. immigration laws. Kelly worked magic and brought Viktor to the U.S. a few months later on a student Visa to become part of her family. Viktor, to say the least has thrived in his new family. He is an honor student and has won a prestigious scholarship. The scholarship however was small and nowhere near enough to cover his college expenses. Kelly is supporting him, paying for his room and board, insurance and any other expenses he has as a single mom with two younger boys as well. However Viktor needs help to pay college expenses and stay in school or he will lose his student visa and be forced back to Ukraine to an existence too horrible to think about.

Viktor needs your help. Project Green House Effect has started a Hope Scholarship Fund and Viktor is the first recipient. You can go to the link and learn more about Viktor and make a tax deductible donation to the fund. Your donation will be used for his college expenses, books, tuition, and all those mystery fees that go along with a university education. No amount is too small and certainly no amount too large to help this kid who has already come so far. Viktor is the embodiment of the American Dream, pulled himself up by his boot straps and is working hard to be a productive member of society, your $10, $25 or $100 donation can be the little bit of lifeline he needs to live the American Dream.

Make Viktor a Victor over his circumstances.

Ranking the Review

I know some of you are being so kind as to rank my review, Thank you. I think there is some sort of glitch in how they do their system and it is not explained well when you rank. After you enter your e-mail and rank the review you will need to go to your e-mail account and open the e-mail from the publisher and click on the link to verify that you are not just entering everybody and your momma's address. It appears they've had problems in the past of people running up their own scores. Nice huh, especially considering it's a Christian book pulisher. So if you've ranked my review and not gone to your e-mail and clicked their link please do. If you haven't ranked my review please do, I have no access to the e-mail address nor do I know who ranked if you don't tell me. They say they don't spam, but be sure to click the box that says you do not want e-mails from them if you do not.

If everybody that has already ranked the review goes back and makes it official it will help my ranking by quite a bit.

Thanks

Blogging for Books

Hey I'll admit it I'm kind of a slut for reading material. Put it in my hands and I'll read it, doesn't matter the quality or quantity. When I came across this program from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group it was a good chance to try my hand at book reviewing and get a free book or two in the process. I figure I read so much anyhow might get some sort of little prize in it for me as well. This is where I need your help dear reader please rate my review. The better my ranking the more likely I am to win some sort of prize. I don't care what kind of prize, the whole idea of getting a prize is cool because frankly I never win squat unless you count the time I won a whopping $30 playing slots in Vegas and promptly cashed out. You can do it right from my blog with the handy dandy tool below. Kinda neat (and I'm surprised I figured out how to put it on here)



So here is my debut as a book reviewer:



The Corruptible by Mark Mynheir


The Corruptible is standard detective novel fare. The hero Ray Quinn, a tough ex-cop is hired by a shady character to solve a simple case of corporate theft. Detective Quinn soon meets complications that lead to a tangled web of motive, alibi, and deceit that must be cunningly managed to bring the perpetrators to justice. While the hero is puzzling out the case and chasing bad guys he is also struggling with chronic pain and an increasing dependence on Jim Beam. Ray’s humanity is evident in the fact that despite his tough guy persona he’s helping a troubled young man with dyslexia pass the police exam and learn to love a large collection of John Wayne movies.

The writing over all was decent; the plot moved along and kept the pages turning. The writing did seem a little forced at times and I half expected to see “ It was a dark and stormy night” as the first line of the next chapter. The author did manage to avoid this cliché, if not others when he dressed Ray’s sidekick in a suit and fedora in steamy central Florida. I also found Ray’s access to police records, reports and crime scenes somewhat extraordinary and unbelievable regardless to the mention that he had been given a “consultant status” at the police department because of past incidents that had happened previous in the novel series.

If you’re up for a bit of light beach reading The Corruptible is certainly worth a few hours of your time.

I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review and it in no way colors my opinion of this material.

Spring Where Art Thou?

Spring might finally be sticking her head out a little but I'm not overly sure. Today seems like spring, it's a little warmer, the maple trees have tiny little leaves on them and that ucky stuff some botany obsessed person would call a flower. I don't think she has fully committed to coming and joining us yet. Only yesterday I was shivering in a brisk breeze standing around with people who were still donning winter hats and gloves. She is a fickle little priss.

We will soon start the major end of the house work next week and things are starting to shape up. The contractor had a large dumpster delivered and parked in the front driveway yesterday, he showed up this morning early to supervise the delivery of the shingles and tells us he plans to start middle of next week. That start date means Hubby will be busy cutting wholes in the ceiling and installing the inside parts of the tube skylight we are installing in the hallway upstairs and putting in a vent fan in the bathroom so it can be ducted outside as well. Next week will be loud.

This morning I attended Igor's IEP meeting for next year. All is well, they will re-evaluate him in the fall to make sure he's still progressing as he should but if there are no changes and he still tests appropriately he'll only be seen once a month or so by the physical therapist and the early childhood special ed teacher. Basically they will just be doing checks to make sure he doesn't fall behind as he's testing right in the normal range for everything which of course is wonderful news. I'll fight to keep them on consult for a while though as I think we might have some more school issues faced as he gets older and I suspect many of those issues will arise with his poor vision.

Next week I'll be driving south to meet up with my mother and possibly my uncle for a little get-away at the cabins Hubby and I went to last year. This is my "hunting trip" as Hubby has a duck hunting trip planned in the fall. I hope the weather cooperates as the trip will be kind of a bummer if weather isn't at least tolerable.

Yesterday was the annual petting farm trip of the pre-school. Igor had tons of fun. I was very impressed as he participated in all the activities petting different animals and even kind of milking a real cow. This is coming from a kid who acts fearful of the mildest of dogs and cats. Hopefully he's starting to overcome these fears.

I'm in the process of wheedling Hubby into letting me get a dog and/or a camper trailer. I found a program with a breeder of a poodle cross that would allow me to get the dog for only basic cost associated with any dog. The breeder would then take the dog and breed her a few times and keep her with the pups when born for a few weeks. After the dog has had a few litters of puppies the dog would be fixed and turned over to me. Hubby isn't wild about the idea. My other scheme is to buy a small camper. I like camping but I can't really go without another adult along as the boys are really getting too old to go into the ladies room with me and that makes a shower in campground (for me) impossible. I'd also feel safer with a little bit more between me and some nutcase than a piece of nylon tent. Campers can be had for pretty cheap, there are some really nice ones if you have a big enough vehicle to tow it with, however towing with a mini-van limits the options considerably but there are things out there, just talking Hubby into the idea is difficult.

Sonny Boy's baseball games start this weekend. Yay (can you hear the sarcasm) I'm really hoping he decides he doesn't like baseball that much and doesn't want to play next year. Honestly I didn't realize the time commitment involved as they take things a little too seriously here. Oh well, live and learn.

That's all there is for now, must get back to doing a few chores and quit slacking off so much.

Downed by ants

Friday afternoon I was putzing around in the yard with Igor tagging along. We were picking up all the little sticks that our trees had found the need to rid themselves of since fall. We were unloading the wagon out in the overgrown area of the park ( a perk of living in the corner is that we all use it as a big compost pile) and I found an ant hill. These were not the little tiny ants but the big honking black ones. Perfect for Sonny Boy's ant farm. I send Igor in to get Sonny Boy and the ant farm and soon I'm trying to figure out how to get more ants in than escape. Those boogers were fast. I sat out on the lawn for a little and when I got up my back was kind stiff. No big deal I thought as did a little abnormal walk into the house. When I got in it was worse but my first thought was I'd been hunched over, I need to lie down flat. I laid down on the kitchen floor and was there a few mins. The pain was getting worse and I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I tried getting up but that just wasn't going to happen. Thank God Hubby was home working in his little office upstairs. I called for him and he quite literally picked me up and I hobbled to the couch. The kids bored with all this decided to go finish picking up sticks and Hubby went back to work while I laid flat on back on the couch. I was sitting there, no TV on or anything and I could hear the TV humming that it was "on" but no show was playing (the kid's had been playing Wii) so I decide to get up, turn off the TV and put my glasses on the side table. TV shut off accomplished I bent ever so slightly to put my glasses on the table and BAM it was like I was being stabbed. I managed go get onto the couch again but this time it was really bad. I sat there for a while and determined this is BAD, way BAD, my back has never hurt like this before. I called the walk-in clinic to check hours and Hubby picked me up off the couch and into the clinic I go. Doctor came in and examined me, had a good laugh that I threw my back out picking up ants, gave me two shots, a handful of prescriptions and told me "no laundry, no lifting, no twisting" . I came home and was promptly out cold on the couch to wake up just in time to have hubby make it to the pharmacy to pick-up the prescriptions before they closed. Two days pass in a druggy haze - really I don't think I was awake more than three hours on Saturday. Today I'm upright again with no real pain in my back just some lingering soreness. The diagnosis was "Acute muscle strain" which doesn't even start to explain how horrible this was. So yeah, I was downed by ants.

It's a good thing I'm back upright today - not only because Hubby had to go to work today but because Igor had to go pick up his SMO's. What a LOOOONG appointment. He was excited because that now meant he could wear his new tennis shoes with sports balls on them that light up. I was thrilled we could throw out his little boots he had literally worn a whole in the toe of riding the little scooter in the driveway. Igor was happy to rid himself of them too because he happily tossed them in the garbage at the orthotist office. We also got rid of the offending scooter by giving it to a neighbor for her grandson to play on when he visits.

Well, I guess that's all folks, that's about all my healing back can handle in this chair.

Strange things that pop into my head

Last night I locked myself into the bathroom to take care of basic girl maintenance issues. You know the kind, shave here, pluck there, clip toenails etc. I had strange flashback in time and made me start wondering "What ever happened to..."

To tell this story I must give you a little background though. When I was in college I worked the automotive department at the local Wal-Mart. Late one evening like 9:30 or 10:00 as I was finishing up my jobs for the night a couple of girls in their late teens/early twenties stopped me and asked a question. Nothing new, I was asked where things were like 2345 times a night. However this one was odd, the girls asked me where they could find a facial hair bleaching kit. Well I worked in AUTOMOTIVE, I knew exactly where the turtle wax was and I was really good at figuring out which car battery or oil filter you needed, but the only thing I knew about the cosmetic department was where it was. Of course I told them to look there as we stood near the tire display. The conversation continued that they had already looked there and there were no bleaching kits. Being girl talk I advised that they had waxing kits there (not turtle wax) but they didn't want to do that as the one girl, who really did need to do something with that mustache, was going to get married the next morning, and she didn't want to risk her upper lip being red. Well it was late and a small town with nothing else open so I wished her luck and went on.

Last night that popped into my head and I got to wondering if the bride to be walked down the aisle with fuzz on her upper lip. Then I wondered "Who in their right mind doesn't realize they should do something about their "she-stache" further out than the night before her wedding" Really? I'm sure Kate Middleton polished, buffed, shaved, waxed and whatever other treatment that could be dreamed of before her big shin-dig today. Heck even I made sure my woolly eyebrows were tame a week or so before my rather humble nuptials. See strange things pop into my head.

Last night I started reading a book about 8:30 or so. It wasn't a thick book but it engrossed me and I finished the last page at 3:00 am this morning. The book was "Never Let Me Go" by Kazuo Ishiguro. Definitely worth the read, I hope your able to put it down and sleep.

Since I finished the book just as the royal wedding coverage was starting I flipped it on (I wanted to see it but hadn't really planned to get up that early for it) and became engrossed in the amount of crazy hats the wedding guests were wearing. Really, I LOVE HATS, I wish we Americans would take them up a little bit but some of those creations were un-real! I'm sure the designers got their ideas from Dr. Suess books.

I watched the wedding hoopla till around 7:00 am and decided I should really try to sleep a little so I crawled in the guest bed downstairs and managed to get about an hour of sleep before the kids and hubby were up and making racket. Yeah I'm running on one hour of sleep today, wonder how I'm gonna be holding up at 3pm?

The dishwasher died yesterday as well. Yay (in a very sarcastic tone) Hubby took it apart and looked at and determined it needed a new keypad, easily fixed but the part is $150 and the gasket around the door leaks some. So now we are weighing the benefits of spending $150 on a machine that works well but leaks a little (I'm talking like two tablespoons of water a load) or just going and buying a new machine. In the meantime I'm back to hand washing dishes and that sucks.

Happy day

A Funny Story to Share

A post on a forum I'm a part of reminded me of a story that at the time was like a horribly gone wrong sit-com. Now it's family lore and laughed at from time to time.

A few months before Hubby and I married we made a quick trip to northern Minnesota from Arkansas as Hubby was a groomsman in his cousin's wedding. We were living together and had a black lab mix dog that was roughly 9 months old (the original Winnie). Being quite broke we didn't have the cash to put the dog in a kennel and didn't really have someone to leave her with for the long weekend, so we loaded her up in the car. Now Winnie was a good dog but had one nasty habit of getting car sick. We knew this and had called the vet and gotten some tranquilizers to settle her down and hopefully prevent having a hyper lab-like pup bouncing around in the backseat of a Chrysler LeBaron for 19 hours. The trip up was pretty un-eventful. The dog behaved well and hid her milk-bones at every pottie break. She wasn't too interested in food but we took that as a good sign she wouldn't puke in the car. We get up north for the wedding festivities and Winnie hung out in Grandma's garage with occasional forays of freedom into the yard to do her business and get a little attention. The night before we left for home Hubby in all of his wisdom brought home some bones from his father's house putting the chewy pup in ecstasy all night in the garage. The next morning we arose early, drugged the dog, and loaded up. Somewhere around the 12 hour mark we decide to stop and eat at a Country Kitchen. When we stopped the dog was whining and pacing around but the area around the restaurant was just a big muddy pit so we figured we'd eat and then go find her a place to run for bit before hitting the road again. We go in and eat and we come out we see this rather large dog in the back window well where the convertible top of the car would normally fold down into and we knew something was up. It was very clear when we opened the doors. OMG (that really wasn't what we said) there was runny dog poo on every seat, under the seats, on the floorboards. EVERYWHERE. The dog had some serious bowel issues happening. We let her out into the mud, cause, hey mud is nice compared to this and watched the poor animal retch and squirt while we tried to figure out what to do. Mind you we are still a good 9 hours or more from home and both of us had to be at work first thing in the morning.

Luckily there was a Wal-Mart 1/2 mile down the road or so. Hubby walked and purchased rags, paper towels, carpet cleaner, garbage bags and some ugly old rugs that were on clearance we could sit on because our seats would be wet. We proceeded to scrub out the car in the back of the Country Kitchen with the occasional gag on our part. It was awful. I've cleaned up horrible poop messes by the kids and to this day nothing tops the doggie diarrhea in that car. We get the car somewhat to a minimal health hazard and climb in to sit our rears on ugly clearance rack rugs to get home. We managed to get home sometime in the middle of the night and fall into bed.

Needless to say morning came too early and I had to drive the poop-mobile to work the next morning for my 45 min commute. Pleasant. The windows stayed down all day at work as I watched the miasma escape from my office window. When I arrived home Hubby removed the bucket seats and we scrubbed and cleaned some more. Luckily it was spring so the windows were down often during the day and the odor finally dissipated somewhere three to four weeks later though it still had a tinge on the hottest days.

The moral of the story. When you dog is dancing to get out of a car let them out to do their business regardless to the mud situation. Mud is only dirt. Shit is shit.

We are SO gonna win parents of the year award...

We are SO gonna win parents of the year award. Ha Ha, not likely. No we haven't done anything to scar our children for life like kill a rabbit and tell them it was the Easter Bunny or completely just forget about Easter Bunny hoopla. We did sleep through it however. Yeah I know, not one picture of smiling chocolate covered faces or running through the yard hunting eggs. Nothing. Saturday night I was assembling the baskets and determined they were rather anemic so I ran to Walgreens and just barely made it in five minutes before closing. Grabbing a few items of basket junk I streaked home and finished filling the baskets with enough sugar to put the kids into a diabetic coma. We were awakened by excited kids at some ungodly hour annoucing that the Easter Bunny had come, we proclaimed that was great and rolled over. Fifteen minutes later hopped up on sugar Sonny Boy comes in and declares that the Easter Bunny had left eggs on the roofing material in the yard. Hubby groggily tells them they could go get them, I rolled over. We hear the kids scrambling into clothes (hey at least the didn't go out in pajamas) and run to the yard to grab the loot. A little while later they were back in the upstairs hallway opening eggs and counting jelly beans. Somewhere about this time I managed to haul my carcase out of bed and see the damage. Sonny Boy had managed to consume somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 pounds of sugar, Igor about 5 pounds. I declare a moratorium on sugar consumption and stagger to the kitchen to come up with the least sweet thing I could think of for breakfast. Hubby soon staggers down after me and we begin the nightmare of getting ready for church.

After the craziness that ensues when trying to get all four of us out the door decently dressed and on time we pile in the van and make the corner of the lot. Littered in the front yard we see some opened eggs and a note that very clearly said "Igor" on it that had identified which basket belonged to whom. Now I KNOW that the Easter Bunny had only hidden eggs in the side yard which is fenced in so I can imagine the mayhem that was ensuing while we snoozed and the kids egg hunted in the lawn. I'm sure the neighbors were wondering where the hell we were.

Even with our unnoticed absence Easter went well. We managed to get to church and I cooked a ham for supper. We have a lot of ham now. The ham was a part of a 1/2 pig we purchased after Christmas and we figured we should make use of it instead of letting it sit in the freezer until doomsday. So if your in the mood for a ham sandwich come on over, we are stocked well in that department for several weeks.

Sonny Boy is on Spring Break this week, I'm on jury duty. Luckily I didn't have to go in today, I'll know about tomorrow this evening. I wrangled both kids to the optical shop today and got Igor some new glasses on order. His current ones have taken quite a beating lately and they were el cheapo's from Zenni. Igor's Rx is so strong which equals thick, that he has rather sharp edges and he has at least three fresh cuts (they are small) from his glasses. The new ones will be much thinner and I think will stay up on his nose better as they have a different bridge AND cable temples that wrap around his ear as well. Thank Goodness for vision insurance, the glasses without insurance would have been $500 +, with insurance the total came to $209. Still not cheap but a whole lot better. While at the optical shop I made an appointment for myself for next week to be evaluated for Lasik. Honestly I'm scared snotless by the whole idea but I think they'll give me a valium or something for the procedure. I know I have to be at least somewhat awake but I don't really want to be thinking clearly. I'd love to lose my glasses. We'll see how that goes. Our insurance pays a good chunk of the surgery and since we've spent so much money on medical this year might as well push it and see if we'll meet the percentage for an income tax write off.

Hope your easter was good. This is the part I'd post a sweet picture of the boys with their baskets dressed in their precious Easter clothes. But now you know it's not simple laziness of not posting the pictures.

Long Time, No Post

Things are going pretty well here at the Litter's nest. When things run smoothly I don't really have much to post about because frankly craziness is funny and laundry is not. So today I post just because I'm feeling guilty.

Since moving back to the original nest in Wisconsin Hubby and I have decided we must do some much needed work to the old house since property values have crashed so much we will be living here for quite a while now. In the fall we had a flexible roofing material put on the porch roof (it's a flat roof and was leaking) and installed a new high efficiency boiler and hot water heater so we could remove the chimneys when we re-roof. Currently I have a pallet of OSB in the yard and I'm waiting on the contractor to finish a job before he comes and opens up our roof down to the rafters to remove the chimneys, insulate the walls, re-sheath (there is no solid sheathing up there, just 2 layers of asphalt over the original cedar shakes), new shingles, install a bathroom vent and a tubular skylight. When that mess is over we plan on giving the old girl a new coat of paint. We plan on changing the color and exactly what color to paint has been a big topic of conversation. The most helpful thing I've found on line is Sherwin Williams Color Visualizer Tool which is pretty cool. This thing lets you upload a picture and "paint" the house or room different colors to see how they look. I haven't done any of the interior stuff but it works pretty well with the exterior. Of course your not getting the perfect nuances of the color on your computer screen but it gives the general idea. I'll most likely buy a few quarts of paint and patchwork on the house before I go whole hog but at least I'll have the field narrowed down a bit. We also have the power company lined up to top out a couple of trees and get them out of the power lines so Hubby can play with his chainsaw and drop them the rest of the way. Removing one will open up the front of the house a bit and allow us some room to re-do some landscaping. The other two will be to hopefully allow some grass to grow and be down when we ever get the money to build a new garage in a few years. Ah, big plans.

Sonny Boy is now in full force Rookie League baseball. Here that means machine pitch. He's only had a couple of practices so far and both have been so cold I hid in the van. The weather is just miserable for April.

School is out next week for spring break. What a late spring break! I suppose they are tying it into Easter and that falls late this year. We had hoped to travel a little, visit family and such but I got a summons for jury duty for that week. Yuck. I could have had it deferred once but was worried it would crop up when Hubby was scheduled for one of his long haul training trips and I would really be up a creek for child care. Currently the plan is IF I have to go in Hubby will work from home and let the kids watch entirely too much TV. I understand it's a real pain here as there isn't much parking near the courthouse. The court did send a pass for my dashboard so I could park in the meters but I don't really want to advertise I'm going to be away from my vehicle for hours in that neighborhood. I hope I don't have to sit on some long drawn out case.

Today is a holiday from school for Sonny Boy and it was supposed to be for Hubby. I don't think Hubby's customer's quite got that memo though as he's off working with one today. Hubby did have his first emergency "run to hold a customer's hand" the other day after a customer from Brazil had issues in Chicago. I hope that doesn't happen too much.

Well I suppose that's about it. I've let the kids veg in front of the TV too much today. The weather stinks so there is no throwing them outside and I'm not in the mood to listen to their craziness. I've promised them a trip to the movies to go see the 3:00 showing of Rio. Hope it's worth the $6 a head to get in, not to mention the $20 of popcorn.