Light Out!

Tonight is Earth Hour! Please join us in being more GREEN. To do so, please, Flick your switch off for Earth Hour! We look forward to this day every year. It is the one excuse to have a nice romantic night with my hubby by candle light.

Confession time

I... must... confess! I to have sinned.

I finished all of last years Christmas presents early December, and put down my addiction for the last 3 months. Although, I do have to say, that I fell off the wagon a couple of times in February. Then, I had some will-power once again, but now, I have fallen off the wagon and am drowning.

Look @ the # on the top there, you see that, well, that # made me go back to my addiction and I am not able to stop, nor do I want to stop. I am loving it, and can't go a day without it. I have to have a fix everyday, doing it again and again, time and time again. I cannot help myself...

These have been calling my name, I'v ignored them for awhile, but they keep getting louder and louder and louder... I can no longer tune them out.

Some say that I should seek counceling, others say, just do it, you won't get hooked. Hey, I'm not being selfish, I am really doing this for the love of getting my daily fix of about 4 hours a day. Mostly in the evenings after the kids go to bed and it's just Nat & I (I can't even get him to try it ), but, I have gotten Mareal addicted. I don't think that I am a bad person or mother, I want others to share in my addiction as well.

Some of you may know what my addiction is, others may not. BUT, and this is a BIG BUT... I know quiet a few others who have this same addiction as well, and our families don't quite understand it.

So, to end my confession, I am going to show and tell my addiction...

A lesson to be learned

... from typing the wrong E-mail address: A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years before. Because of their hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minneapolis and flew to Florida on Friday, and his wife was flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel, and unlike years ago, there was a computer in his room, and he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her E-mail address, and without noticing his error, sent the email to the wrong address. Meanwhile.... Somewhere in Houston ... A widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory after suffering a heart attack The widow decided to check her E-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends... After reading the first message, she screamed and then fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and then glanced up and saw the computer screen which read: To: My Loving Wife Date: Friday, October 13, 2005 Subject: I have arrived! Dearest Love: I know you are surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now, and you are allowed to send E-mail to your loved ones. I have just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow, and look forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was. PS... It sure is freaking' hot down here

Please read!!!

If you are an owner of a dog that belongs to a 'dangerous breed' category and you also have a small child please take this as a warning. Don't leave your dog with the child unattended under any circumstances. Only a little moment was enough for the following to happen. See the photo attached ..... .... .... ..... ....

Update

Yay! We got the car running! No leaks, so far so good. We will be taking a test drive to my folks house. To be on the safe side, Nat wants me to take my AAA card with me, just in case. We missed church today, so we could finish up the car (I didn't want to leave Nat home by himself working on a car -- with no one here if there was an accident). While working on the car, we noticed that our sewer was leaking from the driveway. GREAT! Another problem. We called the city, they came, snaked, and removed a couple of BIG root balls. Lucky for us, it was on city property and not ours. Oh, did I mention, the back half of our house has no power? Yep, no power. Nat, his dad, and brother have been up in the attic, at the breaker box, etc. Can't figure out why there is no power to the back of the house. Heck, they can't even figure out the wiring and why it was done the way it was done, go figure. Umm, I think it's time for our landlords to get a hold of an electrician. Talk about a fire hazard waiting to happen (and this time, it won't be from my kids). I go to bed each night praying that our home won't catch fire.... I know that I would love to go back in time and live like they did in the pioneering days, but, and this is a big but, I do like my modern day conveniences. I tell you, we are sooooooo ready for this black cloud to leave us.

Car's Finished....

I'm doing the happy dance. I'm thinking, hey, I will have my van back by Monday! Can't wait... Well, Nat was putting the car back together yesterday and needs me to start the car.... all of a sudden... I hear Nat say, "STOP... We're leaking gas!" "What?" I say. So, I stop trying to start the car... He finds what he thinks is causing the fuel to leak, puts it on, tightens the bolt, and we try again... "STOP, we're still loosing gas." AARRRH... please let this be a simple fix. Now, here is where I notice that he has 2 bolts left over... 2 bolts. All the bolts were in when you started taking the car apart, now you have 2 extras, oops, you need to find where they go. Maybe they go where the fuel leak is coming from... Nat says no. Why don't men listen to women when they suggest something? I turn and walk away, and he calls his friend up (the one who has been so wonderful to take two weekends out of his time to help fix the car). He tells Nat to find the problem... to no avail, Nat is having a hard time fixing the leak. SAM, we need you, please come back and help! I just love knowing mechanics who take a payment of homemade banana bread, for their time and energy. I also love that Nat offers MY services as a payment, without even asking me first, Geez Louise. (But I really don't mind, especially since we aren't paying an arm an a leg for someone else to do the dirty work.) Who know when I will have my car again... I did the happy dance tooooooo early I think. I will post an update later. BTW... It has been 2 weeks since I had a set of wheels at my disposal.