The Man from Snowy River

Most of us have seen this movie. Wes and I watched it again the other day, because all I really remembered of it was this amazing ride straight down a mountain.That I could watch a everyday and not get tired of seeing it. But I'm sitting there through the movie, before he rides down the mountain, thinking; that can't be the MAN from Snowy River. Where is he? Does this kid grow up sometime?I even watched Return to Snowy River just to confirm that this kid doesn't grow up. He's a pretty amazing rider, but he's a 17 y/o farm boy. I'm voting to rename this movie: The Boy from Snowy River.

Raising Children Dogless

I do not know how so many people have kids and no dogs. It's been almost 2 weeks and I've never vacuumed my floors so much. And if you know me, I'm a floor Nazi. It's a bit of an obsession. I thought, "Now I won't have to mop as often, because there won't be paw prints from Mela going in and out. Also no drool spots (less common)." Instead there are crumbs. Crumbs that stick to your feet at every opportunity. That makes me more crazy than paw prints and dog hair ever did. I never would have thought that my floors would be cleaner with a dog.

Also, Dylan spilled/smashed a cracker on the carpet in the basement and I told him he needed to pick it up. He looked around and asked, "Where's our dog? Where's Mela?"

I reminded him, "Mela died. Remember? She went to live with Heavenly Father and Jesus."

"Well, when are Heavenly Father and Jesus going to bring her back to our house?"

Me trying not to laugh, "They're not bringing her back she died and is living with them forever."

"Let's go to the dog store and get a new dog. A black dog."

I love that kid. Even yesterday he asked if dad had brought home a black dog yet. I think there's going to be a new dog sooner instead of later.

Mela

We had to put Mela down today. It was a really difficult decision to make. She's been deteriorating for months now, but she finally stopped eating and drinking, and was barely getting up. She was my baby before I started having babies, my running/hiking buddy, the happy face on a rotten day. She was very much a part of our family and she will be greatly missed.

Siblings

What is it about your brother/s and sisters that makes you revert back to being 5 years old? I went to listen to my brother talk in church today and could not stop myself from making faces at him from the back row. I made him stumble just a little while he was speaking, and while he was hiding a grin and continuing, I was about to bust up laughing. Then during the closing hymn, I messed up the words. Maybe more than once, and my sister kept laughing at me. So I elbowed her repeatedly and she laughed harder. I think my parents were embarrassed by their adult children. I got a look from my mom that said, "You're almost 30 years old and have 2 children who you wouldn't let act like this during church. You're the oldest, try to set a good example for your brother and sister. (mantra of my childhood)" I left quickly after sacrament to change my clothes because I thought for sure my brother was going to beat the snot out of me for messing up his talk. That's what you fear when your younger siblings get bigger than you. Lucky for me he thought it was funny and I escaped unscathed.Without spouses or children there, it made me kind of miss just the 3 of us.

Boots

Am I a minority or a majority? This is what I want to know. I love this look. But I have a hard time finding boots that I can zip up over my ginormous calves. Typically when I wear my pants over my boots, I just don't zip them up all the way and no one is the wiser. I feel like I can do alright in the skinny jeans, but my calves are strangled. If I were my mom I could fit 17 pairs of pants between my legs and my boots, because her legs are so dang scrawny. Alas, I'm not built like my mom. Do they make extra wide calf boots in a 6 1/2?

I'll Do It Myself

Dylan has been saying this a lot to quote the Little Red Hen. It's also my mode of operation. So I've spackled, and sanded, and wiped, and vacuumed the dust. Now can I please paint them so we can switch these rooms.

This room is one of the more hideous in our house, and a little messy right now. This is the room Dylan needs to move into. And will once I can get Wes to commit to a bed size. We have a full bed in there right now that I'm willing to just let DVS have instead of spending the money to buy him a twin. Wes argues that it's too big for a 3y/o. I'd still rather go for not buying a new bed.

This is Dylan's room right now. It's huge. Way bigger than a kid really needs. The reason why he's in that room. It had a set of hooks at a convenient toddler height when we moved in. Wes doesn't understand why this room needs to be painted. He thinks it looks just fine and I'm just never happy with anything.

Why I'm at a standstill. Wes needs to decide on a bed size so I can get a bed set, then pick paint to match it. I know what color I want to paint my new sewing room/office/workout room. Just waiting for it to become important enough to Wes.

In Between Hair

I miss my long hair...
It was really pretty. It helps me feel feminine.

I miss my short hair...
It's SOOO easy. And it doesn't matter how messy it is, because that works too.

Right now I just have this hair...(Dylan took the picture. He's been stealing my camera, and sometimes he takes a decent pic.)Bleh! Could there be a worse haircut?
Until it gets long, then I'll get bored, then I'll cut it all off and start over.