Thankful For???

So I survived Thanksgiving. The feast itself was great. Tender, juicy turkey, Nate's mashed potatoes (even though Dad made them), the gravy was excellent, and Chandra made orange rolls and I had two! And no one but me knew that there was Splenda in the chocolate banana cream pie.

It was after we got home things started to fall apart. First I found H coloring on my bedspread with a marker. Yes, she had a piece of paper between the marker and the bedspread, but with a 3-year-old that's really no help. She had pushed it through the paper and got gray ink on my bedspread. My bedspread that my mother made. My bedspread that I had to go with my mother to 37,000 fabric stores--okay, probably 5--to get the fabric for. This bedspread cannot be replaced and I'm not sure if you can fix a quilt once it's quilted. I was furious. Fortunately, Brent was home, cooler heads prevailed, H survived to get into mischief another day and Brent got the ink out of the bedspread. Thank you very much, Tide to Go.

Then we find out that there are only 3 episodes left of Stargate Atlantis and then it's the series finale. What? Three episodes and that's it? Why is this the first I'm hearing about this? What am I going to DVR on Friday nights? And ABC Family just started Season One over on their Gilmore Girls reruns. I guess they don't have rights to air the final season yet. Why did I just watch 6 seasons of reruns if we're not going to see the final season? Not that it was that good, but still. Oh well, with Gilmore Girls starting over that frees up 5 hours of my week and 5 hours on my DVR. Perhaps now I'll finish my lifelong goal of watching every episode of the X-files in order. Or not.

Black & White

It came to my attention that all of my dress clothes are black and white, with the exception of one navy blue skirt. Everything else, black, white, white, black, black and white, or gray--a sweater. I wonder how that happened...oh right, I kept buying black and white because that's all I liked. When will brown go away? I hate brown. It does seem that navy blue has come back for a bit--I'd better stock up.

Why am I thinking about my clothes? It's because I spent half of the afternoon folding laundry, throwing away most of the dish rags--what can I say, some of them I got at my bridal shower, and they pretty much stink--filling up a size 5 diaper box of H's clothes to give to DI, along with some of Brent's pants. Brent pretty much only wears black pants, with the occasional blue jeans on Saturday, so he doesn't need 5 pairs of blue jeans. One, possibly two is fine.

And how on earth do three people have enough socks to overfill a laundry basket? One of us is three-years-old? I suppose I'd better just DI the socks H has outgrown. That little girl--always growing out of her clothes. And as much as it pains me to donate hardly worn Gymboree clothes, room must be made in her closet. And her closet needs an overhaul, because Brent is always complaining that he can't find clothes for her. Hmm...usually an outfit is laying on her changing table, and her pajamas are always in a stack. I guess they need to be labeled pajamas.

Brent is right, though, her closet does need redoing. Since she's starting to dress herself, and express interest in potty training, methinks her clothes and training pants need to be where she can reach them. So, the toys in bins are coming out--maybe I can finally get rid of that stupid Leappad--and clothes bins are going in. I'll put some stickers on them, with pictures of what goes where. In theory, that should help Brent out. In reality, he'll continue to dress her in things that are too small, too big, still have the tag on, and don't really match. Or let her wear her princess dress.

The Fun Continues

I had just such a fun week last week. On Monday H and I went to music class, then Bajio--mmmm....Bajio--and then I went to the dermatologist and had 3 moles removed. Super fun, especially since one of them requires a special ointment twice a day, which is so fun because it's on the back of my neck and I can't really reach it and Brent was in Florida all week. Not the warm part though, hee hee hee.

On Tuesday I took H to preschool, at lunch at Fat Jacks, ran 6 diaper boxes full of clothes, and one ergonomic keyboard that works fine it's just beige and my new one is black to DI, and then went to the chiropractor where it took 2 hours and we still haven't been adjusted. The good news is that H is only out by 1/2". I am seriously messed up, which is almost funny considering the chiropractor told me in March that he's seen people who were hit by a truck that were in better condition than I was. Ah, emotional trauma. So, we're still waiting for x-rays to be analyzed and I had darn well better get in during the next few days because my shoulder and neck and back really hurt and it makes it hard to sleep!

On Wednesday H went to her grandma's house and I went to the regular doctor for all kinds of fun tests, including diabetes and cholesterol and such. Then we worked on cleaning the house up and unpacking.

Thursday, H went to preschool, and then we went shopping with my dad. We had lunch at Bajio again--H loves rice and beans. We also went by the cemetery because H has decided her grammy is coming back, and it's so hard to explain death to a 3-year-old. I'm glad she remembers her grammy. I'm glad she loves her grammy. But it breaks my heart that my mom is gone and H will grow up with out her. This led me into the crying jag that was Friday. I just can't believe my mom is gone. Seriously.

On Saturday, we went to Outback, and the server messed up everyone's bill. And they so didn't give me a rare steak--more like completely dead. Okay, probably medium, but I said rare, dang it! On the plus side, I got to hold one of my new nephews. And we went to Barnes and Nobles and I got a new calender for 2009--Wonders of the World, since you can't get a Far Side Wall Calender anymore. And we watched Stargate SG-1 Continuum. I will miss Ba'al. Brent and I are plotting out mean things to say about SG-1 over the holidays, even though we did enjoy it immensely when it was on. But we, as the only ones on Brent's side who have cable, have moved on to Stargate Atlantis, and we're at least one season ahead of everyone since they have to wait for it to come to DVD. Hee hee hee...I love Dish. And I love the DVR. And I love that we have 3 hours of Atlantis on the DVR.

Cold November Rain

So, I'm back from Chicago. Cold, cold, dreary, bitter weather out there. The second half of the trip was great. No catastrophes--Nauvoo is not nearly as cold as Chicago. The only downside was everything in Nauvoo closes at 5:00, except the town bar, which closes at 8:00. Oh well, seeing Church History locations was great.

But the first half of the trip--oh my. First, the night before the trip I got a speeding ticket on the way home from the Planning Commission Meeting. Lucky for me, the nice officer cut the ticket down from 25 over (apparently Arrowhead is only 40 mph not 50) to 9 over, which was nice. When I got home, H barfed on me. Yes, my darling 3 year old daughter came down with a 24 hour flu bug the night before we flew out. So the next day she barfed when we were boarding, she barfed at the rental car counter, she barfed at the wedding rehearsal dinner, she barfed at the restaurant after the rehearsal, and she barfed the day of the wedding. Need I mention that she pushed away everything I tried to get her to barf into, so we went through all of our packed clothes in 3 days? Meaning, that just a few short days into the trip we had to do laundry.

So, we load up the mini-van (we had 6 people in our group), and we head to my newly married brother-in-laws house to do laundry. We get rear-ended on the way over by a Ford F250, driven by a young driver who was going too fast on a wet, rainy day. The back window of the minivan shatters. It's a very cold day. And I happened to be taking a swig of Diet Dr. Pepper right when the truck slams into us, so I, and the front of the minivan, get drenched in soda. I end up wearing my BILs Navy sweats the rest of the day, making me look like everyone else in the area. So we blow all of Saturday waiting for a replacement minivan and going to the ER, because everyone is sore and Brent's 90 year old grandmother was one of the people in the van.

And did I mention that the accident happened the day before Brent's birthday? And I forgot about his birthday because I was so sore? What a trip. If I didn't have a speeding ticket to go take care of tomorrow, I'd be super glad to be home.

Another Hiatus

I love going on trips! So I'm off to Chicago with a detour down to Nauvoo. Other than the fact I've got a sinus infection, I'm pretty excited for this trip. Now if you'll excuse me, I have packing to do.