Wednesday, February 25, 2015

In other news...

Let's just call this one the Dummy's Guide to Castro February 2015, or at least, up until now.
Thanks to instagram, my not-ever-enough-storage iphone, and a waterproof point-and-shoot with some messed UP color...
The daily grind - only, preground, pre-sugared, and pre-pared.
But, always tastes better in one of my many rainbow mugs, fo sho.

Evan is shoe tying BOSS now. 

I keep a book in my car at all times. It's what I read in the parking lot when I'm waiting on kids to get out of school. Finally finished this one. And, as I reluctantly started reading it, I got to the point of not leaving it in the car anymore, because I HAD to finish it.
Good read. 

The annual Daddy/Daughter dance night. By FAR the best looking couple in town, just sayin'. 
This was the only picture I got of them this year, due to the fact that my date and I had to leave earlier for our adventure. :(

And that adventure was OSU's ComiCon!
We grabbed Uncle B and wandered around meeting our Bat friends (or enemies? I have no idea...)

This guy, who was running one of the booths there, asked Evan for a photo. 
Well, of COURSE! He was the cutest Batman there!

At one point, we got interviewed for some news program, but it was loud, so I couldn't really hear what she said. My brother and his friends sent us some shots of the interview, which went pretty well, besides the fact that we couldn't hear crap! Pretty sure she asked me about our costumes and we told her that we love Totoro, but whatever.

Now, I KNOW these guys are our nemesis's...

More interview...

A geocaching/photo walk day! 
Enjoy this candid, unposed photo of the crew...

And an afternoon raking leaves for vacation money turns into a leaf rumpus.

Got this tray for a dollar at an estate sale. The plan was to scour it and paint it bright yellow or green, but after the heavy washing, it actually looked pretty cool, so it stayed. 

Instead, we spray painted some rocks for an organic version of tic-tac-toe.

A family bike ride to the pond...

I put these spuds in my hibiscus tree's pot until I could get their potato barrel ready.
Apparently, I wasn't fast enough.

Evan and I testing out the panorama cam - love the "frozen" face he had to hold so it wouldn't blur. He told me in the "president's time", they had to sit for ten minutes to get their pictures taken, so that's why they didn't smile. Because it was too hard to smile for ten minutes.
(True story, as anyone who's ever had wedding photos taken knows!)

Valentine's Day party at school!

 Evan's fav onigiri - the office ladies love (and request) them all year.

Two girls, two piggies, two pandas, and fox footies. 
Doesn't get much more fab than that?

The start to our President's Day - No school. 

Annual birthday breakfast at ihop for Emma's 12th!

After the school dance, a few of her friends stayed over and the next morning woke up earrrrly to go hit the garage sales in search of items for their own Flea Market Flip. - Emma's new favorite show.
In fact, our neighbors across the street, knowing this, gave her an antique table for her birthday that she could redo on her own! SO sweet.

Since there was only one sale that morning, the girls had to combine their finds and came together to make vases with book pages modge-podged around them. They even had battery powered tea light candles to put inside each one. 

The snow came one morning, and we headed down to the pond to sled down the hill.
It wasn't 5 minutes later, the winds picked up and started pelting us with sleet.
Pretty sure I stood there in pain just to see if the exfoliation would be beneficial...

Sideways sleet!

We headed home soon after - the boys on the 4W and us girls in the heater.

Some more snow pics via instagram:

And a SNOW DAY!!! kept the kids home with me yesterday, so as anyone snowed in would do, we ventured out for some cadillac queso at MJ's!

And now, I've used my morning sitting here at the computer and I must, must, must get this place picked up before my life group comes over tonight and gets lost in the piles of snow pants and gloves gone wild!


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Back in Business!

Let me start off this post by saying that I have, in fact, been blogging the days away, but they are all in the private, unpublished areas of the interwebs that keep the deepest of my thoughts in vessels that only the hubby & kids will ever see, because, let's face it, you don't want to know exactly what I (and probably every parent that has experienced child loss), REALLY thought about that superbowl ad, right? 
And my sweet neighbor, sick with the flu, called to ask if I was okay, because there had been no such blogging goin on, and, let's face it, the sweet ladies across the street are always thee ones that call the cops who discover the body of the lady that lay dead (in the house that Jack built), so it was more out of duty than anything else, I'm sure. ;)


Last weekend, Valentine's weekend, it was fab-u-lous weather. It was that kind of day that gets sandwhiched in between the endless days of blah and cold, and you just know God put a tag on the sunrise that morning saying "Happy Valentine's Day, Love, Big Poppa", and we all raise our hands in Hallelujah chorus that, number one, it wasn't *just* a Hallmark holiday, because, duh, God. And secondly, it was going to be WAAAARRRRRM!

And Ems had spent the morning with us at the basketball game and then sped off to a cheer competition with one of the besties, so I was left with two lovely men and the day that God hath made. We decided that this day was going to be the perfect day for a picnic lunch and a little bitta playtime at the park. We were in separate cars (why were we in separate cars?!), so it made it easier to send the men off to Chik-fil-a while indulged in Taco Bell, since we were on that side of town - and we are never on that side of town! (Note to Taco Bell - the west siiiiiiiiide needs you!!)

So we met up, these handsome fellows and I - at the park, and ate our fast. greasy foods and the strawberry starburst icees that I proudly presented them with as if they were holy grails, and then I decided. 

The kids have been asking for a trampoline for probably forever and 3 months. I'm just about the last person who would ever have one at their house. Death trap!! Limb breaker! Spine snapper! No, No, NO!
A friend of mine whose husband is a bone guy swears that trampolines pay their salary. And that sealed the deal. 

But this glorious day - and the fact that they had asked TWO neighbors if they could pleeeeeease jump on their trampolines (to which both said they were deteriorating and ripped, which happens when your kids finally leave for college), and the fact that a discount store in town had one for a reaaaallllly good price - had me cringing when I finally told hubby that yeah, maybe we should get them a trampoline.
(and lemmie tell you - the look on his face....)

I am still not comfortable with it. I still don't like it. I still stand there, face pressed against the glass door, watching and waiting for the snap of a leg, but it's one of those things that, in all fairness, is good for them, even if it takes them (WAAAAY) outside the safety bubble of momma. But, I do it, not because I like to, but because it lets them stretch those little wet wings a little further. (Let's all take a moment and remember the 4-wheeler...)

So, there it was, The purchase of the century, another 14 grey hairs, and a semi- permanent red mark on my face from the cold glass door. 

(I'll pause here as you clap)

So, we lug the trampoline boxes home, and the boys work together to get them to the back yard. 

Meanwhile, I lug all my garden stuff back to the soon-to-be garden. We had moved it from last year's spot because there was still a bit too much shade in the evenings. 
Evan & I had gone out and measured and mapped out a GREAT raised-bed garden plan, but when we got to the store to buy the lumber, we hung our heads and headed home. Because, WOW, was lumber expensive. 

New garden plot
I had enough treated lumber in my scrap pile to build the small center bed that was actually "Evan's Garden", so we decided that for now, we could plant the cold weather crops there, and work on raising the money for the other beds later.
(lemonade, anyone?)

As the guys put together the death trap-o-line, I chopped and nailed and drilled and completed the frame for Evan's garden.

And angels sang in the glory
By the time the garden was finished (WHY do I not have pictures of this??), the sun was starting to slowly go deeper in the sky and the cold was making its way back - FAST. I didn't actually plant the plants in the dirt, I just sat them in their containers and covered them with a clear tote, hoping they'd make it through the cold night.

I helped the boys finish up the trampoline by sewing the net on, and it was dark when it was finally complete. 

Two days later, God delivered some more fantastic weather.
And it led to this adorable little guy in coveralls, saying "Hey! I look like Grandad!"

(I'd love to see my dad in those socks, though)
The kids jumped away on the snowy trampoline while I checked on the crops in their ghetto greenhouse. 

Can it look any more like a morgue?!?
They seemed okay, but I wasn't willing to lift the box and release whatever warmth was inside. 

Now, 2 weeks later, the poor things are STILL in there, hopefully still alive, and the snow has melted, so perhaps today is the day they will make it into the ground! 

Evan's choice of crops: Lettuce & Broccoli

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