Merry Christmas

The anticipation waiting for Dennis. We tried passing the time with breakfast, but all the kids wanted to do was sit and stare at the tree. Poor things.


For all those who wondered about the tiny box. Inside were diamond earrings. My man friend has impeccable taste.


The kids had a good haul. Spoiled little things. They still get to have Christmas at their "other parents".
Shawn got a rail and a new skateboard. I'm sure that we will be posting pics as soon as he gets the hang of it.
Gracie made off with a new I pod. She was jamming out all morning.
Summer got her very favorite thing, a gigantic gumball machine.

Merry Christmas to all!

Its Christmas. Designers are cranky. They don't care if one of your sisters worked till 1:00 in the morning to table their drapes. (Thank you very much Cristal) They don't care that you worked Saturday and all Day Sunday with you other sister (Thank you Katt) While your children entertained themselves. They don't care if you got up at 3:30 in the morning to make sure the job was finished by 8:00 so you could go to your other job. The only thing that they care about is that their client decided they want their bedspread to be 2" longer, how can they pin it on you. "oh, yes!" they say to themselves, "I will call her and tell her that the bedspread was crap and that she has to remake it." So when they call me and say this. (Which I was quite surprised I thought that it looked really good) I tell them that we can remake it and I am sorry that she was disappointed. To which they follow up with, "Well, I am going to have to order new fabric" and I say, "You don't have to do that I can use what we already have." and they reply, "Oh no, they need it to be longer." and I say to myself, "Ahhh... It's not that the workmanship was bad, it's because the designer made a mistake and would very much like to pin it on me so that I will remake the whole thing for free." Not a word about the rest of the house that got installed, making sure to know that I would not be getting paid for any of the work that was done until the client was pleased with the bedspread. (which was not my fault.) No worries that I already paid my employees for the week and might be short for my own Christmas money. (I'm not. I have enough)

Merry Christmas to all the under appreciated employees who get to take on the cranky people.

Tree time

We managed to get the tree in the house... Dusty had to do a bit of trimming to get it to go in.
My pictures came out , sideways.... I turned them, but they don't seem to want to stay that way... I guess I have some computer malfunctions today. I will have to work on them. So, maybe soon...

Slow Driving

It seems as though my slow driving has done nothing, but, slow me down. Thursday Gracie was late for school. Granted, first I have to drop Summer and Shawn off on University and Ellsworth to catch the bus and then drive out to the Hunt Highway and Gary (Crismon ish) to drop off Gracie, but I haven't been late before.
Today, I rounded the corner to Shawn and Summers bus stop just as the bus was leaving. I slowed, (I was going to just u turn and drive to the school) the bus driver stopped and asked if I wanted to let the kids on. I said "Sure, if you don't mind." Mean while Summer was tearing up at how embarrassing it was to be the last one to get on the bus, and that it was a special "stop". I guess I'm getting old when I can say, I just didn't understand. It's not like I turned the corner honking and waving the bus driver down. Yelling out my window, "Yoohoo!! Bus Driver! Wait for two more!" It was all very calm and collected. Poor girl was so mortified that she even told me after I picked her up that "Next time please just keep driving. Don't stop and chat it up with the bus driver."
It's tough being the mom. Sometimes you just don't know what to do....

Thanksgiving

We skipped out on turkey to get a head start on the sand. Dusty and I took Coco with us to the Sand Dunes. I was fun. I can't drive the RZR without sticking it in the sand though. Dusty runs it good though. We went up, and down, and all around.
We were at the sand drags just kicking it, and who pulls in right next to us? Robby Gordan. He just wanted to kick it too. I didn't dare get to close, you never know when the itch will come to steal a real trophy truck. Hate to have good ole Robby take me to court.

The drags were packed! All the way down both sides was about 10 toys deep, at least.

The dunes are getting over run by sand cars, rails and side by sides. There are more of those out there now then quads, bikes.

Cocoa

Yesterday we bought a new puppy. Her name is Cocoa. You can tell a difference from having boxer puppies to having a lab puppy. She is much more submissive. Those boxer pups are crazy. So far she gets along well with Pinto, Beans and the kids. We just love her.

Dusty the Pilot

Dusty picked out this remote control plane and decided to learn to fly. The first flight was quite the learning experience. Which made every flight after a learning experience. Each time the plane took a dive, something broke. So every time the plane got repaired it was a little different. Which caused him to re-learn to fly every time he took off. Poor thing. About a week after the maiden voyage he finally got it. Flew around the golf course several times showing off how he can turn and make the plane go right where he wanted it, then suddenly the wings folded in half (mid flight) and crashed into the top of a palm tree of all things. The boys (Dusty, and Alex) grabbed the extension ladder and climbed the neighbors tree to retrieve the plane. Not quite all in one piece.

There will be a new plane. And more flight I do believe. So if anyone is itching to take a trip Dusty is on his way to get his pilot license.