Free is the best sort of deal

I love a good deal...and free really is the best! This little number was offered to us by our realtor. Someone was moving and needed it gone. I was thrilled. I'm cheap, what can I say? The best part of it all? I put it together...all by myself! Usually, I am what you call a wimp. I get Kaye to do anything that requires heavy lifting and handyman skills, but my Elijah really wanted to play with it and it was a beautiful day....so I did it! I'm extremely proud of myself. I like the feeling of being independent.

Colby vs. Prayer

I know I haven't blogged in a really long time. I'll try to expound later on. BUT, right now, I have to share another Colby story.

Dad: "Colby, please say family prayer."
Colby: "I forgot how."
Dad: "Mom can help you."
Colby: "Never mind. Arg!"

Colby: "Dear Heavenly Father, we are thankful for (aside to Kaye - I can't think of anything).
Dad: "This day."
Colby: "This day. And please bless I won't have to say prayers again tomorrow night. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

What a little butt. I think I'm really going to have to worry about him later on in life.

Officially homeless!

Trying to move has been an absolute disaster. Things are NOT going the way I anticipated. Can't sell our house, can't find a place to rent. Need to be there for school in September and Kaye HATING commuting with a passion. Either way, we are moving...the end of the week. The kicker is, we don't even have a place to move in to. Moving to Innisfail has proved to be more difficult than I thought. There seems to be 10 vultures fighting over the same carcass. I'm getting a little downhearted about it to tell you the truth. We now have a renter coming next week to live in my home. We are going to be staying in Brooks at my mom and dad's for however long it takes to find a place in Innisfail....which will be soon, RIGHT??? I need to be positive....or delusional, whichever one I need to be to get through this without losing my mind!

Look out for us in Brooks anyway. We should be there by next Monday at the latest. As for now, we will be madly packing our entire house in the next week. Yay!!

Just what you need, when you need it.

As of late, I have been feeling a tad overwhelmed with my children. I know that I have wondered if it is worth it. I get so frustrated with all the fighting, yelling, crying, and all together stress of being a mom. It just seems like Heavenly Father knows just what you need, exactly when you need it. Today at church, it felt like all the testimonies were about the importance of moms and families. Then, in Relief Society, it was all about nurturing and loving our families. Then, I get home and turn on the LDS website, and I find this mormon message.

Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God

I am so glad Heavenly Father loves me. I feel better now.

Seriously?

Yesterday, we received a flyer in the mail from George Richards Big and Tall. I love to look at clothes that might actually fit my husbands frame! As I was looking through, I found a picture of a tee shirt. It was shown in blossom. It is also available in cola, como, sepia, atlantis, armadillo, black, white, charcoal, sangria, or marine. I also found a dress shirt which was available in white, black, pewter, french blue, lavender, chianti, ivory, capri, blossom, chamois, or violet.

This strikes me as somewhat odd. Can someone please define the exact shade of tee shirt I will be receiving if I order como? What about atlantis? What colour would marine be compared to atlantis? Seriously, is there something wrong with the real colours. It is just so ridiculous! Also, I don't know if I really want my husband wearing a shirt that's called blossom or cola. They just sound so silly! I don't even mind having my husband wear pink, but blossom? Weird.

Yes, we are that pathetic

We bought or van in 2006, a couple of weeks after
we found out that I was pregnant with Elijah. When we bought the van, we were given 2 key fob keys. Like this.....



The really bad part about these keys is that they connect to a key ring by that tiny little loop on the side. Not sturdy AT ALL.

About 3 years ago, in a huff, I threw my keys down and broke my van key off of my key ring. About a year later, Kaye's key broke off from being on a key ring with too many other keys. You can't tape that puppy back together. It's in a spot that just doesn't work.

We've been carrying around our keys for a couple of years now...just trying to keep track it. It is not that easy, considering you always have to have your key ring AND your separate key.

A number of months ago, we lost one of the keys somewhere, we have no idea where, and were down to one key. Yesterday, we lost our second key. We cannot drive our van! I cannot even tell you how mad this makes me. We can't find it anywhere! I realize this makes us extremely irresponsibe. I get it. It's hard on weekends though. Kaye drives the van on the weekend as well, so I don't really keep as close of an eye on the key. Either way, it's gone.

Now, we have to tow our van all the way to Olds, which is not going to be cheap so that we can get a new key programmed for our stupid van! I am NOT impressed.

Man, I really, really need to find that key!


* UPDATE

KAYE FOUND THE KEY!!!!! It was hiding underneath Colby`s bed under a pile of clothes. Thank goodness! And yes, we are going to be getting a new one tomorrow.

Only in public!

Today, I decided to go to Winners. No particular reason why, I just wanted to get out of my house. When I go to Winners, sans husband anyway, I like to be there for hours. During this morning spent in Winners, Elijah had to use the bathroom.

Picture this:

Cart must be left outside because I have merchandise.
Baby must be held as floors are, well, bathroom floors.
Elijah locks the stall so I cannot get in.

All is well until...splash!

As you can imagine, Elijah falls into the toilet. I'm alone, holding a baby, with the stall door locked, and a child who has just fallen into his own....you know. It was delightful.

Luckily, when he finally opened the stall, it was to find only his socks that had gotten any real "damage".

To top it off, needing help to wipe his bum, he comes out of the stall into the public area and proceeds to bend over with his booty in the air for me to wipe. Luckily, no one there was offended by the sight of a little boys poopy butt in their face....or they just didn't say anything. Kids! You gotta love em!

You know what though? Still got myself some cute dresses! All is good!