know I haven’t written anything in a long time. I have plenty to blog about and lots of pictures to post. Chris and I just returned from our vacation to Seattle. We’re both really tired and I can’t hear out of my right ear because it never popped. I’m taking the rest of the week
I hung new blinds, curtain rods and curtains in the bedroom this weekend…ALL BY MYSELF. That’s right. I don’t need no stinkin’ man! I used a power drill with out supervision and it felt good. Since Chris started his weekend job, I’ve been having to do a lot of household things on my own. He
Chris and I worked really hard on getting the office clean and organized. We are almost done. There are still a few boxes of things that need to be sorted through, but the office is organized the way we want it and I no longer have to climb over Mt. Crap to get to my
Chris and I decided to spend our Labor Day at Ikea and we dragged my mom along so we could hang out and also because her van is better for road trippin’ then our little car. Plus, Mom’s van will hold more stuff. The first time Chris and I went to Ikea we spent four
“Does your mother make you take a nap after lunch?” “Huh?” “Does your mother make you take a nap after lunch?!?” “What?” “Cati! You heard what I just said.” “Hey, Quinn you want to play with this doll?” How early they learn to change the subject.
There used to be a time when Hooper willingly jumped into the bath tub for bath time. Of course once he got in the tub, he’d suddenly realize what was about to happen. He wouldn’t jump out, but he’d look at you with his big pitiful eyes that begged you not to go through with
Find the papaya in this picture. That’s right. There isn’t one! Chris and I went to our local Asian food market (we call it Super Cow) to get one thing, a papaya. We walked away with about $50 worth of food…and no papaya. The really sad thing is that we can spend fifty bucks at
Chris and I took Quinn to the Sam Noble Museum of Natural History last week so I could get my final stamp. Quinn is really into his dinosaur books these days (he calls them âsaurs) and since itâs a blazing 100Â° here we thought this would be good alternative to the zoo. Plus, he seemed
Last week I took Friday off so that I could spend some time with my Mom and sister. I conned them into going to Guthrie so I could get another stamp on my passport. The Guthrie passport stamp comes from the Oklahoma Territorial Museum, a small museum that covers the early days of Oklahoma before
I found out Snow Patrol was coming to OKC the week after I purchased my Police tickets, so I didnât even ask Chris about going to that concert. What crappy timing?! Monday, our friend Traci called to see if we were going and she just couldnât believe that I was not going to this concert.