My New Life

Stephanie is such an inspiration to me. I've followed her blog and her story since before her accident. Her family took care of her babies while she was in a coma for months. Brother Holland's words at the end of the video are so powerful. And Stephanie has survived the ultimate "trial by fire".

What will you do now that you've won the lottery? "I'm going to Disney World!"

"And fixing my two front teeth."

Ok, that's not me talking, but Chris Shaw, a Missourian who won $258 million smackers on Wednesday.

Thursday morning I heard that the winning ticket had been sold in Marshall, Mo, at the Breaktime, and I called Andy to half-seriously ask him if he'd bought a ticket there. Only half-seriously, mind you.

Hope this guy manages it OK! Good luck, Chris Shaw!

This is why we don't go out to eat.

We tried to go out for pizza last night.
Fundraiser for the school band.
Apparently they weren't expecting such a huge turnout, because we were turned away at the door.
No pizza for us, so we went for mexican food.
All you can eat chips and salsa.
What's not to love?
When the waitress set down the basket of chips, Joe yelled out:

"Attack!"

Oh, yeah, that's why we don't take the kids out in public.

The race.

We're not like normal families. Oh, no. And when it comes to Pinewood Derby time? What does Joe come up with?

Oh, yes, that's a school bus. A big, yellow school bus.

Joe's so cute, and he definitely has his own ideas, so that's what he made. He even won a couple of races, but it wasn't the fastest, by far.

Maybe if their bus driver was driving it. He does have a tendency to speed.

Fried food and chicken poop

So, yesterday I made an 8 hour round-trip drive with Andy. Well, 3/4 of the drive was with Andy and the other 1/4 I drove a mini-van back to his place of employment. This drive was made in the afternoon and evening, so the kids arrived home on the bus from their place of education. When they left for said place of eduction that morning, I didn't know that I would be gone when they came back to the home-base, so I didn't have dinner made for them.

Their Auntie Tara (sometimes know as Auntie Booby) came over and made cookies with Nattie, so I called her up to tell her that the kids could cook up some hamburgers and throw some salad on their plate and call it good. She took me up on it, and when Andy and I arrived at home-base the smell of fried food hit us like a brick when we opened up the door.

Andy's way to solve the problem of the smell was to open up the window in our bedroom. Whoa. Fried meat is not pleasant. The chicken barns are not pleasant. Add them together and you have downright biological warfare possibilities. I'm thinking about bottling it and contacting the Pentagon. There are possiblities here, I'm telling you.