Can she fix it? Yes she can!

I have been on a fix-it craze the past few weeks. In the preparation for selling the house I keep finding things that have a need for fixing. For example.. the hole behind the door caused from hasty entry into our house. Todd is gone all week and is so busy when he gets home that I have decided to just start fixing things myself. Tightening doorknobs, adjusting cabinent doors, patching walls. Can I do it? Yes I can! Everyone please rise. Now clap and holler. I would like a standing ovation.

Home Wreckers

Today our family prepared for spring with some clean up in our yard. We raked and swept and pulled out old plants. Trimmed, raked some more and best of all we burned our ditch banks. For my city slicker friends who have never had the pleasure of burning ditches let me just tell you, it is a rare treat. This year especially we realized amazingly large amount of mice that had burrowed in for the winter. Now that we've destroyed their homes and leveled the back pasture to a crisp black we are tired, hungry, smelly and ultimately... home wreckers.

Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave Had twenty-three sons, and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do. You see, when she wants one, and calls out "Yoo-Hoo! Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one. All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves' As you can imagine, with so many Daves. And often she wishes that, when they were born, She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn.

And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.

And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.

And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.

And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.

Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.

Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.

And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.

One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.

And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.

And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.

And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt.

And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt.

And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate . . . .

But she didn't do it. And now it's too late.

Magic

Dear Mr Clean, I love you! you are my new boyfriend. When we meet I will kiss you right on the lips with enduring love. Your magic erasers are well....MAGIC. Everytime I use them I think of you and my heart swells with gratitude. When you die you should be admitted stright into heaven for all people in the world that you have helped to lighten their load and brightened their day (not to mention their bathtubs)

I am forever yours, Brightened by magic.

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Real Estate

Moving really stinks. It just gets harder the longer you live in the same place and the more kids you have. When we built our house 4 years ago we thought we'd be here for a while. Life changes things like that. Now we are selling our house and on our way to Pocatello for school. We love our house but know this will be a great move for us. Now if we could just get it sold. It is a bit unusual for our area but the right family will find it and fall in love like we did when we built it. Now we are just praying for the patience to see it through. Stay tuned for change of address coming to a blog near you...