Everyone has been asking how I hurt my foot. I've been trying to tell everyone it is no big deal and that I just hurt it jumping off my deck. So that you will understand the crazy normalities, here are some pictures caught on handycam that I pulled off just for you to enjoy.

Sisters

This weeekend all my sisters were together for the first time since 2000.

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Now that Neva has moved from Alaska to Salt Lake City and Noreen has moved from Arizona it seems like this will be possible more often. (This is a good thing right?)

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My sister-in-law Leanne, (married to Nathan), was visiting from Seattle. Everyone say we look like sisters more that my brother and I look alike. Probably true. Even more so is that my niece Shalisha looks more like me that either of them and everyone thinks I am her mom.

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After dinner on Sunday everyone went out to play a mean game of dodgeball. Unfortunatly for me (or fortunatly perhaps...) I almost broke my foot while running off the deck last week which rendered me useless in the dodgeball world. humm...too bad... oh well I did get a new pair of airwalk flip flops out of the deal and also a great supply of colored sticky horse wrap for my foot. I can't even brag about the awesome foot brace I already had from stepping off my deck last fall. Yeah I know, different foot though and different hole in the lawn. Same injury and quite the same pain.

All in all it was a fun visit and we look forward to this summer. Now that we live within 2 hours of each other I'm sure there will be many happy memories coming right up. Pass the Happiness Please....

Some days this explains it all, but remove "Caution". It just feels better that way.

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.