Good thing I didn't just go back to bed

Woke up yesterday morning still sick (don't feel sorry for me about being sick-I was sick all day Friday and you didn't even know :)). When I went into the kitchen I was completely disgusted at the ant infestation that had taken over in my kitchen-on my counter, in my sink, coming out of the walls and wood work-YUCK. Apparently they got the memo I wasn't feeling well and decided to invade my territory. Out came the simply green bottle (only thing I could think of at the time, but apparently is does okay-I only have one or two little stragglers coming back today).

My house was a mess. I feel like I haven't been home in ages so I decided it was high time I did some laundry. Feeling very productive I went to start my second load. After loading the laundry into the machine I realized that I had forgotten to put soap in my last load (which was already dry and ready to be folded)-then I realized the loud thud I had heard earlier had actually been something falling out of the cupboard and spilling the cup full of soap all over my counter. I just looked at it and thought about just leaving it for a day when I was feeling better but decided just to clean it up. So I got out a towel and started wiping up the soap. I picked up the big container of laundry detergent to wipe under it. Well apparently when they say "open to vent" I had actually completely unscrewed the lid and so soap poured all down my washer, all down my pants and all over the floor-a big mess became so much bigger!! Ahh. I just wanted to crawl back in bed. I had had it.

Then Lucy. . .she was on the door step howling away. She usually is at the sliding glass window watching to see what I'm doing but not that morning. She was on the door step crying away (I thought it was because I hadn't given her any attention for the past couple of days but no). As I got in my car and was driving into town I realized that her favorite cat had committed cat suicide-(it really wasn't my cat it was Lucy's cat which is why she is so sad and I think-"see this is why I don't like animals, just when you almost start liking them they go and get themselves killed!") (Sorry Crystal I know you'll be disappointed but I spared you the picture of fluffy on the highway).

Not much I can do about the cat now, so I continued on my way. I was a walking medicine cabinet. I had cough drops and vitamin C drops in one pocket, sudafed in another pocket and kleenx in another pocket (it later became clean kleenx in one pocket and dirty ones in another-what is that too much information? :) That is life.) These events are bad enough when you are feeling good but when you are not-wow-not pleasant! I was off to-as much as I hate to admit it, I must-off to a Single Adult Conference (aka 30 to dead event). ICK!!

Anyways not to bore you with too many details of the event the end is what you will want to know. Now don't get too excited or anything but a guy I kind of was interested that day actually asked for my number that night. That's all the info you get. Don't ask me any questions or that will be the last you hear about things like that!! And Dawn, notice I didn't name him yet so as of yet he is not important to me. (She only starts asking questions when I start using their names because then I guess she thinks, as history has shown, that it is only when I call them by name that I am interested in that particular boy).

So to sum it all up: ants and laundry soap and dead cat and singles event can equal a not so bad day afterall. Who would have thought that 4 negatives would make a positive?

He's a good sport

Growing up Dad always got asked how he did it. As a father of 4 daughters I thought he was the luckiest man alive, but most people would just look at him, shake their heads and smile with sympathy. I still think he is pretty darn lucky, but I now chuckle to myself and wonder how he survived.

I love April Fool's day, but my favorite person to play tricks on is still dad (actually he is the only one who I play tricks on). This year I happened to be home on this most opportune day. My niece and nephew were also there, so I took it upon myself to do my auntly duties and teach them how to play tricks on grandpa.

1. Braden helped rubberband the spray nozzle in the sink and then proceeded to ask grandpa for a drink of water. "Not from the refridgerator Grandpa, but from the sink". Well, you know what happened, when he turned on the sink the sprayer sprayed water all over him. Braden laughed and laughed (we all did actually-I think Dad hadn't realized it was April Fool's day . . . yet!)

2. We were having lasgna for dinner and Kendra and Grandma had made sugar cookies earlier in the day, so we decided to make some cookies that looked like breadsticks for dinner. (Dad actually really liked this trick and said we could do it every year!)

3. Kendra helped put honey all over the backs of Dad's silverware so when he picked them up for dinner he got all sticky. (Don't worry this one kept back firing on Kendra and I and we got pleanty sticky because we kept forgetting we had done it and had to wash our hands several times :))

4. We put sticky tack under his glass and then filled it up with milk so he wouldn't see it. He had a very hard time getting his glass off the table! We were careful to only fill his glass half full-we didn't want a milk shower!

5. We made salt water ice cubes and then offered him a glass of ice water-a pretty typical trick that even though he knew it was a trick he played along nicely.

6. Dad said this was the worst one, but we didn't do anything for it-really. I was dishing up the lasgna and asked which piece did Justina wanted, indicating that there was definately some that we didn't want for whatever reason. Then after she got her piece I dished up dad's piece "this is the right one, right Justina?" she agreed and dad wanted to know what was wrong with it. "Nothing" we responded, which was true. He proceeded to eat it and then when he went back for seconds we made a big deal about the fact that he had ate the whole thing-"you didn't notice anything different dad?" "you just ate it like normal?" "are you sure?" "oh, this is not good". . . "oh well too late now" and I proceeded to dish him up another piece. "You guys" he said, "what did you do to it? Am I going to get sick?" We would have loved to play along with it, but noticed he was really turning green and had to tell him that truely we didn't do anything and that nothing was wrong with his lasgna! Oh the power of suggestion. . .

7. This one is a late entry. I forgot all about this one until I went home about a week later, but Kendra and I had blown out an egg and then decided not to use it for a trick so not knowing what else to do with it we put it back in the egg carton. Mom actually got tricked by this one thinking there were still 2 eggs left and when she went to make pancakes realized there was only one (opps sorry mom) so had to borrow one from our neighbor-thanks Sister Bird!

We had so much fun at his expense. Don't even tell me you feel sorry for him. I think there might have been a few more, but I can tell you are already feeling sorry for him. Let me tell you he holds his own and I'm sure we have a few coming our way, but in the meantime, thanks for putting up with us! I think Kendra and Braden are hooked on playing jokes on Grandpa too!