Plumbing 101

 Maren, the plumber. Push handle up for liquids and handle down for (errr) solids.

The toilet guts had to be replaced.  Maren decided that she would read the directions and install the new DuoFlush device - in her Sunday best. 

Hmmm, let's see now. . .

Surf & Sand

We spent 2 days playing in the sand at Pacific City with cousins.  How did my boy cousins have all these girls?  The weather was gorgeous and the girls braved the chilly water. 

Nicole & Milah

Beach Bums

Squeezing Haystack Rock

 

Up in Smoke

The demolition occurred yesterday.  Dad started the process and Scott took great pleasure in lighting the mess on fire. 

Now that the trailer has been "gutted" (really don't like that word) - we can begin the construction phase.  As you may guess, I am considering paint colors and floor plans.  We are planning to "peak" the roof the entire length so that will allow 2 sleeping lofts.  

Mare Mare

 

 

 

Mare has been bumped to level 4 in gymnastics.  It is at this level that she will begin to compete.  She goes 2 nights/week and (surprise surprise) immediately made friends.  Her favorite teammate (in her words) is the girl with the perfectly oval shaped face with matching ovalish shaped hair. 

 

Maren was student of the month in February and won an exceptional student award for the district.  She met the School Board members and admitted to being nervous.  Her? Nervous? Nah.

 

The vintage outfit is compliments of the GW.  She wore this to school and was certain that she would be unrecognizable. 

Shop Monkey

Last week, while doing schoolwork, Sten mentioned that he would rather be elbow deep in an engine. Wish granted. 

Apparently the 6.0 l Powerstroke engines are notoriously flawed.  He installed an EGR Delete kit and upgraded the oil cooler. 

Just to toot Sten's horn - he scored in the 99th percentile of all 11th graders in the nation on his mechanical and industrial knowledge.  Him's a smart feller (and a very handy creature)!

I know when the gas gets low, you must fill.  Obviously, he didn't get his genius from his mother. 

Teeny Tiny Digs

Isn't she a BEAUTY?  My family is hesitant to agree.  Maren took a zippy tour of the 8x25 former job shack trailer and hollered in disgust, "It's hideous!" 

 

We need a tiny pad to call "home" at Bucks for the occasional late late night.  A Buck's Bungalow, if you will.  To borrow Martin Luther King's famous words - "I have a dream!" 

 

Scott has bought many trailers over the years but this is my first trailer purchase. Paid 500 smackers for this ole girl and she's gonna be perfect.  Ok, it's going to take some work, but, hey - it's gonna be awesome!  Right?

Inspiration

                                      Inspiration

 

Can you visualize the immense designer kitchen and bath?  

Hmmm, let's see if this wiring is gonna work?  Not. 

Cardboard - it's what's for Lunch!

 

Scott requested 2 sandwiches for the morning.  Turkey, cheese, mayo, mustard & CARDBOARD.  Sure is tasty, but a little rough to get down the gullet

Smartie Pants

Milah is off to Portland this morning on an achievement awards trip.  She is rockin' the Junior High and her report card sports a list of A+ (& 1 A-).  Way to go Milah!  Keep it up girl! 

I have been shopping at the GW lately (yeah that's news).  Milah is now wearing a women's small and that gives a girl some options for high fashion.  Not up her alley AT ALL, but I'm easing her into it. 

Rusty, Dusty and MINE!

I was invited invited myself to peruse a gal's stuff. Her family is moving and she wanted to lighten the load. It was a public service really.  I'm not collecting anymore, I recently muttered to myself.  Nevertheless - I could not resist and I came home with a few treasures. 

The endorphin rush kicked up a notch when she said, "let's go down to our old barn".  Hmmmm, my mind was racing.  Yipppeee, I skipped behind her like a 3 year old.  An ordinary Wednesday morning turned awesome!

 

A HUGE galvanized mailbox that has survived multiple baseball bat beatings

 

 

 And, drumroll please . . .  who could resist an authentic cattle brand?

 

 

 

Especially when it has our initials!  The kids can now have cowbells and brands!  Tattoos are for sissies, we prefer branding!  OUCH!

 

Not so Sweet!

I'm currently working on a remodeling project. 

We'll get to the before and after photos at a later date (perhaps MUCH later).

The remodeling project is close to home and is personal.  VERY personal.  I'm attempting to remodel this sugar addicted body into a healthy one.

If it seems like I'm being harsh using the term "addict" - think again.  Watch Dr. Lustig's youtube videos, I guarantee you will come to the same conclusion.

If you eat sugar, you will crave more.  PERIOD!  And sugar is a poison.  PERIOD!

What?  I thought those warm chocolate chip cookies were another word for love?  Think again.  They are essentially "telling" your family that you wish they would die young with rotten teeth, possibly from complications of diabetes or heart disease.

So, my name is Lisa and I am a sugar -holic.  But all that's about to change.  Stay tuned.   

Life Lesson

Traveling home last night, the freeway came to a stall.

"Drat! Gonna be later getting home" was my first (selfish) thought. 

You know the drill . . . I maneuvered the car a little trying to glimpse the cause. 

Red and blue lights flashed in the distance of the chilly evening and we discussed exiting the freeway and taking a detour.  We decided to continue on I5 southbound as traffic was moving a little and the scene was not too far off. 

Traffic was diverted onto the right shoulder and a SUV was on it's side in the middle of the two lanes, looking like it had been on a wild ride.  As we passed, we witnessed a group of officers in the median holding up a yellow tarp.

The lighthearted mood in our car turned somber as we surveyed the scene.   Not good.

Turns out our assumptions were correct.  The crumpled body of an 8 year old boy was on the other side of the tarp.  He had been ejected from the vehicle and had died at the scene.

My heart and mind keep returning to that place.  At milepost 234, a family forever changed.

As I was doing laundry on Sunday evening, his mother was probably sitting at the bedside of the 13 year old brother that had been seriously injured in the crash - heartbroken with tears streaming down her cheeks.  While I whisked the children off to school the next morning, she was planning a funeral.  

When was the last time she told him she loved him?  Held his hand?  Made him his favorite dinner?  Read him a story? 

We never know.

There's a message for me . . . Make it count. Be kind, be patient, be loving and embrace even the simplest things. 

Christmas Break

I've grabbed these brown/cream plates over the years at thriftstores and have quite a stack.  My family complains that I have so many decorations on the table there is barely room to eat.  Priorities Man, priorities Man!

 

Our friendly staff, taking orders and delivering dessert

 

 

An extremely happy little girl -  now the owner of her own balance beam!

Not much sleep

1 motel room
2 beds
5 occupants

VERY LITTLE SLEEP!

This is how it went.  Papa and Mama Bear switched usual sides of the bed (think it had something to do with Papa Bear wanting to doze and FINALLY giving Mama control of the remote).  Teenager Bears are together in the other bed- not excited about the arrangement.  Baby Bear is in a makeshift bed assembled by pulling 2 uncomfortable chairs together.

Lights go off.

Father Bear begins snoring loudly, steadily increasing in volume

Mother Bear is restless.  Tells Father Bear to turn over, tells baby bear to stop singing, fields questions from the other two about Papas snoring.  Gets up to adjust thermostat on the wall. 

Still restless.  Wakes up Papa Bear and "suggests" that they switch sides of the bed as "they" do not seem to be sleeping.

Papa Bear cooperates. Continues the snoring

Baby Bear still talking.  Upon questioning, she confides that she is rehearsing her "sales speech" for tomorrow's Bridal Show.  She is excited and says she will tell Mama in the morning.

Just drifting off . . .

Teenager girl Bear (chronic sleep talker) hollers loudly, "RAIN!"

Baby Bear gets out of makeshift bed and peeks out the window.  "No rain", she reports.

Mother Bear gets up to adjust thermostat again.  Her eyes ain't what they used to be and she has to stand 3 ft away from the controls and attempt to decipher their meaning.  Fan kicks on - all is well.

A few hours pass . . .

Baby Bear touches mom on shoulder - "Can I please get in bed with you - that is a horribly uncomfortable bed?"  Baby squeezes between Papa & Mama.

Mama gets up to use the restroom and check the thermostat. 

Mama crawls in the opposite end of the bed, so her head is at the foot end of the bed.  Both Papa and Baby Bear touch Mamas feet and legs, stumped as to the situation.  Finally . . .  some sleep. 

Baby Bear gets out of bed, stopping at Mama's head to alert her, "I'm gonna barf!"  She then scurries to the bathroom to get rid of her supper. 

Never so glad to see light peeking through the curtains signaling that night was O-V-E-R!