Wouldn't it be nice?

Gotta Move!!

Lately I have decided that we just need to move. I have just a strange set of neighbors and I am getting tired of trying to come up with new ways to avoid them or ways to appear interested when they talk to me.
First there is...hmm... let's call her "Debbie"... since that's her name:).

She lives two doors down. I met her the first little while that we lived in Sumner. She attended the same church as my hubby. I will never forget the first conversation that we had. My hubby was trying to explain why I did not attend his church and told Debbie that I am LDS. She got the biggest grin on her face and said "Oh... you can teach me how to cook without meat!" It took us some time to figure out what she meant... she thought I belonged to a different church (Seven Day Adventists, we think). From then on it has only gone down hill.

When we were moving here... we almost changed our minds... and not because of the volcano. We were horrified to discover that Debbie was not only moving to our subdivision... but to our very street. Good grief!

We have come to understand that Debbie is a total nut job. I don't know if she has medical issues but she definately has major issues... none of the least of which is her weird daughter who at the age of 11 is made to "hose off" outside when she has messed her pants... again. Or the fact that I am pretty sure her husband is a rapist... atleast he looks like one.

Well, Debbie has informed me that she and her daughter are so thrilled that we are having a baby and they plan on coming over and holding her all the time so I don't need to worry about getting her a crib to sleep in. Oh, goodie!

The other neighbor we have always affectionately called "The Blue House Lady"... because we don't know her name. She is a great friend of "Debbie" and lives down around the corner from us near the river in a Blue house. She looks somewhat like a guy and has a weird husband who is literally 20 years older than she is. They have one child together.... who for some reason has all sorts of behavioral issues. She has somehow decided that she is my friend because she is Debbie's friend and Debbie and I are so close.... ???.....

Blue House Lady came over today to ask me if I wanted to start watching her son in the afternoons because her step-daughter Stormie (real name by the way) has decided to drop out of high school and move in with her boy friend..."without giving me any notice!" and now Blue House Lady needs a babysitter because her husband isn't working right now. (Did you catch the last bit? The husband isn't working? What?)

She said she has talked to Brownie about it and wondered if he had said anything to me.

Yea... like HE wants to do it... HAHAHA... it is to laugh!!

Anyway, the hubby and I have discussed that we need to move. I don't care if it just to another block... we don't have to tell Debbie or the Blue House Lady that. We have actually gone and looked at some land... a build your own house on our land thing... too bad it all takes money. I told the hubby he has until the beginning of June to get me out of here.

The clock is ticking.....

Pass the Kleenex...

Yesterday was Blonde's second basketball game. He came home from school very excited that he was going to get to start in the game. Yea!! My hubby even made it home from work in time to attend. My son played in the center position and was #43. (He had told me he was #45.... liar.) I cannot really tell you what happened during the game because as we all know basketball is not one that I have given much attention to. I know that my son fouled twice within the first few minutes of the game (My hubby told him that he cannot bring his fouls home so he may as well us them.) Quarters lasted 6 minutes and my son played a lot of time. He was in all of the first quarter, half of the second, most of the third and some of the fourth. In the third quarter he even scored!!! I was so proud... (yes... fine... I cried.... are you happy now? ) His team pulled off the win. 26 to 20. It was great to watch him go back and forth on the court. He was not the tallest or the fastest player on the team but he definately helped his team to victory. It was really fun to watch. I guess I will need to find out the rule so I can follow the game. There is still far too much whistling though!

Really real...

Last night for the first time my husband and my browneyed son were able to feel the baby move. I have been enjoying these bumps for quite some time and it was fun to share the experience with two of my most favorite men. The look on my son's face was priceless as he felt his little sister moving. It is one of the coolest bits of being the mom.