So, now the planning starts

For next year's 30th wedding anniversary bash that is.

Today is my parents 29th wedding anniversary.

According to my mother I am STILL the worst anniversary present she ever got.

Fourth of July round up

Since yesterday was the 4th I finally got to 'play' with my Jell-O creations I have been slaving over for weeks perfecting.

First Layer (Berry Blue Jell-O)

Second Layer (Cherry Jell-O)

 

Chillin'

Set but not done:

Top it off with some whip cream, and you got yourself Red, White, and Blue Jell-O!

 

  

After reviewing the paltry supply of explosives that the family had 'stocked up' on, I decided to forgo blowing crap up and instead poke fun at the teenagers whilst they tried to explode themselves. The show this year clocked in at a measly 47 minutes(last year by comparison was nearly an hour and a half long). Most of the fireworks(except the aerials done by my uncle) seemed rather small, and wussy, petering out half way through. Though it was rather interesting watching the slight clouds overhead lighting up bright as day as the neighbors attempted to blow up half the free world.

However I did get a chance (albeit brief) to blow the crap out of a couple of targets. Right up until my sister decided that I shouldn't get to because 'it isn't fair'(oh gee I've spent all day chasing a toddler while you blow up shit, and now I take 10 lousy minutes and its not fair? riiiiiiight).

I am once again wondering wether or not I come from the same gene pool as my family due to some rather 'risque' comments that were made(some towards me), and just some of the general joking that was going on. However since, I am trying to keep this a 'family friendly' blog, we won't go into the innuendos and whatnot(though I will say a general apology to all people from Arkansas, Kentucky, and West Virginia).

A couple recent snap shots

Since the weather was so nice yesterday and today we have had a lot of opportunity to be outside enjoying the sunshine. I have been snapping pictures left and right. Most of them have been blahish but I had 2 that just blew me away. So I thought I'd share them in all their UNEDITED glory.

Rose

 

Marigold

 

Now for some of the other pictures I snapped:

The tractor is just sitting there NOT running(it ran out of gas)

A series I've nicknamed "Run, run as fast as you can!"

    

The 3 Legged Goat

I’d settled in to watch Kavan’s {smith} new movie and was 3/4’s of the way through when the family came in FREAKING out. Okay, okay, I’ll get up, what is it?

So they’d gone out to feed the wee goats their last bottle and one was hobbling around with 3 count them 3 legs. So what do they do? They assume that said goat has accidentally dismembered itself and that they MUST freak out.

I walk outside spend a moment and a half checking the area, NOPE! No leg. Okay onto the goat. Hmm thats rather odd, has there ALWAYS been a foot where your left ear belongs? No? Okay! So pick the wee kid up, gently remove the leg from its position across the back of her neck, and VOILA! a 4 legged goat. *shakes head* Family!

The kid is just fine today not having sustained any noticeable damage from the 'accident' yesterday.

Reason #274 you don't leave toddlers alone....

You should NEVER EVER EVER walk away from a toddler who has a red marker and paper on which to color. She will invariably eat the marker and make it look like she is bleeding, thus freaking you out.

100 Things: the Divided List

So in today's 100 things I'm going to be a bit different. Instead of a list of 10 things on 1 topic, I am going to cover 3 topics.

5 Things I can do that I wish I couldn't, 4 Things I wish I COULD do, and the WORST job ever.

 

5 Things I can do that I wish I couldn't:

1) My jaw is double jointed on the Left side, and is constantly popping, cracking, and generally being a nuisance. I therefore wish either both sides were double jointed(Seriously just one side WTF?!) or neither!

2) I can CORRECTLY hold down a squirming, wiggly infant/toddler while doctors place a catheter in her to extract urine.

3) I can also hold down a toddler while they draw blood from her arm while she is screaming and flailing. The nurses were in awe of this skill yesterday during our 'emergency' doctors appointment.

4) I can identify, and fix most minor problems in a small tractor engine. Also some large tractors too.

5) I know several ways to easily, and quickly dispose of bodies. My favorite saying used to be- "I got a shovel, and my neighbors 20 acres, don't trifle with me"

 

4 Things I wish I COULD Do:

1) I wish I could be coordinated enough to climb things, and NOT get hurt. It seems like everytime I climb something, I end up hurt. This is why I was freaked the frell out yesterday when I was up on that ladder in the thunderstorm, playing with the extension cord that powers the barn. Seriously Electricity+Thunderstorm+Ladder+Me = T R O U B L E

2) I wish I could speak my mind to people when they are doing something I don't agree with. Instead I usually store it away, and stew over it until later, and then get angry, but never say anything.

3) I wish I could kick some sense into my Ex and make him realize that I am NOT the person he thinks I am. Namely I am NOT a Lesbian Whore.  Thank. You. Very. Much!

4) I wish I could show emotion. I seriously suck at expressing emotions. I may be a girl, and I may have a crapload of estrogen at my disposal, but I cannot bring myself to cry, even over most 'chick flicks'.

Finally: The WORST Job I've Ever Held:

1) Pea Viner Operator. I hate it, yet I keep going back. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm going back for a 3rd summer this year even after last years "Dead Body Incident" *shakes head at the memory*

100 things, P1

Since this is my 200th post, I wanted to do something special. Being unable to be original I thought I'd do a 100 things list. To make it more manageable, and readable, I will break it down into 10 sections of 10. If there's something you'd like to see me do a section about(be it the goats, my former life as a student/businesswoman/farmer or whatever) just let me know!

So without further ado here is part 1: Facts about me.

1) My first and middle names were given to me after friends of my mothers. I hate and despise my first name as no one can ever say it right, unless they are familar with Greek and Trojan Mythos.

2) On that same note, my first name is NOT contrary to popular belief spelled with a "C" I was the unfortunate lout who got saddled with a "K". I was never able to have personalized pencils, pens and other such trinkets in school.

3) I have worn glasses for almost 13 years now. I prefer glasses to contacts as it just freaks me out to stick my finger in my eyes.

4) I can understand at least 7 different 'ologies'- Endocrinology, Opthamology, Cardiology, Urology, Audiology, Hematology, and now the basic Neurology

5) I grew up across the street from my Elementary school, until we moved before the start of 7th grade. I hated it as our house was a horrid color(puke green).

6) I have always loved animals, this started very very young, as my grandparents babysat me everyday until I was 3 and we were frequent visitors at the zoo.

7) I still have my baby blanket. I cannot travel without it. Even if it just stays in the bag it HAS to go with me on long trips.

8) I may be a bit obsessive about a lot of things, cleaning is NOT one of them. My room looks like I have a tornado living in here.

9) I sleep in a queen size bed, but I can ONLY sleep in half of it. I cannot sleep near the wall, it freaks me the crap out. So I pile all my pillows and such on that side.

10) I MUST have my Boppy to sleep, I became addicted to sleeping with it while we were breastfeeding, and have yet to give it up. It works way better than a regular pillow anyway.

My feelings about the situation in which we find ourselves

Today's post will be a follow up of sorts to yesterdays post.

I received the phone call from the pediatrician explaining WHY the schedule had been bumped up, and it is much as had been feared.

She is leaving her practice.

Now that may not seem a big deal to most people out there but let me explain something. I HATE most pediatricians(I'll spare you the down and dirty details as to why for now). So for me to not only take Kenzie to one, but to also fully switch 100% over(from a family practice) is NOT like me. I have raved in the past about our pediatrician, and all of it still stands true. Sadly she is moving her practice to a city that is much too far to drive for 'routine care' visits, about an hour and a half one way, so I can't follow her. *sighs*

My feelings about this whole thing are rather mixed.

~ I feel rather like I 'broke' kenzie in the fact that she has had numerous 'issues' since birth, and has seen not 1 or 2 but this will be her 5th 'ologist'

She has seen:

* Urologist * Cardiologist * Opthamologist  * Audiologist

~ I 'know' that I did NOT 'break' her but try rationalizing that to my single parent brain in which I am the one who provides all her care, and food, and such. I have no one else to blame the 'issues' on.

~ I feel kind of cold and alone, as I cannot make her father aware of the issues that she has or it becomes an 'oh woe is me' festival, in which the world must revolve around him and how screwed up his life is because Kenzie is 'broken'(doesn't help with my issues).

~ I tend to bottle my feelings until the point at which they 'explode' and I end up spending hours on the phone to my BFF Tiff, bawling my eyes out over how 'horrid' of a parent I am.

~ If I try and discuss any of the 'issues' with my family, I continually hear 'Oh she's young she'll just grow out of it', or 'Well why aren't you doing ____ or ____?' or 'You MUST of done SOMETHING to cause this, after all YOU put her into speech therapy'

~Some days I just want to curl up in a burrow and hide from the world for fear of another 'issue' cropping up and forcing me to learn about another 'ology'.

~ I wish I could wave a magic wand make my baby all better, and not have to go through another medical procedure.

~ Having had MRI's myself, I know that they are not 'painful' I'm just worried about how I'll control a toddler whilst she is having her BRAIN scanned.

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Having said all these things do let me say this one-

I KNOW ITS NOT MY FAULT!

Sadly this doesn't help all the time, and while I have been preparing for hearing the words spoken(Your daughter needs an MRI, and to see a Neurologist) I had not been prepared for them so soon. Something about my favorite person on the planet is leaving, and wants to tie up all the 'loose ends' before she does so.

All your kind words have meant a lot to me, and I hold them near and dear as they help to buoy my spirits as we enter this, new phase of our medical journey. Hopefully this time the doctor won't give me a hard time about being 'smarter than their resident'.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to research Neurologists and pick the best one for my daughter.

In Which I reveal all

So the past week has been very long and trying for me, as a parent and as a person. Kenzie has been undergoing speech therapy since the middle of February having been diagnosed at the end of January, with a 'speech delay'.

We've gone in weekly for her appointments, been doing all the 'homework' that was required, and making some progress. Alas, that has not been enough apparently. We now have to go down sometime next month, and see a Neurologist, and have an MRI preformed at Children's Hospital.

I'll back up a minute and explain. See back in late March/early April Kenzie went into see our pediatrician, about some unrelated thing.  While we were there, we discussed her speech therapy, and the physical therapy, and the newest thing we had noticed which was a 'slight' tremor to her muscles. The pediatrician was concerned but not overly so, suggesting that we watch it, and re-convene in July, to re-check, and discuss at that point possibly having a Neurology consult done. She also at that time expressed interest in having a Occupational Therapy assessment done when we got the chance.

Fast forward now to last week. Wednesday we were at speech therapy, and I asked the therapist about the OT referral we had received as here it was a full month and a half later, and it still hadn't happened. This conversation turned into discussion of the Neuro consult possibility before we left. 

Skip to the next day around noon. My phone rings, and I glance at the display, and see that it is the pediatrician's office calling us. I pick up to the very lovely voice of our AWESOME nurse whom I love. She was calling to inform me that they were going ahead with the consult referral, and just wanted to give me a heads up so that when the Neurologist's office called me I wasn't totally shocked(You mean like I am right now?!).

Now skip to today. We arrived for ST, and PT, at our usual time, went and did our thing. While we were there I casually brought up my conversation with the Ped's nurse last week. I was curious if they had, had a 'discussion'* with the Pedi at some point the prior week, thus bringing about the phone call. They both answered in the negative that they had NOT had a discussion with the Ped; BUT they both felt very strongly that we should proceed with the consult as she is not making 'marked' progress and is still occasionally exhibiting signs of a slight tremor.

So as it stands right now, at our PT, ST, and Pediatrician's recommendation we are going in July at some point(date TBD) to see a neurologist, and have an MRI preformed. Looking for what? Nobody quite knows(this is the answer I continually get), so its basically a crap shoot as to wether or not we 'find' anything. I will keep you updated.

* Our Pediatrician and our speech therapist/physical therapist all share a building and a lunch room, all have freely admitted to having 'discussions' about Kenzie over lunch. Which honestly freaks me out a little, because seriously, don't y'all have something better to talk about like say the weather?

The Bathroom Diaries

Item #1: The Alcove:

Item #2: The Sinks:

So today was an intriguing day. My grandmother, the midget and I all drove up to Canada to have lunch with some of the relatives(yes I have Canadian blood- you got a problem with that?!)

After what felt like 7 zillion hours being lost we arrived at my Great Aunt's home. We visited briefly, then all loaded up into the car, and headed down to lunch. She insisted upon taking us to a particular restaurant. When we arrived that should have been my first clue as to what kind of gin joint we had walked into.

The lobby was done in a fancy-ish stone with 'artichoke lights'(lights shaped like artichokes) hanging from the ceiling. We were seated at a table near the kitchen and waited upon hand and foot. A few minutes after we'd placed our order I realized that I needed to use the restroom. Now in a normal situation this would be no problem whatsoever and actually quite easy. As this was a 'fancyish' restaurant not so easy.

I get up and I head down the hall to the 'Washroom'(again SHOULDA been a clue), at the end of the hall I found two sets of heavily frosted doors after a moment of intense study and deliberation, I discovered that there was a minute "W" marking the door to my left. When I stepped through the door I never imagined it to be a portal to a whole 'nother world.

As I entered directly in front of me was a leather love seat, against a lovely wall that was covered in a gorgeous piece of art work. To my left were the ornate sinks, and a giant mirror. To the right was a hallway leading to an alcove of sorts, that was filled with more heavily frosted glass. I quickly noticed that the glass panels had handles, and a sign that denoted its 'occupancy'. I determined that the glass panels must conceal the facilities. So I endeavored down the alcove and found an empty stall. I stepped inside and was SHOCKED at what I found.

Inside I met the most technologically advanced toilet I have ever laid eyes upon. It appeared to be the 'standard toilet' except for a few features- the seat was wrapped in plastic sheathing, that was an automatic seat cover. There was a button on the left side, which when pushed changed the seat cover for you. You then proceeded to sit down and attend to your business, all while watching the 7" Television that was located in the door. That's right there was a TV INSIDE the stall. When you were done instead of standing up and having to touch the grimy gross handle with your hands you merely stepped on the conveniently placed button on the floor, and exited the chamber.

Once outside you proceeded back out of the alcove to the automatic sinks. The automatic sinks of doom, I should say. You wave your hands in front of the sensors about 20 times before the water turns on, then you get the soap and start washing your hands, and the water has shut off already(it was on about 30 seconds). After soaping you proceed to rinse, get about half a rinse done, and the water shuts off, repeat the waving at the sensor procedure and finish rinsing your hands. Now exit, the restroom.

I returned to the table laughing, at the restroom, and sent my grandmother to experience it. She came back and I swear the ONLY thing I heard about the rest of the trip was the bathroom. Oh, and random border crossing guy? Yeah, so sorry she sounded like a raving idiot describing to you in detail the bathroom, thanks for letting us back in!

Thursday Thoughts

No real format to today's post sorry. Just some random things on my mind at the moment. I am in the process of gearing up for my 200th post, and will probably do the 'ask me anything' bit, so start thinking of questions.

 

* I hate road construction. They are getting ready to put a new train station in our town. That is pointless, as they have said NO TRAINS WILL STOP. Therefore, they are tearing up the only road across the train tracks and intermitently shutting it down, thus screwing up my preset ways around town. I have 1 way I like to go thank you very much!

* Ducklings are so frigging cute they make me puke a little every time I see them.

* I am not looking forward to this weekend. We have to clean the Chicken Coupe DeVilla, and move them all back into there. Ought to be fun as there is oh about 30 of them and 1 of me.

* If my sisters' annoying goat kicks the bucket on the floor of the barn and causes me to almost die one more time, I am going to sell her to the devil. Seriously that goat is the worst goat I have met. If I could milk her she'd have manners in 4.2 seconds, but I cannot physically deal with her midget teats.

* Which is better- owning my favorite does grand daughter? or a shiny new Tom Tom?

*Why do my cats both act like crack addicts? Is it because I am a horrible role model and couldn't raise the first one right?

* Will I ever actually finish reading a book again?

* Why do Snickers go straight to my butt? I 'work out' enough that they shouldn't be an issue once in a while.

* Why are pants so annoying to shop for? Can't they just pick that X is size Y and stick with it?

The Memory Keeper

Over the course of this weekend I have been slowly going through all of the items moved out of my old bedroom when Kenzie switched rooms. During the cleaning I stumbled across something that has really brought out some mixed emotions in me.

Now to the casual observer this may appear to be just another normal everyday shoe box, and rightly so. I couldn't recall WHY for the life of me I would keep a shoe box that was several years old, that is until I broke the seal(which should of been a clue that I didn't want to open it). Inside I found:

This is the 'memory keeper'. It holds all of the letters(well okay not ALL of them but lets not go there mmK?) the pictures, the good times, the bad, of my relationship with my ex(aka midgets father).

Now for me this box has dredged up all kinds of mixed emotions- love, hate, fear, pain, happiness, guilt, the list could stretch for days if I let it. I flipped through quickly not sure what all was in there, realizing that the ring wasn't(I do wonder WHERE that got to) present, nor was the best thing that I have from the relationship- the midget.

The box, has left me feeling a little bit raw, and a lot of bit exposed, as it was 5 years ago this August that this whole crazy ride began and I'm just not sure where I stand on the whole thing. It brings back things I'd rather not feel, memories I'd rather not keep.

Like this one that I found nestled into the box, now I may appear happy and smiling but if you note that my arm is in a sling. That was thanks to the ex, as just days after my graduation we got in the fight that brought about the real beginning of the end for me. The fight in which he threw me to the ground, and dislocated my shoulder. Granted, I wasn't totally blame free BUT I had choosen to walk away after I made my mistake, I had made the choice to NOT escalate any farther, he however did not.

I will keep the box, so that Midget, can know that at one point her father and I truly DID love each other. I just don't know what to do with the memory keeper until then. It's sitting nestled on my floor looking rather unimposing, and friendly, in its shoe box glory but I know the darkness that lurks inside. I must figure out a better place for the memory keeper to live than here.

To my Mothers'

Today is a day in which most people celebrate the woman who raised them, and nutured them through their childhood and into adulthood.

For me this day is more about the group of women who shaped who I am and who I am becoming today not my mother.

All through my childhood, I didn't get along real well with my mother, and it went drastically downhill the year my sister was born, and my uncle and grandfather died(her brother and father). For me that was a turning point in our relationship we went from being mother and daughter to sworn enemies(and I was only 7 mind you). This trend continued for years right up to and through High school. Now we are getting back into a more 'traditional' mother daughter relationship but it is and will take time, and honestly may never be 'normal'.

So back to the women who are my Mothers'. I cannot stress how much I admire, respect, and value these women and what they taught me. If it weren't for some of them I may not of even made it through high school.

I remember when I started high school how alone, and scared I felt, feeling out of my skin and exposed to a whole new world. I found my rocks, and touchstones in these women. I cannot even truly express the gratitude I feel toward them.

The best I can do is give you an example.

So throughout my freshman, and sophomore year I struggled in my classes and didn't feel motivated to learn. I turned to one of the women and confided in her my issues(she already knew most of them as we were quite close), and we sat and discussed the problem me revealing the fear that if something didn't change drastically that I would end up dropping out because I hated school so much at that point. She and I came up with the solution that I should apply for the 'alternative school'(AS) and see how that would work out. We both recognized that my mother would NOT approve of this move, so we worked very closely with my dad, getting all the paperwork through and approved, except for the interview portion of the process.

School ended, I went off and did my summer activities met the ex, had my accident, forgot about the whole AS thing. That is until one day shortly after my accident when we got a call that I needed to come in and do my interview. Up until that point my mother had remained in the dark, at the point that she found out about my 'change' in schooling she blew every bit of cool out of the water, and called me every bad name you can call a girl under the sun to my face. Needless to say I was DEVASTATED. So I went in did my interview and was accepted into the AS.

School started and I settled in and LOVED the new enviroment. Though I never could really push her words out of my head, so 'my mothers' stepped up to the plate to give me that extra nudge of self esteem that I needed, supporting me through that year and into the next. With their support I thrived in school making up my missed credits and actually getting ahead in my studies. Thanks to them I was able to feel comfortable in my decision and not spend 2 years second guessing if I 'did the right thing'.

If it weren't for them I don't think I'd have half the courage that I do today. I know now that they were wiser and smarter on some issues *ahem*my ex*ahem* and that maybe I should of listened to them but they still have supported me even now(we are still quite close).

So today I would like to dedicate my mothers day to them. The women who saved me from me. Thank you!

Let the re-construction commence

So I arrived home to find that Kenzie was upstairs playing in her room. Quietly. Now as all moms know quiet equals Trouble.

This time was no different.

I went upstairs to find this:

Looks okay at first glance right? (ignore the crib without a mattress)

Well look again, try the right wall(the one with the door)

Notice anything missing?

That's right, the toddler pulled off all FIFTEEN FEET of the wall border.

Now then onto a very very important topic. I was given a very special award by one of my favorite bloggers (thanks, LSHM). Now I have the distinction of passing on this goregous award to a very favorite blogger of mine.

I award the Tiara Award to Lotus.

Nobody deserves this more than you my dear, Lotus!

More reasons I am not related to my family.

As you all know this weekend was easter. Which means family gatherings of all shapes and sizes. In our family that ALWAYS guarantees' at least 2-3 good/great antidotes that will forever haunt somebody.

Lately the victim lucky person has been my 14 year old cousin. Now this could just stem from the fact that he is the only male grandchild, or possibly just the whole male thing, or it could be a teenager thing, or a combination therein.

Let me present you with some (recent) examples.

A few months ago we were all at dinner at a nice resturant, and my grandmother was sitting next to M. She leaned over to grab something out of her purse, and in the process brushed against M's leg. Now the rest of us were sitting there having 'normal'(i use the term loosely with my family) converstations, when suddenly the chatter was sliced by the cry of "GRANDMA STOP GRABBING MY BUTT!" I think it took a full five minutes for the table to calm down and stop laughing at poor M.

So for easter M's mom(my aunt) got miss kenzie a GOREGOUS pink hat. I emptied it out to study it and M promptly snatched it away and plopped it on his head:





Though he could just get the oddness from his father:



Or it could just go back to his re-ocuring butt issues. There were a bunch of us gathered around the table chit chatting when M decided to join us. We of course started to give him a hard time about said butt issues. Being a full part of the family M's response was a non-chalant, 'Well grandma just likes to grab my butt because its Manly!'

Seriously, just another reason I swear I'm not related to these people.

Snow days, and books

Why is it that when we are kids, we look forward to snow days with such excitment that when we have them it is too much for us? At what age is it that snow days become the bane of our existance- a day to be reviled as we have others to entertain and none of our precious 'kidless time'? Is it when you graduate from high school? when you are in college? when you have school age children? What about none of the above?

Today our school district(and many others) had a snow day. Now granted I could see the point down south where they got several inches of snow. Up here though our grand total was under 2 inches of snow. The roads had some compact snow but weren't really all that icy nothing that chaining the buses and putting them on snow routes and a 2 hour delay wouldn't of been able to handle. Honestly I think I resented the snow today more than I ever have. See when there is no school it means that my whole family ends up staying home. That SUCKS!

Now don't get me wrong I love seeing the joy in kenzie's eyes when she saw the snow falling lazily out of the sky; but I just cannot stand spending weekdays with the family!
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This week was marked by another trip to the library to pick up some more reading material. So today I finally got to sit down and read the last book(i still have one more but its the most current book) of the Temperance Brennan series. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love that series. Its suspenseful but not overly so, it has plot twists that you don't see coming, and a cast of characters that you're guaranteed to find someone you identify with. I finished all 40 chapters in less than 4 hours tonight. I cannot wait to get my hands on the first book of the series- Deja Dead.

M...m...Mondays

for the record I HATE mondays. with a passion.

especially the ones where they are holidays and everyone stays home. our schedule gets thrown off and the girl WILL NOT sleep. than there is that annoying creature who throws melodramatic hissy fits because 'life isn't fair' *rolls eyes* well DUH! it isn't fair now suck it up and get over it. I swear to goodness I wish that i could just lock her up in a small cage and let her suffer. I am tired of her waking kenzie and not being held responsible for it.

*pauses* hold on a second i'm going to go on a rant about what i am tired of:

I am tired of:

• annoying teenage sisters
• people who scream at the top of their lungs and wake kenzie
• getting in trouble for yelling at them when they wake kenzie cause i JUST GOT HER TO SLEEP
• living with my parents(sadly its the only thing i can afford)
• not having my car so i can go out when i want to
• not having a job so i get more human contact
• my mother who is a complete and utter witch
• my sister whom is a spoiled little brat- seriously
• people telling me that my hair makes me look like a 'goth' uh no it doesnt

Okay i think thats it for the moment. okay am off now

january 4th

so today was another pretty boring day(as most of my days are lol) I stayed home this morning and we chilled and watched sesame street and the news(to catch the weather). Then miss kenz took her nap as Gma was supposed to come watch her so I could run to the body shop by myself to get the estimate. Well Gma didn't show up apparently she decided to spend extra time at the casino. SO I had to haul kenz with me to the body shop(which thankfully only took about 20 minutes on the long end) than we ran over to Cenex to see L and K from the livestock advisors.

Then Gma called and said she was at home so we ran up to her house planning on only spending about an hour before heading out to teen parents. Well we'd been there about a half hour when the phone rings and its the house calling to tell us that Park man, Cheese and Jerry were bringing back our van that we loaned them until their new car came in and the family was going out to dinner would we like to come? Since we only see Park man and family at easter, 4th of july, thanksgiving, and christmas for sure(we rarely see them in between even though its only an hours drive) I said that we'd join them for dinner. So we all went to dinner where the conversation focused on "DIC" or the Driver Information Center in both Park man and Gma's cars. Apparently DIC is a trouble maker. So Kenzie returned home with mema and pop pop and

I drove Gma home(since my car was still at her house) and than came home and discovered that mr. Evil DVR apparently decided that he didn't need to record the stargate atlantis marathon. I think I may chuck him out the window.