Easter

This weekend we spent Easter with the USAFA women's tennis team. It was a "mini-holiday" with the travel and hotel, meals out and laughing with the team. We spent Friday night in Ft. Collins, where we awoke to snow Sat. morning. The tennis match was re-scheduled to be inside at 6 pm. So, we had ALL DAY to kill. The kids swam in the pool for a couple of hours and the girls hid some filled eggs, so the kids had an Easter egg hunt in the courtyard, which they loved. Off to the match, home late to bed, and up early on Easter to get to Laramie, WY. Remind me never to go back. Nothing to do, even though it's a college town. NOTHING. TO. DO.

It had snowed there as well, and Chris took the kids outside to play as it was melting. Michael found a piece of ground that had "rivers" running along 3 sides as the melt run-off was flowing. He looked at Chris and said "Hey, Dad. I'm on a penna-swayla!". Chris said "What?" Mikey held firm - "A penna-swayla!" It took Chris a minute to figure out Michael was on a PENINSULA. That's called too much reading and not enough talking.

All was well, we got home last night, and Chris had to teach today. Thank goodness the kids had the day off for a teacher workday. We needed to rest and catch up with laundry.

I'd post pictures, but I don't know how to get them off my phone yet. I'll work on that.

Blogging.

It's been so long I had to reset my password because I'd forgotten it. Mostly I came by just to look at my blog. I haven't seen it in a long time, and missed the pictures of the kids I had posted.

I don't even have anything to tell...what a boring life I have come to live.

Things the kids have said lately:

Michael - "I want to move my money to a retirement account. That way it will earn more interest and I won't be tempted to spend it." That boy is OBSESSED with money. He writes about it at school, he knows how much every receipt is in my purse. He scrounges in the house for money to be put into his account. He offers to combine birthdays parties with Molly "if it'll be cheaper". I assured him we could afford his own party if that's what he wants.

Molly, on the other hand, takes after her mama. If she wants something, then she wants it enough to warrant buying it. She doesn't care how much she has in her account. She doesn't bother to put her book down to scrounge for money in the house. She's content to just BE.

Oh, I DO have a story to remember for later. The kids and I and a friend of mine went to TJ Maxx. There were carpets on sale. I wanted one for the basement. Chris said fine, go ahead and buy it. Well, another lady wanted the same carpet. I pushed around for 15 mins or so, and found a salesman. He took the tag off, I went and waited in line. It turns out, it was the LAST carpet like that available in that store. But, I had waited, and that other lady didn't take the tag or buy it. So, I bought it. Well...she followed the guy carrying the carpet out to my car and stood there and SCREAMED at me in the parking lot. And screamed some more. Finally, I quietly said "Please, not in front of the children." However, she was not to be stopped until she was finished.

We finally got the carpet loaded, the salesman apologized for her behavior as she was walking away (it wasn't HIS fault!) and we left. Molly said "Mommy, what was that name that lady was calling you?" I replied "Don't worry about it honey. It was rude, and you won't hear it again."

After we got home and put the carpet in the basement and admired it, we came back upstairs. Molly said "Mama?" I said "Yes?" She said "You know that name that lady called you? " I answered "Uh huh." Molly replied "Well, I think SHE'S one..."

I had to turn around so she didn't see me laughing!