Picture Post For Gramps

Gabriel the clown

Wow, wow Pudgy

Slurpees at Hutto Days

I have no idea, but how handsome is he?

Pudge is eating the best part of the corn dog!

Gabriel actually TRIED it! woohoooooo!!! That.Was.The.Only.Bite.He.Took.

(look close)

Gabriel's Prayer

The lights were out for bedtime, but you'll still enjoy the sweet words...

Scary Ghosts

"we're twins"

The Week in Review....so far.

We went to our first official small town event, Hutto Ole Tyme Days. And boy was there beer. I thought that was odd, but I'm new here. Then again, there is a big place on the main street (or highway 79) that we call, "Beer". That's the only sign on the joint, so we're convinced that's the name.



Hutto Days was basically a collection of local vendors/retailers/hopefuls? with booths selling their stuff. I entered a raffle, because that's what you do. Wasn't there for the drawing, because that's what I do. The kids nickel and dimed me for some mediocre entertainment. Oh, alright. The pony ride was pretty cool. Even cooler still was how they all thought they were cowboys riding the range. in a circle. at the old mill house.

So, Pandora sent me an e-mail saying that I am approaching my free listening limit. Wha? I don't know if I'm more shocked that they have a limit, or that I have approached the 40 hour mark.

I have clinical tomorrow and I can't tell you that I am looking forward to it. Yes, yes... Nilam and I enjoy one another's company as we walk figure eights on the mother baby unit, but 13 hours of clinical is bringing me down. WAY down.

Anyhoo, you night owls look up at the sky late tonight if you get the chance. Awesomeness is in store for us in the form of a meteor shower. I love getting a glimpse of God's amazing works. and while we're on the subject, let's pray Sebastian found someone to pick up the kids from school tomorrow...

**I'll try and get some pics of the hutto days loaded later. right now, my priority is loading up the kids' backpacks & lunches**

Random Pic Thursday

I didn't take this photo, but the guy that did also likes *loves* pie. He captioned it, "I like pie too". Too funny.

So, how are y'all doing? good.good.good. On to me. I have a mess of t.v. to catch up on. Are you guys watching gLee, or do we not go there? Paranormal activity: must see? don't go? anyone?

I'd stay and chat awhile but Gabi is sick and crying and once I get him settled, there is a little something I like to call Thursday night television that needs my attention. Happy viewing.

I Opened A Box

How come noone ever told me about Pandora? Am I dead to you people? Love it. Enough on that.

We're supposed to get some rain which makes me very, very happy. But, it doesn't take much these days: a can of green beans just about made my day today. So delicious (and free... *stolen?/borrowed from someone else's pantry*).

Tomorrow is Friday and that means that if the boys got green lights all week, we get to go out for ice cream. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to take the boys to get a treat at the end of the week. Or how happy it makes Homer. I'm especially proud of my Gabriel who has turned a new leaf from last spring on the behavior front. He has the most wonderful teacher that he absolutely adores and has had NO problems with behavior. Yes, and amen.

Tomorrow is also my day of the week that I get to volunteer at the boys' school. I am loving it more and more each week that I'm there. The school is amazing, the staff is incredible, and the students are just plain loveable. hang on. Pandora threw out a bad egg. That happens from time to time and I gotta give it the thumbs down. I love how Pandora then apologizes and gives you the "We will never, ever play that song again.." message. It cracks me up. But, really. don't ever play it again.

Where was I? Oh how the time flies when I'm here blogging. I guess I should get my raisin out of the bathtub, make his lunch and snack for tomorrow, and then watch some awesome Thursday night television.

And Pandora, this song gets two

Chicks Dig Us

At least this Chick does, anyway.

The Kids Are Playing

On this. My bad. Did I forget to include this one in the last set of photos? It was a nice addition that came with the house. We wanted dishwasher funds, they offered this. We have an experienced dishwasher. We didn't have one of these.

May I Present A Glimpse of My Present

Today was a good day. I thought we would have some rain by this am, because the weather report last night said so. The weather report this am said not until 5 or 6. Bleh. Fine, I'll go and jog. And there was no desire to do it. (hang in there for the run-on) I managed through the first mile and then went on my way to the highschool that is rediculously close to the house with its fancy track that somehow is always locked and I'm not bitter at all about every time I jog up to the stadium and get to see the lovely sign that reads something along the lines of:

H.I.S.D. encourages fitness.

Please feel free to use the track. (we'll just keep it locked all the time and hope that you get fat because we really don't encourage Jack. We do like to post signs that will pump you up, only to let you way down. Thanks for being our Nancy.)

whatever, Hutto High School Athletic Department. You are dead to me. Dead.

Went on with my jog. Just when I was feeling like it was a walk is likely to replace the jog day, another mom comes strolling along at a good pace with her iPod.

I. don't. think. so.

I kept on, people. And she was doing better than a ten minute mile, but I played suit and kept pace with her. Then she rounded a corner just ahead of me. I kept on, jogged about a block, and then preceded to the walk that I had set my mind on. I showed her. Guess who came up behind me? Same mom. Still strutting. Listening to her iPod. So.... long story short. Because I'm hardcore and sick and demented like that, I jogged along with her. I let her take me a good mile and a half (the half is a lie, it was just another mile), and then I turned the opposite corner and headed home. I may be competitive, but I'm not crazy. I need to find my way back, lady. And I don't know where you're leading me that is seeming so desperately far away from my fruit loops and hazelnut coffee awaiting me at home.

That, and I was spent. *just a bit*

Oh, yeah. We bought a new house. More pictures to come...

Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing Baby, Baby

Well, if having a sister pregnant with twins who recently has been put on strict bedrest doesn't get you to return to the blog, then shame on you.

And about the above statement, it is all true. Basically, in an effort to keep her cupcakes in the oven a bit longer, I'm willing to provide what entertainment I can. I'm not claiming that I'm all that entertaining, I just happen to have a knack at experiencing life in volume. I'm a magnet for some messed up stuff. Let's face it, if I'm in a room with 3 of you and something is going to go down with one of us, the 3 of you are probably in the clear. Reason #1 why I will not go diving with sharks. Also, why I won't wear a bikini to a water park. (coincidentally, that actually happened and can be filed in the lesson learned folder.)

So, let's get going. Here is a quiz that I need 10 of you to re-post. I kid. I kid. Just trying to get back in the saddle, here.

I'll be seeing you all. And you too, Von. Hang in there, big Sis. I've already put in the call to Albert to turn you q2h. ;)