November 25, 2003

• Good evening.

  
  

  Quiet house.  This is the best time of night.    *snicker*

  
  

  I did my two week grocery run, and survived.  My kids survived too.  *snigger*

  
  

  Gonna miss Jen something terrible the next four days.  Who am I gonna play with???? 

  
  

  Have caffeine in the house again.  (woo hoo)  And instant food, and cereal.  Oh me loves pay day!  *giggles*

  
  

  resisted the ice cream......sniff sniff.  Its not good for me.  But oy it tassssssssssssstes good.

  
  

  I found this picture on my harddrive today.  *grin*    WAnt to guess which one is me?    And yup that is a BIG dog.  We always had a great dane growing up. 

  
  

                 

  
  

  Rainee found a lipstick today.  And was quite delighted.  She kept putting her finger in it and putting it on her face and then saying itteee (pretty)  itteee.   Very cute,  very messy.  Have make-up finger prints on my monitor now.  Took pictures, was gonna upload them, but can't get them off my camera, my hpport isn't working quite right.  Figure it out later maybe.

  
  

  Also have a silly kitten picture for Salem to look at.  *sniggers*  But once again need to get it on puter first.  (growl)

  
  

  Oh and somebody decorated my bathroom sink with ittee's too.  That lipstick is toast.  good thing it wasn't a favorite.  *snicker*

  
  

  Supposed to bring the mashed taters to Thanksgiving Dinner at my moms...and forgot to buy potatoes.  How can one go grocery shopping and NOT buy taters????  I guess when one takes 5 munchies with them.  *snicker*

  
  

  I've been rather bored online the last couple days.  And seriously contemplating digging out my kids book I started awhile back.  Ponders where I put the disc.  Really should do something profitable huh?     Its called the Crooked Tree.    I have six chapters written, and they've been read by several people and enjoyed.   Ponders it again, really should dig it out.  *grin*

  
  

           

  
  

  This house is where I grew up.  I grew up in the country, my parents having built this when I was five.  My dad cut the logs down from our property and put them up himself.  The inside of the house had many "unique" characteristics.  The front door was a 6 inch solid slab of wood.  Dad used to brag that no burglers would dast break it down.   The kitchen table was made out of another 6 inch slab of wood from the same tree.  Rather umm stout.  *giggles*   And the stairs were carved with a chain-saw out of a 3 foot around log.   Its was a fabulous house to grow up in.  We moved out when I was 13 due to logging moving west, and rarely seeing my dad.  If the house ever went back on the market I'd want to buy it sooooooo badly.  Loves that house.  *grin*

  
  

  Anyhow, my story is based loosely on adventures had while living there.  *grin*   And learning how to deal with a brothers cancer.  Maybe some day I'll finish it.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

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