Broken Foot

So, yesterday at about 2:30, I was bringing the garbage can from outside. For those of you unfamiliar with our door, it requires serious strength to close and open. In order to get it completely closed, it must be SLAMMED! So, the phone rings, I pick it up, it was Jill, the YW Pres... I start chatting with her and go to close (slam) the door shut and for some reason my foot was in the way. It hurt like crazy... kind of like stubbing your toe. I was brilliant on the phone. I am pretty sure Juill had no idea that anything even happened! And that was all I thought it was at first. I thought I had a little stubbed pinkie toe. I was cut a little so I put a band-aid on it. As the afternoon went on I was thinking, I definitely broke my little toe. So I called my Mom and Vicki to find there is absolutely nothing to be done with a broken toe. When Justin came home he tried to assess the situation... he barely touched it and I screamed! I have an extremely HIGH threshold for pain, so this scream surprised both of us. He told me to move my toes. I could only move 2. Then he asked me to move my foot. Wasn't happening. So this morning, went to the doctor, got a couple of x-rays, had a ride in a wheel-chair and found out that I have to wear a big air-boot for a little while. Just a minor fracture. May have to get another x-ray next week... but I will live. I wish my story were a little more exciting or even entertaining... but nope. Just a boring old door slam. And my first broken foot, ever!

What excites me?

Cookies. Chocolate chip cookies excite me. The smell. The taste. The texture. I will eat almost any chocolate chip cookie. I really will. Even like the store bought Keebler cookies. They don't have to be fresh baked, although, fresh baked excites me even more. Having diabetes kinda puts a damper on the whole cookie eating thing. My friend, Vicki likes cupcakes. No, she LOVES cupcakes. I think cupcakes are nice. I can take or leave a cupcake. But a cookie... I just can't leave it alone. I can resist sugar cookies. I can resist snickerdoodles, and gingersnaps, and oatmeal lace, and molasses, and even chocolate crinkles... but there is something about a chocolate chip cookie that I just cannot resist. If there is one in my vicinity, I cannot just let it stay there without being eaten. There is something about a chocolate chip cookie. When you take a bite into it, you have the texture of the cookie accompanied by this explosion of chocolate that can only be provided by the chip. That melt in your mouth sensation of the chocolate chip is unparalleled. My mouth smiles when I take a bite of that special combination of eggs and sugar and flour... I love cookies. Any and all cookies. I really will eat any cookie that is put in front of me... but the chocolate chip cookie is what really excites me.

When will it be over?

A week of Spring break has passed. I think I am done. I have had it with the children. There has been so much drama in this house you would think we were on a set of Days of Our Lives. Having a tweenage girl is really getting old. Of course, there are days when she is wonderful and helpful and fun! But when you put her little brother into the mix, it is just the worst of all possible scenarios. I remember when they would play so well together, making forts and playing house and school. Now it is just fight, fight, fight. I wish I knew there were an end in sight, but it doesn't seem like that will ever happen. She also is constantly complaining about not having anyone to play with. Who can we invite over? When can we invite them? Ummm, how about you be grateful I don't lock you in your room all by yourself for the entire week and go play outside with the neighborhood kids? But the neighborhood kids are brats and way too sophisticated for their own good. And not sophisticated in a good way, either. They know too much and I don't like it. Why can't my kids just play nice?

Easter

I did not have the time or patience to get pictures before church... and by the time I got the camera out, the baskets were already taken apart... But at least there are pictures of the Easter dresses for posterity. Right?

My cousin Nicole introduced me to cute artwork that is girlie and adorable! Take a look at Tollipop!

Miss Vicki should be Auntie Vicki!

Hilton wants me to go to his field trip to the zoo. I don't want to. I have had a headache since Sunday and there is no way I am going to put myself through that torture. When I shared this with him he asked if Justin would go. I told him Justin has to work. So then he asked if Miss Vicki could go with him... What? I guess that is his order of importance... Mom, Papa, Miss Vicki. I hope the Waihi's don't mind that my kids consider them as important as their parents! We love them like family. I did not know my kids felt the same way!

Hat

Hilton wanted me to knit him a hat, so he picked out the yarn and I got right to it. It took me about 2 hours. It was very simple. Now I am working on two large projects that I am afraid will take forever. I am making a dress for Lorelai and an afghan, just with some yarn I have milling around the house doing nothing. I am making the dress in a large size 3T to give me plenty of time to finish it. She is currently in a 12 month... I work on them alternately because the dress has a very tiny stitch and the afghan has a much larger stitch, but the pattern is more fun to do. I really love knitting! It also keeps me from eating! Haha!

Swamp Tour

I finally got a battery for my camera. I swear, WalMart and Target have been out of the kind of battery I need for an entire month! Here is a picture of an alligator that I got before my camera died. We got very close to him after I took this picture and we saw a lot more after this! The picture of the rainbow was just pretty I think... It was from the swamp tour. I just lucked out... I am NOT a good photographer!