Well... I guess it is about time to do the update thing. That is all I seem to get around to these days. And even then I am lacking on that front.
The last semester of school went well. I am now edjamacated on the many anatomical features of the human body. I pulled an A in the class by sacrificing the rest of my life. Not sure if it was worth it yet. Summer semester starts on Monday for me. I'll be taking Chemistry, Health, and English. I loaded up my schedule to see if I am even going to be able to handle a full time load. We'll see.
We have recently taken up foster parenting. At least that is what Nate refers to it as. It really isn't. His Aunt Cindy needs a place to stay in Utah while she waits on the transplant list for a heart. We told her she was welcome to stay with us as long as she needs too. She has never been married nor had children so I am sure our house is giving her a great taste for insanity. Everyone has to feel it at least some time in their life right? She keeps up on the dishes for me so I am content with her here. Never really liked doing those anyway :-) On the downer side of the whole situation she is on a low sodium diet. Anyone ever tried to cook with out salt? I don't like cooking in general, but it is a bummer when the food I cook never tastes good because of lack of seasoning. Uck! I am restricted on almost every ingredient I put into the food. You should all try it sometime when you are really bored. See how long it takes for you to get sick of it. It took me about ten minutes.
The children are having a lot of fun with our guest. They spent the first week teaching her how to Wii bowl and the basics of the computer. They spent the second week whining that she was hogging the computer. She spent the third week whining that "they" were hogging the computer (the younglings went off track and were home all day). They found that if they work together, such as teach Cindy the joy of Webkins World and Club Penguin, then they both get almost satisfactory computer time.
Aunt Cindy has a fear of beeping. With the security system the doors beep every time someone opens them. Then there is the phone beeps, the microwave beeps, the oven beeps, the computer beeps. She has a little IV pouch that beeps if it is having problems and a pager that should beep when she gets a heart and a pace maker that beeps before it defibs her if it senses that she is going into cardiac arrest. With all the beeping of the normal every day appliances she is constantly thinking she is beeping. It freaks her out pretty bad. I thought it odd that she freaked out so bad over a little beeping until she told me the story of the old microwave that set off her defibrillator a couple of times without her really needing it to shock her. I guess If I thought I was going to have a bolt of electricity go through me every time I heard a beep I would tend to freak out a little when I heard it. LOL
On the animal front... we still have Prints the Chabbit (chicken rabbit). We've let the chickens out to play a few times and Prince tries to mate with them. Poor little chickens. They have been quite traumatized. Prints is still struggling with his identity.
We ended up keeping (adding to our stock) one of Stella's baby bunnies for Ashlee. She named her Z. So we are now up to four rabbits. Then to top things off Minnie had baby kittens. That takes us to 7 cats right now. My mother calls me the cat lady and she says I am going to be one of those old ladies with a stinky cat house. I am not sure how I ended up being the animal person in the family. I really didn't like animals all that much growing up. I don't know if I really like them now I just end up with all the animals nobody else wants to take care of because I feel bad for them.
Nate finally had it with feeding the chickens (because I was to afraid to) and he cut off Mr. Orpingtons head. He is now buried in my freezer with another 70 pounds of chicken that look much more appealing than his scrawny little body. I am back to being the chicken care giver and I am not missing my occasional attacks by Mr. Orpington one single bit.
We went through a fish phase a while back. James got a fish from scouts that he was suppose to keep a live for four months. I don't know what was wrong with picking one of the oddles of animals in the back yard or the one already in the house, but the scout master is a guy and they don't always think through things real well. Therefore, James brought home a fish in a bag and I had to go dig around for a bowl and then make a trip to the store for it's food. He named it Bdory and she was the cutest little gold fish you ever did see. Around this time our cute little four year old neighbor was visiting on a daily basis and he reminded me why four year olds and fish don't mix. We had to hide the fish food after finding Bdory swimming in a mush of it one day. Then one day about three weeks into it James comes and asks me if I have seen his fish anywhere because it wasn't in it's bowl. I told him that really wasn't a very good sign because the fish I had seen so far didn't just jump out and walk off. Emily found Bdory shoved inside a shell in her bowl, deceased. One more reason four year olds and fish don't mix. Fish are boring to four year olds... unless they can touch them... and that never seems to end with good results. After Bdory we tried out a few more goldfish, but they never made it past a week and a half. Seth did end up with a beta fish named Joe, which has so far made it a few months with us. So we aren't total fish failures.
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