Today is Elizabeth's first official school field trip!
The kids are getting a tour of the Show Low Fire Department, so fun.
Of course I'll be going along as a parent volunteer. The brothers will come along too, I asked Elizabeth if she wouldn't mind first!
Respect!
After all, she does say that her favorite part of school is "getting away from my brothers"...
Kindness!
She's in her closet right now picking out just the right outfit for the field trip. There ARE potentially hunky firemen involved! I don't blame her for wanting to look extra fly.
And that's not ALL the excitement going down this week either!
On Friday the kids and I are packing up and heading down to Scottsdale for the weekend. My mom is meeting us there and we're all staying at a hotel and going to the zoo and hanging out.
My mom had this three day weekend and she wanted to actually go and do something instead of just staying home. So after ruling out a bunch of trips she could take by herself, she decided it would be the most fun to visit us! The drive all the way to our house is like nine hours from Simi though, a bit much for just a weekend.
But Phoenix/Scottsdale is only about five to six hours, totally doable.
We've done the Phoenix Meet-Up trip before. It's fun. My kids love staying in hotels.
In fact, the last time we did this, they thought the hotel was my mom's "other" house.
Elizabeth went on and on about how Nani has two houses...her regular house and her hotel house!
She's crazy!
So anticipate some cool field trip photos AND ZOO PIX!
Whoo hoo!
In other news:
Did anyone else watch the VH-1 Hip Hop Honors last night.
Dude. It was RAD.
I like all kinds of music, but I really love the hippity hop.
Snoopy Snoop-a-Loop is my dogg.
Anyway, they bestowed the Hip Hop Honors to, among others, Cypress Hill...ah memories.
My freshman year roommate and I would study for finals and listen to Cypress Hill. We were totally Insane in the Membrane.
In OTHER news:
I got my hair cut. Whoo wee! I had to take both the boys with me. Ben sat on my lap chillin'. Dylan spun around in a "salon" chair, illin'.
(I say "salon" because it was at WalMart, hey, $13 haircut. Can't beat it!)
Anyway, I'm just surprised that it came out straight considering all the "one-two-three-ing" I had to perpetrate on Dylan. The kid is crazy. He had this old lady getting a perm cracking up with his antics though.
Sidebar question: Why do all the old ladies get perms? Hmm.
Showing posts with label fire. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Something in the air....
I woke up today at 5 am with the distinct smell of smoke in my nose.
Uh oh.
We're still technically in fire season here and our monsoon rains have sort of tapered off a bit even though we're still getting storm systems moving through.
Last night there was a giant thunderhead gathering just over the rim from where we live. Thunderstorms with no rain = dry lightning strikes = bad news in the forest!
So, as soon as that smoky smell wafted into the house, I was awake.
First I looked around and made sure that my actual home was not on fire. It was not.
Then I went out on the front deck and there was a small plane flying around near the ridgeline and I immediately thought "that must be a spotter plane" you know, looking around for the raging wildfire...
I guess I'm not just a hypochondriac but also a pyrochondriac? Is that a word? It should be. I see and smell fire where there is none.
Actually, that's only half true...
Getting back to the story...
I'm one of those people who has a very hard time getting back to sleep after being awakened. Makes for lots of fun with the baby and all...you know...waking up all night.
So, since it was already 5 am and I was up I figured I'd go ahead and start the day. I got the dishwasher going and then started washing a load of diapers.
As I'm getting the washing machine going, I hear Bob walking around the house closing windows.
"Do you smell that too?" I asked excitedly since at this point I had convinced myself that I was hallucinating the smell of smoke. An obvious indication that I would probably have a massive stroke later on today. :)
"Yes," he answered in that gruff way he has in the morning where everything he says is silently prefaced by "I just fucking woke up, why are you talking to me..." if not in actual words then definitely in tone. God bless him, he hates mornings.
He determined that our renter had made a fire in his fireplace last night and since we sleep with all the windows open and have fans blowing in the cool night air our house got a tad smoky during the night.
He then proceeded to not so silently curse our renter for being a "dumbshit" I think that was the word. And wondered half under his breath "why the hell do you start a fire? It's AUGUST!"
I think the temps last night only got into the mid 50s range, maybe...so, as much as I hate the crabby demeanor of the early morning husband, I have to agree with him about the dumbshit renter and the ill-advised fire building.
The funniest part is that the two of them JUST went out yesterday on the first woodcutting expedition of the season (gathering wood for the winter) so all I could think was that maybe our renter thought he needed to test the wood? Just to make sure it would really burn??
Who knows.
So thanks to that fire made with wood that does indeed burn, I am now awake for the day. It's 6:30 am here now and I'm awake. I should be sewing as I have a lot of projects to finish up (ahem Debbie, I'm half done!) but instead I'm on the computer, complaining to the internet about how smoke woke me up. I can't sew right now because of course the sewing machine is set up in my bedroom and ALL THREE KIDS are sleeping in there right now.
We should have just bought a one bedroom house with four living rooms, because that's all they use their own bedrooms for anyway, playrooms.
PS, as an interesting fun fact totally unrelated to this post. I measured myself to determine my bra size yesterday and it turns out that A) my band size is measuring about four inches smaller than it did a year ago and B) I'm still a 38DDD, yep, TRIPLE D. Wowza. AND C) Did you know that Triple D is also F. I didn't.
Oh, and of course I won't be burning my bras. Just in case you were wondering.
Uh oh.
We're still technically in fire season here and our monsoon rains have sort of tapered off a bit even though we're still getting storm systems moving through.
Last night there was a giant thunderhead gathering just over the rim from where we live. Thunderstorms with no rain = dry lightning strikes = bad news in the forest!
So, as soon as that smoky smell wafted into the house, I was awake.
First I looked around and made sure that my actual home was not on fire. It was not.
Then I went out on the front deck and there was a small plane flying around near the ridgeline and I immediately thought "that must be a spotter plane" you know, looking around for the raging wildfire...
I guess I'm not just a hypochondriac but also a pyrochondriac? Is that a word? It should be. I see and smell fire where there is none.
Actually, that's only half true...
Getting back to the story...
I'm one of those people who has a very hard time getting back to sleep after being awakened. Makes for lots of fun with the baby and all...you know...waking up all night.
So, since it was already 5 am and I was up I figured I'd go ahead and start the day. I got the dishwasher going and then started washing a load of diapers.
As I'm getting the washing machine going, I hear Bob walking around the house closing windows.
"Do you smell that too?" I asked excitedly since at this point I had convinced myself that I was hallucinating the smell of smoke. An obvious indication that I would probably have a massive stroke later on today. :)
"Yes," he answered in that gruff way he has in the morning where everything he says is silently prefaced by "I just fucking woke up, why are you talking to me..." if not in actual words then definitely in tone. God bless him, he hates mornings.
He determined that our renter had made a fire in his fireplace last night and since we sleep with all the windows open and have fans blowing in the cool night air our house got a tad smoky during the night.
He then proceeded to not so silently curse our renter for being a "dumbshit" I think that was the word. And wondered half under his breath "why the hell do you start a fire? It's AUGUST!"
I think the temps last night only got into the mid 50s range, maybe...so, as much as I hate the crabby demeanor of the early morning husband, I have to agree with him about the dumbshit renter and the ill-advised fire building.
The funniest part is that the two of them JUST went out yesterday on the first woodcutting expedition of the season (gathering wood for the winter) so all I could think was that maybe our renter thought he needed to test the wood? Just to make sure it would really burn??
Who knows.
So thanks to that fire made with wood that does indeed burn, I am now awake for the day. It's 6:30 am here now and I'm awake. I should be sewing as I have a lot of projects to finish up (ahem Debbie, I'm half done!) but instead I'm on the computer, complaining to the internet about how smoke woke me up. I can't sew right now because of course the sewing machine is set up in my bedroom and ALL THREE KIDS are sleeping in there right now.
We should have just bought a one bedroom house with four living rooms, because that's all they use their own bedrooms for anyway, playrooms.
PS, as an interesting fun fact totally unrelated to this post. I measured myself to determine my bra size yesterday and it turns out that A) my band size is measuring about four inches smaller than it did a year ago and B) I'm still a 38DDD, yep, TRIPLE D. Wowza. AND C) Did you know that Triple D is also F. I didn't.
Oh, and of course I won't be burning my bras. Just in case you were wondering.
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