Two Lists and Other Stuff

Yesterday I made supper for 12
very hungry high school girls.
Lara's basketball team.
Let me tell ya.
Those girls can eat.

They ate:
40 rolls
60 meatballs
nearly 2 9x13 pans of potato casserole
2 bags of salad
12 chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches
(I only gave them one each of those,
I wanted something left for me my family to enjoy.)

So I was busy at our house.

But my other kids had things going on too.
All at the same time.
Except Jobie.
He's too little to have much of a social/activity calendar.
Yet.
So he got to spend time with Grandma.

I had everything arranged for the kids.
Until late Monday night.
Brookelynn, Jake and Ezra.
All three of their plans/activities changed a little.

It took:
4 emails
8 facebook messages
8 phone calls
25 text messages
To get things in order again.

That is crazy.
Ridiculous.

My hair would have been sticking out.
If it had any body to it.
Instead Jobie's hair felt the strain I guess.But I was able to watch the last 45 minutes
of the Biggest Loser last night.
That show makes me cry every week.
3 of the 5 of us who were home were crying.

What show makes you cry?

The Week

It's gonna be a busy one.
My guy is off.
Lots of honey dos.
For him.
And me.

Get fireplaces ready.
Leaves.
(Enough said.
You've seen pics.)
Mow one last time.
Clean rec room.
(BIG job.)
Work on the kids' rooms.
(Getting closer to moving them!)
Put Christmas lights up outside.
Make a turkey for the first time.
Have a slough of people over on Thanksgiving.
Decorate for Christmas.
(Not until Friday.
I'm one of "those" that must wait until after Thanksgiving.
Even though I'm dying to listen to Christmas music.)

Ryan's splitting wood right now.
Well, he was.
Until the splitter quit on him.
Isn't that always the way things work?
He's running around now.
Getting things to get it going again.
Took the little boys with him.
They are following him everywhere.
They love it when he is home.

So, yes, I am by myself.
Oh.
Except for my nephew.
Who is napping.

It's blissfully quiet here.
And it smells yummy.
Pomegranate.
Bought it from my nephew.
Not the same one who's napping.
A much older one.
On the other side of the family.
He's raising money for a trip to D.C.
My guy picked it out.
Pretty good taste.
But we knew that already.
He did pick me afterall.
Haha.
Haha.
Ha.