Monday, August 27, 2012

WHAT "Lazy Days of Summer?"

This is officially the last week of Summer vacation for us and it's simply CRAZY to me.  How can it be over just like that?  

Every year, my children mourn the end of summer and dread the start of school, lamenting,
"We didn't even DO anything this summer!!" 
in their best feeling-jipped-voices.  Which really means they didn't do a million, ba-jillion, totally outrageous, much-too-lofty-of-a-plan, EXPENSIVE, UNREALISTIC things.  Like go to Legoland, Universal Studios, Disneyland, Knotts Berry Farm, The Grand Canyon, Seven Peaks, Timpanogas Cave, the Taj Majal, MLB games, Florida, Texas, New York, Minnesota, Oklahoma, Washington, Canada AND Mexico at least once each.  And that they didn't go to Boondocks, swimming, Dairy Queen, Galaxy, the zoo, Classic Fun Center, mini golfing, bowling, gymnastics class, to the movies & museums, boating, hiking, to the beach, and parachuting at least once a week.
And they LOOK OVER the ton of "other things" they DID do!

It never works -- I never have felt sorry for them!

UNTIL THIS YEAR.

Because, THIS YEAR, when they say, We didn't even DO anything this summer.....it's pretty much true!

As far as the traditional SUMMER-ISH FUN that is supposed to go on.

I even bought a pool punch pass and declared, This summer we are going to have "Water Wednesdays" which means we will go swimming every Wednesday.

We went once.

I'm joining the "feeling jipped" members of my family now.

Matt & I even missed our August date....and we were doing SO WELL - DANG!  But, we're in San Diego together right now, just the two of us, does THAT count?!?  ;)


Instead of the "Lazy Days of Summer" we've:

  • Sold our home -- TWICE!  (The first people cancelled after a couple of weeks)
  • Signed, dated, scanned, and emailed back and forth 14 addendums for the sell of our home.  (Our realtor joked with us that he should start taking a higher commission on offers that go past five!)
  • Which also meant I had a continual stream of phone calls and texts from the Realtor
  • AND we kept showing our home until we past the "Due Diligence" period with the buyers.
  • Built a new home
  • Made 1,000 decisions on brick, paint, tile, floorboards, door knobs, driveway and walkway shapes, trex decking color, lights, woods, closet layouts, faucets, stucco, windows, trim, size of patio, banisters, patterns, doors on the left or on the right?, plug outlets down low or up high or somewhere in the middle?, If I should UP my anxiety meds or keep them the same.....
  • AND then made many of these decisions AGAIN when the bids came back TOO HIGH or TOO LOW (who am I kidding?  THAT never happened!), or my selections were OUT OF STOCK, or the granite slabs I had picked out BROKE the day before they were to be delivered & installed.
  • Called the builder way too many times MORE than he wanted me to.
  • Babysat the builder.
  • Made the builder fix way too many MORE mistakes than he wanted to.
  • Fought with the builder.
  • Started the loan process with a lender for our new home.
  • Completed tons of paperwork and scrounged up all kinds of info they wanted about past names, drugs taken, jobs, income, marital status, insurance, residences, driving record, credit scores, best recipe for chocolate chip cookies, etc.
  • And then the underwriters came back with a list a "conditions" and we had to send them a butt load of other things; copies of account statements and down payment checks and employment verification and my mammogram results....(just wondering if you're still paying attention!)
  • All the while fielding 10 calls/texts (minimum) a day from the lender with updates and requests -- one of which I was not able to take because I had just gotten rear ended on my way back from picking out my granite the second time at the warehouse too far away from my home! 
  • Closed on our home - and became renters of our own [well now THEIR] home.  We paid more in rent than we did our mortgage pymt - so sad!
  • Packing up our home
  • Gathering boxes from all sources:  KSL.com, Walmart, friends & family, the Liquor store (it's TRUE - they're great for our canned foods/food storage)
  • Packing up
  • Packing
  • Packed some more  - it just grew!  When I thought we had done a ton - there was still a ton to do!
  • Moved the majority of our things into THE GARAGE of the new house (we hadn't officially closed & it wasn't ready yet) because our buyers were taking possession of ours SOON!
  • Shop for and buy beds & bedroom sets for the kids who were changing their sleeping situation (going from a shared room to an own room, going from a toddler bed to a "big girl" bed, etc.)
  • Packed up the "essentials" we had kept with us at our home, including my work office stuff because I worked up until the last day we lived in that home.
  • Moved the rest into the garage 
  • Cleaned & did paint touch ups at the old  [empty] home -- thanks to my VT, brother's family, and MIL for helping us with this trying-to-beat-the-5PM-deadline-to-be-out-EFFORT!
  • Signed closing papers on the new house
  • Got frequent phone call updates from the lender who "camped out" at the title company for two days making sure that our case was getting worked and pushed it through.(thanks to him!)
  • Then when we got word that the house was officially ours, we moved AGAIN.  We could move the things from the garage into the new house.  Word came in the late afternoon, so we didn't have anything set up to sleep, so we stayed at our brother & sister-in-law's house that night.(thanks to them!)
  • Unpack the new house
  • Move things in from the garage to the house
  • Put everything away
  • Forgot where I put it away
  • Unpack some more
  • Put together beds
  • Unpack
  • Hang butcher paper in the windows (after I got tired of crawling around on the floor below window level) so the neighbors don't "get more than they bargained for."
  • Unpack
  • Called all the Utility companies to stop service at our old home and start at the new one.
  • No one knows our address exists, so make several other phones calls to resolve this....still not sure if it's totally "resolved."
  • Call for Internet
  • Comcast won't serve my "area" - yet the homes on all the streets surrounding me have it - am I not in their same "neighborhood?" 
  • So desperate for internet use, set up an "Internet Cafe" on my in-laws porch and "tapped into" their wireless internet.
  • Call another company for Internet - they can't come out for another week.
  • Begged and bargained with my co-workers to cover my shifts since I didn't have the capability to work from home without internet
  • The internet co. came out and couldn't find a ground wire --then they do -- but the main cable has been spliced (inadvertently?) and they can't get anyone out for 4-5 days to fix it. 
  • Went over to my neighbor's to use her internet --Since when did we become so dependent on The Internet????
  • Had to drive out to the [way too far away] JetBlue office to work (due to no internet and phone at home) when I couldn't get shifts covered at 2:45 in the morning - yep, just me and one semi on the road at that time!
  • Unpack
  • Meanwhile, we haven't received mail for 10 days - after 3 trips to the post office, we start getting our current mail, but no one knows what happened to all the mail BEFORE she "found" us!
  • Unpack
  • It takes a couple of phone calls to get new garbage cans delivered, so we have tons of garbage bags piling up.  THEN once they'res delivered, the garbage man passes us by - he can't find us either?!?  This warrants a trip down to city hall myself to get this straightened out.  WHEN YOU'VE JUST MOVED, YOU HAVE TONS OF GARBAGE and we can't be skipped!
  • Hire someone to install cold storage shelving
  • Get a water softener guy to our new house -- hard water and oil-rubbed bronze faucets and fixtures DO NOT GO TOGETHER!
  • Go up and down the stairs 25+ times a day - needing a shower by the end of the day from all the sweating I'm doing.  I've lost 5 lbs. in the last three weeks.  It's called the packing-moving-unpacking diet!
  • And I managed to get Ryan registered for High School (his Junior year!) and Kyle registered for Jr. High (an 8th Grader!)  WHAT?! 
  • And we went school shopping - four different days for four different children.  I realized, girls are FUN to shop with - BOYS are not.
So, ALL of THAT dominated our whole entire summer!  But, we're in our new home (pictures coming sometime!)  not totally MOVED IN, but we are sleeping there now.  There are still unpacked boxes and things in the garage that need to be put away, but we're working on it EVERY DAY - some project or another.

Next up:
Window coverings
couches
Bonus room organizational system - I don't know what to do!  Suggestions?
yard
other furniture
TV(s) (that's only on Matt's list)  :)

So, we're FAR from done.  WAAAAAAAHH!

BUT, to make up for everyone's "LOST SUMMER" we've got a Fall Family Vacation coming up that we have been saving for and planning for years......

 

It will be a nice break from all the selling/buying/moving WORK we've spent the summer doing.  :)

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Kids Say the Darndest Things - Jul. '12 Edition

Taken from the sidebar...

Brookelle LOVES to have her back scratched [on her actual skin]. Matt was doing it tonight...
Brookelle: "It's not good when the nails are LOWER, only when they're HIGHER -- like Mom's!" 7/12

Monday, July 30, 2012

Pure Torture

On Monday, I took my, University-of-Utah-FANATIC, loves-The-U-so-much-it-hurts, pure-crimson-through-and-through, defender-of-"his UTES"-forever, never-lets-an-opportunity-to-debate-the-superiority-and-excellency-of-THE-U-pass-him-by, cries-if-the-U-of-U-loses-to-BYU, crosses-the-line-of-respectfulness-frequently-when-speaking-to-zoobies-(BYU-fans), has-ill-feelings-about-anyone-who-opposes-his-beloved-University-of-Utah, SON down to THE ARCH ENEMY, BYU campus, to attend EFY (Especially for Youth)!

When we started heading "down South" he told me he didn't feel well.  When we entered Provo, he said he was SICK!
(I'm sure this didn't have anything to do with the fact that he hadn't eaten anything that day, yet -- because he was still packing [surprise, surprise!])

He tried to pack ALL of his UTAH shirts that he owns!  I limited him to ONE - either go there wearing it the first day, or pack ONE for another day - and he was not happy with me.  I tried to teach him my "When in Rome, do as the Romans do" philosophy, but that lesson was TOTALLY lost on him!  I have a feeling he may have smuggled more in after I closed up his suitcase, removed it from his bedroom, and took it upstairs for our "doorman" to handle.  (Wait, that "doorman" IS Ryan!!)

He chose to make his statement from the start.  I found it humorous to see him walking around BYU campus housing sportin' his "U"  Just while I was with him during check in, he got several comments about his shirt, including one EFY staff member who [jokingly] said, "And now you'll have to leave."  Ryan didn't even crack a smile -- quite the opposite, in fact -- good thing his sunglasses were covering up "the evil eye" I KNEW was under there!  I told him he's asking for it - swimming in dangerous waters - and IT IS TO BE EXPECTED!  So, break out that sense of humor and DEAL WITH IT!


And because he was starving, I went over to the BYU Creamery outlet store and bought him something to "hold him over" -- When I saw it in the bakery case, I just couldn't resist!  A "Y" glazed doughnut!  He was thrilled.  ;)


Ironically, after arriving at his dorm, his counselor instructed all the kids to change into their EFY T-Shirt for the first day's activities....so, his UTE wearing glory was cut short.  :(  I'm sure he feels SO JIPPED.  He'll find a way to "compensate" though - like PASSING on all the "BYU worthy" clothes I made him take and pulling his real shirt back out again for another day - or two - or three....

{Oh Dear}

But, seriously, I hope he can let his anti-BYU feelings GO and have a great time at EFY.  I LOVED [all four years of] EFY when I was a teen!

Monday, July 16, 2012

How Many Days Does it Take to Build a House - Part 3

{Part 1 back here}
{Part 2 here}

Let's find out! Watch our House Time Lapse with us.

DAY 93
 {new front door}




DAY 95
{sheet rock}


DAY 101
 {brick}
 (Does anyone else see that freaky line of orange brick above and kinda connecting
the two garages?  WHAT THE....?!?)

 {mudding and taping} 
 

DAY 112 
{Tile} 
clockwise from top left: Mudroom into Laundry room, Kids upstairs bathroom, 
fireplace in Great Room, Master bathroom



DAY 113 
{more brick} 
{Master Bathroom Tub}
{doors}


DAY 117 
{Finish Work} 
...and a foot of saw dust in the Living Room!




DAY 123 
{"black paper" (don't know the official name) and wire lath -- backing for stucco} 
{window sills} 
  {Pantry Shelves} 
the workers are already using it for their own "food pantry" :) 
{Mudroom}
{railing beginnings} 

ONLY 40 MORE BUILDING DAYS TO GO!!?!!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Irony

I got rear ended today while driving in Salt Lake City.

While waiting for the cops to show up, we pulled over to the side of the road.  I turned my car around and parked behind him......

......and I noticed his van had one of THESE bumper stickers on the back:
 {But it had his REAL 1-800 number to call on the 2nd line}





 But, maybe he should consider changing it out for one of these instead:


hahaha :)

Another reason why I should just stay home!

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Blog Post Request Granted

Remember LILY?




She's Haylee's hamster - despite Mom's opposition to pets, Santa went ahead and gave it to her for Christmas 2010......ring a bell now?

Well, unfortunately, she died during the night a couple of weeks ago.  (From old age?  She had been wobbling around lately in stark contrast to when she jumped out of our arms and zipped up the Christmas Tree the day she arrived at our home!)  Matt always checks on her since she shares his weight lifting room.  During Friday night's workout, she was alive.  Saturday morning, she was not.  At the time, Haylee was up at her Grandparent's condo playing with her cousins, so she didn't find out until we went to pick her up and we were about to come home.  ALL the girls started crying.  We only had her for 1 1/2 yrs., and we're not sure how old she was when Santa bought her from the pet store. 

Matt told her we could have a little memorial service for her and bury her in our backyard.
Ryan, always the Teaser, laughed at that idea and asked what we were going to SAY at a HAMSTER'S "funeral"....

Which brought to his memory the scene from Cheaper by the Dozen when the family buries their son's pet frog, Beans.

Which then set Ryan off on quoting [through his laughter] the lines of the dad's speech in the movie:

"Beans was a good frog.
He...he was...uh...not like a lot of the...ya know...bad frogs you hear about today - all hopped up.
He was loveable.  He was almost human.  He was like...uh...one of the family.  Except that...uh...of course he was green and he ate flies.
But he was a HOPPER!
He hipped.
And he hopped.
He loved HIP HOP."

(see actual clip below)


And right then and there, Matt banned Ryan from attending Lily's memorial service because WHO KNOWS what he would do?!?


Matt went outside before Haylee woke up and dug a hole, then found a box that was just the right size for Haylee to put Lily in.

She covered her up with tissues.

Placed her into the hole in the ground.


 Then she shoveled the dirt back to fill up the hole.

I let her use my paints to make her a ROCK to mark the "grave."
The kids were asking if we could "exhume" her when we move and re-bury her in the new house's yard.......... I told them we could take the painted rock and place it in our future flower beds. They were satisfied with that idea. (WHEW!)   Sshhhh.....Just don't tell the new owners they have a dead hamster in their yard!

After this, Matt, I, and the girls were standing around the "grave" in the yard and Matt asked Haylee if she'd like to say anything........

"WILL YOU MAKE A BLOG POST, MOM?" was all she said.

So here it is!  I'm happy to grant her wish.  :)

Past Posts about Lily:

I'm not a [Wo]Man of my Word
The "Incident"
Good-Bye 2011


Saturday, June 30, 2012

Kids Say the Darndest Things - Jun. '12 Edition

Taken from the sidebar...

Haylee's pet hamster, Lily, died and we buried her in our backyard. The kids wanted to keep digging up her grave and looking at her again. I told them we couldn't do that. They wanted to know if we could dig her up when we move and bury her in the new house's yard. I told them we couldn't do that either....
The Children: "WHY?"
Me: "Dead bodies start to deteriorate - after a while, she won't look the same."
The Children: "What does THAT mean?
Me: The fur will fall out, the skin will sluff off until all that's left is a skeleton."
The next day.....
Brookelle: "Is Lily a BONE yet?" 6/12

Sunday, June 24, 2012

INTERRUPTIONS

It is Summer Break.
And ALL the kids are home with ME.
ALL FIVE kids.
EVERY day.

I need to remember this:

Interruptions 
When you are exasperated by interruptions, try to remember that their very frequency may indicate the value of your life. Only people who are full of help and strength are burdened by other persons' needs. The interruptions which we chafe at are the credentials of our indispensability. The greatest condemnation that anybody could incur - and it is a danger to guard against - is to be so independent, so unhelpful, that nobody ever interrupts us, and we are left comfortably alone."
-Anonymous
from The Anglican Digest

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Give That Coach a Valium

Ryan has been umpiring baseball at our city league again this Spring/Summer. He LOVES it!
It involves SPORTS! And his genuine LOVE OF THE GAME.
It involves MONEY!
It involves being outside in [hopefully] pleasant weather, hearing the *crack* of the bat as it hits the ball, and the aroma of hot dogs coming from the Snack Shack!

But when tournament time comes at the end of the regular season, the intensity at the ball field turns up a notch - or ten!  The players are playing their hearts out, the crowd is cheering with greater enthusiasm, and the official scorekeeper is bombarded with, "What's the score?" inquiries left and right when earlier in the season, practically no one talked to her.  It's like this every year.....the championship is on the line, after all!

BUT THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR COACHES' NON-STOP COMPLAINING when Ryan was calling the game and especially when he called the 3rd out to end the ball game - AND THEN CHASING HIM DOWN AFTER THE GAME TO VERBALLY ASSAULT HIM SOME MORE, ACCUSING HIM OF "LOSING THE GAME" FOR THEM, AND THEN THROWING IN SOME OBSCENE NAME CALLING AS WELL!!!

Yep, these are "grown men" we're talking about here.  "Grown men" who are coaching Little League Baseball - moreover it was the SHETLAND league....which is just one step above TEE-BALL.....which consists of 4, 5, and 6 YEAR OLDS!!!!

Can you say, Unfulfilled Sports Dreams in their Own Childhood?!?  Psychological Problems over Personal Sports Failures?

*********

I happened to be in California at the time, so I did not witness it personally, but it was reported from other eyewitnesses that these "grown men" also refused to shake hands/high five the winning coach after the game.  And some other Moms in attendance (leave it to us "Momma Bears") began yelling at those coaches, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!  GET OVER IT!  BACK OFF!  WAY TO ACT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS!  GROW UP!"
While another Mom gave a shout out to Ryan, "WAY TO STAND YOUR GROUND, UMP!  GOOD CALL, GOOD CALL!"

Thank you my fellow Mamma Bears!  :)

Friday, June 1, 2012

How Many Days Does it Take to Build a House - Part 2

{Part 1 back here}

Let's find out! Watch our House Time Lapse with us.

DAY 50
{more framing - almost a whole roof!}


DAY 51
{outside & inside framing}


DAY 58
{Tar paper on the roof}
{and a porch laid}


DAY 64
{The 4 sides of the house.  Roof shingled and *some* windows in}



DAY 78
{The "4-way inspection" - electrical/HVAC/framing/plumbing
 

DAY 91
{Sheetrock delivered!}