Crashed

Our computer is dead. This makes it very hard to blog. Right now I'm using Spencer's laptop, which unfortunately is broken. This makes it very hard to blog. Which is sad because I have things to blog about. I am only making this attempted because I want to blog and cant. So do not think that nothing is happening in my life that is blog worthy. Just know that the computer is broken and I will not be able to blog for awhile.

Glorious Appearance

When you go out side you can smell spring. It is the best smell after a cold snowy winter. Fresh, clean, with a hint of mud. We still have some snow but it is melting quickly. The basement has flooded twice because of the grounds sudden intake of water. I have not officially seen a robin yet but as you can see, the daffodils have made their glorious appearance. My garden is still buried and I cant wait to see if my plants made it another year.

A Visit From Kasica

I guess I have not been doing a good job at posting. I am determined to post more this year than last year. But as of now, I'm far behind. So anyway, the weather has been horrible lately. It rains then snows, then rains and snows some more. There is mud and ice everywhere. I wish the warmer temperatures came with less grossness. But this post is not supposed to be about the weather. The real post is about Ben Kasica. If you do not know who Mr. Kasica is; he is the guitarist for the band skillet. Don't feel bad if you didn't know because I really didn't know who he was either. Until he moved in. Okay, not really but a little Ben Kasica did. Above is our foster baby Dylan. Below (and the biggest picture I could find) is Ben Kasica.
They even have the same hair flippy thing.

Ya Gotta Love Um

We now have three little boys ( ages four, three and 18 months).

Our house is crazy and loud!

Organized

For work I have lots and lots of boxes. If you come to the house sometimes it looks like we are moving out. We keep the boxes in the basement. I can't get them myself, I'm not good with stairs. And because I can't get to the basement I lose track of what is down there. I feel bad about making everyone else do it all the time. So I have come up with a system that will hopefully work for me. Dad built shelves for the boxes and I had Spencer figure out how many of each thing would fit on them. I got a count of everything in the basement. I then typed it up. So now when I get boxes I will write it down and when I take boxes I will write it down. I then filled the shelves to their max capacity, took a picture, and labeled everything. So now I know how many and where they all go. Hopefully this will make everyone's lives easier and keep the boxes out of the kitchen. Organized and efficient.

About Face

One year ago Mom, Samantha, and I went to the home and garden show in Buffalo. Its a show where people came, set up a booth and show you what their business can do for you. Friends of our have a booth for their roofing company. Most of it was the "home" part, it lacked in "garden". This year we did not go. Today I received a email that said a picture of me was in a mosaic of a buffalo. At first, I had no memory of what this was and why I was part of a buffalo. Then I remembered the "Home Show". There was a booth there about buffalo and this guy that did mosaics of things in Buffalo. At this booth there was a table where you could draw your face and put it in a box for a chance to be in a mosaic. So a child like drawing of my face is somewhere in this mosaic. I don't know where and I would have to buy the picture if I wanted to zoom in on it to find it. But it is there. I want to say that it is purple because when in doubt use purple.

Turtles Are Better...

...when they are really pancakes! Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against turtles. I love real turtles almost just as much as I love the pancake kind. To add to my "I know how to cook this" list, I make the best pancakes. Just ask Samantha.