Such is My Life ...

Or....My Life in Boxes...

Everyone should move once a year. It's a great way to get rid of junk, build muscles, make new friends, break up the monotony, find things you forgot you had, brush up on your cleaning skills, get reorganized, keep your accounts updated, and keep everyone guessing (a.k.a. thinking you're crazy). However, it's NOT a good way to preserve your nice furniture, your pocket book, or your un-bruised body. Perhaps it's not such a great idea afer all. Perhaps I am done moving. After all I have done it more times than I can count. I think I shall stay a while. Maybe until they haul away my cold dead body.

Oh How I Love That Man Of Mine :)

You can tell a lot about a guy by the way he loves his kids. It's very evident this man loves his girls. He would be lost without them. He is a great daddy, and a great husband. Happy Father's Day Peter!

Major Owies

This is what happens when you trip on your baggy sweat pants and fall down the stairs:




Broken left wrist, hairline fracture in the right wrist, and we're not really sure what's up with the elbow. They originally wanted to put some screws in it, but then decided it wasn't necessary. It looks pretty nasty, regardless! They think she hyper-extended it so the bone is okay, but she tore up her ligaments. Not a fun beginning to summer. She's taking it pretty well though. What a trooper. We're just grateful she didn't break something else!