JOVI

A few weeks ago, I was feeling jealous that my friend was going to see Bon Jovi in concert. I discovered that Seattle was their second stop on the tour and I told Clint I thought it would be fun to go. He shrugged it off and I didn't really figure it was that big of a deal anyway. A few days later he said, "Hey if you can find some cheap tickets, we should go." I set out on a mission that was very quickly squashed. Do people really pay $800 to go a concert? No, really, do they? Every website I looked at had crazy ridiculous prices and there was no way I was paying that. I even considered sitting behind the stage because that was all that was in our concert budget. We decided that would be a waste of money, so I gave up. 4 days before the concert I thought I would look again. I found some tickets in front of the stage for $45 each. That was considerably more feasible, so I bought 'em.I never said they were the BEST seats, but certainly better than the poor souls behind the stage.

Crazy looks on our faces? Yeah, I don't know why either.

FYI best concert ever.

a field trip to the grocery store

Now that's my idea of a fabulous time. Truth is, I do it a few times a week. Cambria's preschool, however, had not had the pleasure of doing so. They went yesterday and, seeing as how I have no other small children at home, I chaperoned. Not because I really wanted to go to the grocery store and walk around for an hour and buy nothing, but because I really had no excuse.

The field trip was cute. They walked around to different departments and got to try samples and talked about "always foods" and "sometimes foods." I did learn who "always" feeds their kid donuts through his adamant proclamation of them being in a particular category. I had to take pictures as proof of my presence so that when Cambria is older and says, "you never went on a field trip with my class." I can bust out the pics and say, "Heck yeah I did. The best field trip you ever went on." I sincerely hope that is not the case.

more vinyl cuteness

here's why

You may have noticed that the blog was out of commission for a few weeks. Well, we got a new computer and were trying to transfer everything over and then figure out how to use the new computer. You see, we bought an iMac. We have been PC users for as long as there has been a PC to use. Last fall, however, we got iphones and we love them. When our computer started acting crazy, a Mac seemed like the logical thing to do. We love our new machine, but I still don't know how to find pictures...it's a process that I can't yet wrap my head around. Last year, I would have directed you to the following picture, now I am part of the crazy. Fantastic.

hawaii - twenty ten

My friend, Mary, found a great deal on plane tickets to Hawaii last month and invited me to go on a little vacay with her. I am pretty sure she didn't think I actually would, but I did. Generous friends and a willing husband took care of my kids here for the week while Mary (and baby Grace) and I vacationed away. It was much needed and greatly appreciated. Being the multi-tasker that I am, I wanted to spend time with my Hawaii friend too, so we stayed with Ginny and I got to hang with TWO of my friends. It was delightful. So much to post about, but I don't feel like writing it all down, so if you really want to hear the details, go to Mary's blog. Thieving other people's thoughts and ideas? Just another service I provide.

at the PCC lu'au

Mary, Grace and I taking turns frolicking on the beach

Me and Ginny...man, I miss that girl

Thanks for the fun trip, ladies. We must do it again sometime.

a bowling afternoon

Clint met us after work one day and we let the kids go bowling. Cambria has never bowled before, so it was kind of big deal for her. I would like to add that toddler bowling shoes just may be the cutest thing ever.

There's a difference.

Carson frantically told us that the toilet was clogged. I asked if he used too much toilet paper and he told me he didn't go potty. I said, "Then why did you flush the toilet?" He told me that he just wanted to. I asked if something got flushed down the toilet he said, "no." Then he said, "Well, there might have been a cup in there." A cup? Great. A little 3 oz. bathroom cup (which last time I purchased, decided that plastic ones would be better for child hands) fits perfectly in the hole of the toilet; it completely seals it shut. They are also very slippery and difficult to grasp. Clint had all three of our kids put their hands in to see if they could get it out. I left for choir practice and wished them all luck. I don't know how they finally got it out, but when I got home, there were various implements on the counter. A hanger, a paper clip, a corn cob skewer, yeah, fantastic stuff.

Oh, and, by the way, if you think paper dixie cups crush too easily and so you decide to buy the plastic ones...don't. There's a difference. One will crush and leave the toilet functioning, one will render it useless. I have chosen unwisely.

pride and joy

That's what we feel for the littlest Hoskins. Her preschool class decided to make a dream quilt in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. They each made a square of their dream. Some kids said their dream was to be a fireman, some said a doctor, other said they wanted to help people. Here's Cambria's dream.

That's my girl. Dream big, little sister, dream big.