We've had a mostly good week. We enjoyed Memorial Day, and the subsequent get-togethers it provided. Shea went on a bike ride with Jake, Judd, Ben and Matt. I went swimming with the kids, Olivia and Audrey. We had attempted to go boating with my parents and brothers that morning, but after 1 hour, it was too windy and the water was way to rough to wakeboard on.
That afternoon we went to the Hansen party at the park, and then we ended the evening cheering on the Jazz with dinner at Burrs'.
The rest of the week has felt like I've been off a day. I can't keep track of what day it actually is.
Tuesday I cleaned and the boys went boating for 4 hours with my dad and brothers. They had a great time, and I wish I could say that I really utilized their time away. I did manage to get the house clean and the laundry done.
Wednesday we spent playing with neighbors, and I can't remember what else. That's so like me. I have the memory of a goldfish sometimes.
Yesterday we went to lunch at Jason's Deli, exchanged some of Shea's birthday gifts at the mall, picked up his new temple suit and the shirt he had tapered at Mr. Mac, shopped at Costco and Kohler's, and watched/coached the boys in their first real t ball game of the season. It's funny how it takes almost the same number of adults on the field as kids to tell them all what to do/where to run/how to throw/not to fight etc. The boys love having their dad as the coach! Today I'm trying to convince Shea to stop working and take me to Ikea. I just want to see what they have. I drove by yesterday and the parking lot had several spaces open, so hopefully the mad rush is over. I remember what Tuesday was...we sold the Honda. We had that car for 5 years! In my short life, I have never owned or lived with someone who has owned a car for that long. It's a sad, but true fact. I was sad to see that car go, but glad to get rid of the bad karma (car-ma, ha ha) I had with it. Two wrecks within a year. I could never drive it without dreading what could happen and reliving what had happened.
It was a kind of crazy story--selling the car, I mean. Shea had it listed for 10 days and had had several calls on it. He had offers, but wanted to hold out for more money. He felt like it was so clean for an 8-year-old car, so he stuck to his guns. It paid off on Tuesday. The buyer called Shea and said he needed a car that day. Yeah, we'd heard that a couple other times that week with no results. He was serious though. The financing guy called that afternoon before the buyer had even seen the car, and they both showed up later with a check for Shea's asking price. The buyer asked some questions, handed over the money, and left with the car. It was a smooth and painless deal.
Now the hunt for another car has begun. We're leaning toward Cam's old Mini Cooper. It's been in the garage at my parents' since he left, and we want something to run around in that gets good gas mileage. That means I have to really learn how to drive a 5-speed. Up hills. Around town. Scary. Does anyone have the patience to teach me? I tried to learn hills on Shea's truck a few years ago, but had to quit when he lost his patience and started smelling the clutch. It wasn't my fault! I'll just avoid starting out on any hill, and hopefully make it home, which might be hard since I live on one. We'll see how this try goes.Tonight some friends are taking us to dinner since Shea helped him build a computer and gave him some sweet parts he had lying around. It will be nice to have a night out! The boys are going to Nana and Papa's, and Lucy is going with us since she's had a stuffy nose for three days now.
Forgive the rambling. I hope you sped read this entry. Really. It was pretty lame.
We went to see this today. It was very cute, but not as clever and funny as most Pixar movies. The boys had fun because they love to go to the "big movie." Lucy fell asleep so we could enjoy the show.
