FYI:

"A shark on whiskey is mighty risky; a shark on beer is a beer engineer." --SGC2C

The Coast is Clear--For Now

The teens are at school. The husband is serving jury duty. The kid is in his bedroom playing with a million marbles, a pot, a large metal bowl, and a bamboo spoon. I am actually on the computer...typing.

I don't know how long this will last. I should get in all the words I can get in before something happens and I am pulled away from this world of clickity-clackity-plastic keys. I want to inform everyone of things in my brain...

...the kid just abandoned his million marbles, pot, large metal bowl, and bamboo spoon. He is now all up in my face harassing me with a repetative, "Let's go jump on the trampoline. Let's go jump on the trampoline. Let's...go...jump...on...the...tram...po...line!"

Well, it was worth a shot. At least I know my fingers still work on this clickity-clackity word writing device.

Off to the trampoline!

Before April Escapes

There really is no excuse for me not to post here at least once a month. For shame, Charise! For shame!

So, here I am--before April closes shop and makes way for May, here's what when on this month in this life of mine:

• Bought a house
• Moved
• Colton had appendix removed
• Carter started potty-talking
• Cody got a mild concussion playing baseball
• I hit my knuckle hard on the frame of our doorway (wah! wah!)
• Anthony remained uninjured for this season

I must say I am loving this whole home-ownership thing. Although we lived close to the beach in our apartment, it was getting a little too dark in that place for me. I was starting to feel like I was living everyday in a British television drama, er, something like that. Now I have two good-sized, west-facing windows that get deliciously dreamy afternoon sunlight and I feel like a human being again instead of a lichen. I don't even know if that makes sense, but any of you that know me know what I mean. When the sun starts heading west, it streams in through the back door and windows leaving warm patches on our living room floor. I remember as a kid we had a sliding door that faced west, and when the sun would come through it I would lay in the patch of light like a cat, just soaking it in. I've had the urge to do that several times here, at my new place. I love it.

Life is pretty good right now. I can't complain and I feel very lucky to be where I am in so many ways. Well, I can always complain--but I won't.

On to May...