bsmiles and sunny days

Sometimes I think my life is uneventful, unpredictable. I just walked into my kitchen to find a mysterious Wal-Mart bag in the center of the floor. The floor I meticulously mopped yesterday afternoon just minutes before Leila dumped the sugar bowl all over the floor and before Tre knocked his soda off the table onto the floor where it splattered about a three mile radius. SO I was walking through the yard picking up various pieces of trash and I realized there were piles of dog poop everywhere. EVERYWHERE. At first I thought it was just one corner of the yard, but as I ventured from one end to the other, I found it everywhere. It was disgusting. I kept imagining all the frolicking children that play in the yard on Sundays after church and wondered how many of them dragged dog poop into their minivans and suvs. *snicker* I know. It's gross, but I called the poop patrol, which gladly obliged my request to pick up the poop when I offered wal-mart bags and plastic gloves. Am I crazy?...

One of the greatest things about life in Nebraska is that we have friends. I have LOVED living in Missouri because we were surrounded by family. My mom and dad were close, my sister lived with us, Dale's mom and dad and sister and nephew were a mile down the road, we had aunts, uncles and cousins and grandparents at every birthday party and holiday, it was amazing. The thing about Fremont is the spontaneity . I LOVE it. People stop by, make play dates, drive by to check on us... we have friends. I still have my sister, who is the only person besides Dale that I am COMPLETELY uninhibited with, and for that I am more than grateful. God knows I need her; and we think each other is the funniest person in the world. But in addition to that, I have people here that I am totally comfortable with. I don't feel pressure when they walk into my house and it's messy. It doesn't matter if I am already in my jammies and slippers or if I am in the middle of a project that involves pi...