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Sunday, January 4, 2009

How I spent today

This is how our Sunday, January 4, 2009 went, as of almost 6pm.

I woke up at 6:25 am to get dressed before the kids woke up. I managed to re-straighten my hair (it needs touch ups- it truly doesn't want to be straight) and applied some make-up. I woke up to no water. Honestly, utilities are so overrated. Got the kids up and out of the trailer by 7:30 to go to Bakersfield for Sarah Bunting's blessing. Sarah is David and Lindsey's baby. We get to church on time. The kids were moderately well behaved. Ed taught me a new word today: "fretzel." It's kind of fun to say, and grandma Bunting brought some fretzels to church in a chex mix. (Ed also started coughing in his sleep last night. Half of Jocelyn's kids are sick- we don't really need this right now. Is it ever convenient to be sick though?) After the sacrament meeting we went to the grandparents house because I was in no mood to watch my boys refuse to go to their respective classes. They barely go to classes in our own ward. At 1:30, the other Bunting's (David and Lindsey) had a BBQ for the fam to celebrate Sarah. The food was yummy. I like the corn/rice casserole thing the best. We left there when Ed fell asleep standing up, leaning against my legs. The kids all fell asleep in the car on the way home. I saw Ryan's patrol car at the substation and so I used my new fangled cell phone to call him. (I got an LG Vu for Christmas. A huge technological upgrade in the way of cell phones for me. My last phone was 6 years old.) He informed me that we still had no water because this time a metal pipe broke. I stopped at the store and stocked up on four gallons of water. He'll get the right parts tomorrow and repair it. For the evening, I am waterless again, but since we are all going to bed shortly, it doesn't really matter.
I'm beginning to think if there was some catastrophe, and we had to go back to cowboy days, you would want to have me around. Not that I'd fix many of your problems, but I'd be like a reverse Pollyanna: "It could always be worse. At least you don't have the pox." or "It's only one bear. At least it's not a grizzly." or "Stop complaining about gathering water from the crick. At least you have a bucket to put it in." (You have to say crick, not creek.) I'd probably get really annoying, reminding you of all the little blessings you have, but it works. Like for our no water situation: It's short term. And, it's winter. No one is sweaty or stinky.

And I need to add what Ryan did today, as he is part of the family... He went to early church meetings, got called into work before church even started, and has been there since about 9:30 this morning. I wonder if he's taking overtime for this? A nice, big, fat, OT check would be nice. We are going to LA this weekend to look at architectural salvage yards and fun money might be fun! Old fashioned-high flow used toilet anyone? Just kidding. Maybe.

1 comment:

  1. You're a good woman with a good attitude. Sounds like a great day. I love fretzels!