I wish. . . .

. . .that I could have just one of the following:

A new laptop so I could upload my own pictures

OR

A lazy bum husband always around to let me borrow his laptop to upload pictures

It's just that a blog will never be laptop priority when the same laptop is needed for studying for a big exam the next day (it seems like this is every night). I just can't bug him to take a break while I upload some dumb little picture to go with my dumb little blog for the day. For those of you who don't know, UB dental students have no textbooks. All their curriculum is on the mac.

So I just fill this space up with lots of W-O-R-D-S! Sorry!

Oh, And Guess what I Broke Today? I was feeling oh so lazy, but somehow got up the energy to clean out the fridge, so I would have a clean one to come home to from the hospital. I was so proud of my efforts until I was putting the tempered glass shelf back in the fridge and just BARELY bumped it on the corner. In that one fatal instant the shelf dissapeared and I was surrounded by thousands of tiny dots of glass.

That's what I get for going the extra mile and removing shelves.

The worst part was having to tell Brent. I told him, And then . . .asked how he was going to fix it. My fridge is small enough. I can't get by without this shelf. I am sure he will come up with something.

So I don't think I am getting a laptop anytime soon. Not as long as I keep ruining the stuff I already have.

The sun is shining so bright this morning on a beautiful white world. I didn't realize that the lack of it was starting to depress me till I saw it this morning.

I saw Brent fall for the second time in my life earlier today. Both times this has happened I just crack up laughing because it is so funny to see him mess up on something. He left in a terrible rush with only a couple minutes to make it the 3 blocks to his bus stop. He was running through our driveway and hit a patch of ice under the snow. I was just locking up behind him when I saw him go down. Later I found his main dish from his lunch- a baggie of pizza- lying there marking the spot.

Caroline is a silly girl with a bad habit. She keeps creating fresh scabs and then picking them off till they bleed. At one time last week she had five bloody scabs on her face. Just now she ran by with a bloody arm. I don't know how she keeps coming up with owies except that I think she actually just picks on her skin till she breaks through. Is this an a medical disorder? It reminds me of something you would see on a dateline freak show.

Right now I better go, because my girls just started a tennis match in my living room right behind me. I can't decide if I should allow it or not. They are using a nerf ball, and we really don't have any other rooms suitable for it. It has been a LONG early spring break. It's Amazing how they never stop coming up with stuff to do. Most activities involve the rearrangement of our living/dining room. And they always end up with girls crying that it isn't fair that they have to clean it up. I just wish we could play without making a mess. I keep getting the house just how I want it when I go to the hospital and then they trash it again. I've have always hated leaving the house in a mess, and it is impossible to feel prepared for the new baby when you have 4 more racing through it all the time.

My thoughts on. . .

The nephew on Jeopardy
Oh .....He lost. But he did win $10K. That is 1/3 the price of our house so I say that is fabulous!

The nameless BABY
I am driving the father crazy with baby name stress. It's like I suddenly hate every male name out there and none is good enough for my son, So. . . I just made a commitment this morning to not look up a single name, or make any more lists. It is just going to come to me and seem perfect when I see my son for the first time. We all took bets on the due date. Camille 3-5, Savannah 3-8, Kennon 3-6, Brent 3-4. Kashann 3-7. Winner gets to name the baby I guess. I hope Brent wins.

The Sickness
Brent and I are still recovering. Brent can't get rid of a sore throat, and I can't stop coughing so bad that either I've been known to throw up or even have an accident. I have never had this problem before, even with all the other pregnancies but I guess number 5 has done me in. I think I better just stay close to home for the next couple weeks.

The marraige
When I posted the valentine blog I scoured all the pictures that we have taken in the last 1 1/2 yrs. since coming here and guess what? Not a single picture of us as a couple. It is very telling of what happens to you I guess after all these kids. So we are going to start working on lots of lovey dovey shots . . just as soon as I get my figure back.

The Cooking/Shopping around here
Normally I love to cook. I've lost my enthusiam lately. We've been eating a lot of corn flakes actually. Brent came home last night and found no dinner. He didn't even complain, just poured himself a bowl of cornflakes. We have even stopped making ice cream! I miss my bosch. I can't believe how much I was using it.

Yesterday I just didn't cook at all. We had cold cereal for breakfast and the hit the chinese buffet at 1:30. I can take all 5 us of us girls there for less than $20 with a tip. Pretty good deal don't you think? Especially when we don't have to eat any more meals for the next 24 hours.
I know most people around say Wegmans is the bomb, but I just can't commmit to that expensive of a store. So I do some shopping at Aldi, and some at Wegman's. It's a real pain. I miss Winco!

And there is so much pressure here to bring your own bags. Isn't shopping a big enough chore without adding one more thing to the list? Aldi doesn't supply bags, but you can purchase them for $.5 cents a piece. I have maybe bought a bag twice. The rest of the time, I always forget my bags and throw all the groceries all over my trunk, and then take a thousand trips back and forth to the house.

Another neighborhood store I shop at because it is within walking distance and is cheap like Aldi is Save-A-lot. Basically the store grosses me out though because it's DIRTY. And They don't even let you take your shopping carts out of the store, and also charge for bags. So I actually have to walk back and forth from the entrance to my car often when I shop there.

The Dental School Experience
It's really flying by and I don't want that to happen. As much as I might complain about some of the things I have had to get used to here, I really love this moment in time. We have great friends, and really not too many worries. I can't believe I thought it was going to be so hard to make it through these four years financially. We have such little financial stress, (except for the one time last year at this time when we ran out of money and then Brent remembered he had stuck our second semester loan check in a file a couple of months before because we didn't want to cash it right then) It's just cheap living in Buffalo. Maybe I just don't recognize how rough we have it, but that's fine!

Monday Night Jeopardy Party

For those who caught Jeopardy last week and saw my nephew barely loose, he actually will be back Monday Night with a wild card! (He was a top money scorer) So Yeah! we get to watch him go for it again. 7:30 this Monday!- channel 7

Valentines '08

I have had some comments/complaints lately that Brent needs to pipe in. It is just so boring apparently when it is just me. But . . .He is sick and still going to school spreading it around. I don't think blogging is very top priority for him right now.

Valentines Day was SWEET! We have a Brent Casper family tradition of your's truly hosting a special breakfast complete with either strawberries or raspberries, decorations, goodie bags, and even presents occasionally. This year we (or the hostess anyway) were all too tired to get up in time to cook and celebrate before Brent leaves at seven a.m. so I decided on dinner instead. The kids waking up to just another morning were not happy about this. They all thought it started out as the worst V-day ever. So spoiled.
But I spent all day getting ready.
I served:

Baked Ham

Funeral Potatoes

Corn

Green Salad

Sliced oranges

Gingerale in plastic dollar store goblets

Raspberry Trifle.

Sounds like a mormon funeral doesn't it, but hey I was sick. And it sounded good and easy. - And no I didn't photograph all my beautiful dishes! We did remember a picture after we had finished trashing the table.

It was a great opportunity to gift the girl's a pair of the numerous pairs of shoes I picked up at Target in January. I wonder if they are going to get sick of every holiday being Target deals? Nah, I don't think so. Brent got a large box of Mrs. Field's Chocolates and a special love note recalling the some of the great firsts we have had over the years. Neither of us were at all interested in the chocolat that sounded so good a couple weeks ago when I bought it. That is one good thing about being sick. It sucks the appetite right out of ya. (For the first time ever at my OB appointment this week I had lost weight! )

Then the whole family piled into our bed and watched "Flawless" a Demi Moore movie Brent downloaded from his file sharing at school. Our Queen is getting really crowded lately with a pregnant woman and all our kids everytime we watch TV. The kids love it, but I am so hot already with this baby on top of me, all I need are kids packed all around me to feel like I am smothering.

Speaking of hot. . . This whole winter I have been freezing but all of a sudden I just don't even need the heat above 60 degrees to stay warm. Brent is the opposite and has been so chilled this week (mainly because he is sick) that he has started sleeping with my blowdryer. I get woke up several times a night lately because the blowdryer is blowing under our covers again. Meanwhile I am sleeping with a sheet and throwing all the blankets on top of him. We really need our own beds to get through the final weeks of pregnancy and his flu.

Today is a Beautiful SNOWY, Stay at Home Day. I insisted on Brent taking the car because that insures that no one can coerce me into going anywhere all day. That is really my favorite thing to just stay home. I have so much to do, and if I don't have the energy to do it I can always read my latest book, "Crime and Punishment" or even take a nap. I hear so many women complain about feeling so cooped up all winter. I really have never had this feeling. I love to shop and go out but I am so content to just be home. My kids are also not the type to get cabin fever. But Next week is Early Spring Recess and the entire week they have no school. I might feel different after having them all home with me for that long. Who ever heard of Spring Break and Early Spring Break? Who knows, it may be fun - but it is sure to be a disruption to the perfect l peace I experience on mornings like this when Caroline watches PBS Kids and I just sit at the computer.

Valentine Tag

I previously had a policy of not honoring tags, but I thought I would make an exception for valentine's day. I think I have been tagged by everyone I know, so I won't bother passing it along.

How long have you been together? 12 years

How long did you date? 7 months from meeting to marraige

How old is he? 38 How old are you? still 31 (for a few more days)

Who eats more? Brent eats more at meals, and more candy, but I graze more since here I am all day with a whole kitchen, and he is confined to a lunch box.

Who said "I love you" first? I assume it was him, but can't remember. I know I started falling in love the night he played cowboy and took me in boots and wranglers to a Rodeo in Yakima. We doubled with his 35 year old friend Brian and his nephew because he couldn't find himself a date.
They sat squished in the back seat of his Supra and Brent held my hand for the first time on the way home.

Who is taller? I would say Brent by a hair but that doesn't make any sense. He is, unless I am in my heels. The cool thing is though, he likes me tall.

Who sings better? I thought I was a good singer for many years, thanks to an encouraging mother. Brent told me after hearing me sing that I have an OK voice. I also remember him mentioning that I would be one of those ones that we laugh at trying out for American Idol. I don't let it bother me and still sing love songs to him for his birthdays, etc. I love his voice. He can go really high.

Who is smarter? He beats me in almost every category unless you can read about it in People Magazine or the Scriptures.

Who does the laundry? I Always do, and I usually keep caught up. I got Brent to do laundry once when I left him with the kids for 6 days. He thought it was a breeze. Of course, He never let them change their clothes, though. They had to get up each day and put on the exact same outfit.

Who does the dishes? When Brent brought home the dishwasher it just sat there for a couple weeks till we agreed to this deal. He installs, we wash All the dishes. Kennon was the last one holding out, but finally we all were begging him to put it in. It has been almost 2 months and he hasn't washed a single dish. . After dinner he says, "Ok, we'll see you girls. Go help your mother."

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Brent does because it is where the alarm is and he's the lucky one who has to use one.

Who pays the bills? Me, and I am terrible at it. I am constantly in trouble and wish he would take over.

Who mows the lawn? Kennon and I. But last summer he was about to fire us because we have really large tree roots that stick out of our lawn. Kennon and I have a habit of hitting them just right and bending the blades enough to stop the mower. Just one more thing for the man to fix.

Who cooks dinner? I always do. I can do it faster and healthier. But Brent is great to help out with things that need a little more care. I am a little sloppy so he does the pretty stuff.

Who is more stubborn? I really don't think stubborness is a big issue, although He says I am impossible to teach anything to. That might mean I'm stubborn.

Who kissed who first? I actually initiated it. . . he was taking so long. And it happened in The Buick.

Who asked who out? Brent called me up after meeting me briefly at a dance. It was the next morning at 11 a.m. and I was still in bed. He told my sister to wake me up. He couldn't even pronounce my name.We doubled with his brother Bryan that night at a bowling alley where we played minature hockey, then pizza hut, and then a very stupid twinkie roadkill game. Luckily I gave him a second chance. The first date didn't do it.

Who proposed? Brent suprised me and got down on one knee while we were changing water soaking wet. IT was very romantic, but completely unplanned. For a long time I felt jipped that he took the easy way out. But now I think it was pretty cool. He was just so in love. We used to have a great time on that hayfield.

Who is more sensitive? MEEE. I'm working on it.

Who has more friends? Brent and I really don't collect too many friends, just lots of acquaintances. We love to go hang out or attend parties, but for the most part we are also happy to be loners.

Who has more siblings? Brent has 8, I have 6. Thus I thought for sure we would have a huge family. I have had to talk him into every single one though.

Who wears the pants in the relationship? Brent is the boss. Sometimes good, sometimes ANNOYING.

Who I am tagging? No one, but Brent if you need to set the record straight go right ahead.

Kashann gets sick after all

Brent and I have been Sick, Sick, Sick since last Friday night. We went out for burgers at Red Robin with friends and on the way home my throat started aching. By Saturday we were both confined to bed. I think I am finally on the mend since last night was the first night I could sleep more than one hour at a time.

I kept having these horrible nightmares that involved an aching throat. One night there was a electric mixer stuck in my mouth. No matter how many times I woke up and told myself that it was a nightmare, I still kept scraping the roof of my mouth to get it out. Then Monday night, I fell asleep with Brent watching American Gladiators. The noise was driving me insane and I threw a pillow over my head to block it out. But somehow I still absorbed it as that entire night there were gladiators beating me up that had come into my body with the medication I was on. Such nonsensce I know- but what agony! So last night when I only woke up twice (to hear Brent getting up to take more medicine) I was in heaven. This has been cruel torture for a mother about to have a baby.

I still have no voice, so don't call me. I am just over the aching body and fever but still am completely congested and coughing like mad. This better go away soon, because I have to be recovered by my due date. PLEASE! (The worst part about losing your voice is I can't get any of my kids attention. I started carrying around a bell, but apparently yelling worked way better. Caroline is pretty funny, and just thinks that it's a game. She keeps whispering back to me)

Brent missed school yesterday, but went this morning, still sweating with a fever. Those poor dental students aren't given a chance to be sick!

We have completely stopped answering our phone and the messages are stacking up. I got a hold of my counselors and the bishop and told them I am taking a little reprieve from my calling (seeing as I can't even talk). People kept calling me on Saturday that were sick in the ward and needing help with meals or kids. Brent talked to them and said sorry, but we are all in the same boat over here. I honestly don't see the point of meals being brought in. It's not like I want someone to come into my sick house. We can order in food, or just eat corn flakes for a few days and we will all survive. I think this running to all the sick houses in the ward is insane. We all just need to quarantine ourselves and tough it out. Especially if families are like ours and there are older children who can help out. The only one I really would like to have around is my mother, but then she would get sick and I would hate that too.

And by the way, I realize that I did indeed catch this bug from my kids. I think I will be just a little more careful in the future. I would've worn a face mask around them if I knew it would come to this.

Baby update
I am at the point now where I have weekly visits with the OB. The good news yesterday was that I for the first time lost weight. Yeah, almost makes the whole sickness worth it! Just 3 weeks left! In the last few days I have grown pretty accustomed to pain and sleep deprivation, so there should be little adjustment with the impending birth.

Watch Teen Jeopardy Tonight!

Don't miss my nephew Will Casper on Teen Jeopardy at 7:30. He'll be the one in the red shirt! Go Will!

We have a ten year-old!

Kennon loved her birthday present -A Music Stand. Now she can give us concerts, or play school/ primary in style. Playing teacher has continued to be her favorite past time for the last 7 years.


Kennon gets her spanks and then the father-daughter duo takes the stage. (Grandma F., notice she is wearing her new sweater. Thanks, she loves it.)

Look at all those CANDLES!

Just wanted to mention that I added 5 things that I love about Brent at the end of the previous blog. So scroll down if you missed it. I was blog surfing this morning and realized that is the good and proper thing to do on a spouse's birthday. Somehow I always get it all mixed up.

38 Years

I was VERY suprised to get up this morning and see that last post. I mean I admit to writing it and all, but when I went to post it (I still hadn't edited it or decided if I wanted to post it because it sounded like I was in a bad mood and I wasn't sure that Brent would like it) the whole thing just dissapeared. I tried to find the post but couldn't and got off the computer at that point mad that I had just wasted my time. After an hour I got over it and decided that it was for the best. Not a very happy post anyway. But then this morning I was dismayed to find it had posted and people read it unedited, DARN!

Brent is 38 today. Which means he graduated from high school 20 years ago. It is amazing the way life happens. How could he have imagined back in '88 that he would be a married father of 5 still in graduate school 20 years later? But when we think back to decisions we made and the last 12 years of marraige, we have agreed that we wouldn't change a thing. Each stage of life has been awesome and so beneficial it's own way.

The farmer/trailer days could definitely be considered the good ol' days. We worked, (fought a lot more actually) and played alongside each other every day. Those were happy days and we got to spend the last 10 years of his father's life with him before he passed away.

The insurance days were long hard days for Brent, the salesman, but we have some great vacation memories to chalk up to his hard work- Cruises, Hawaii, Mexico, Orcas Island. And also we are so stocked up on life insurance now that I know we are going to be so rich and happy if anyone dies, right?

And now in our 30's we find ourselves in dental school and finally gettting to be married college students. I always felt jipped that we went straight to the farm and missed this chapter. And it has been every bit as great as I hoped it would be.

I really don't think it would matter where Brent took me. He makes life so great anywhere. I really love the man.

But, The Birthday is not starting off very well. I got home from a book club at 1 a.m. and He was on my side of the bed, and on His side of the bed. Each leg was spread diagonally across the bed so there was nowhere to lay down without touching him. I was so careful and barely squeezed in an inch when he yelled out, in his sleep, "HEY" really loud scaring me to death. He sounded so cold and angry, I thought I had crawled into the wrong bed for a second. It's not his fault he just doesn't wake up easy and coherent like I do. I wished him an early happy birthday. Hope you were able to go back to sleep, ok, Brent.

We had shepards pie for dinner last night and I only had one admirer-Brent. I was pleasantly suprised that he enjoyed my casserole as I usually have the entire family against me. But then this morning as I was about to scoop into the large pan of leftovers for the daily tupperwear for his lunch pail, he said sarcastically"Gee, I am really excited about having shepard's pie for my birthday lunch". So I guess he was just being nice last night.

And then he took my car unexpectedly, he hardly ever does, so I can't even go shopping for special birthday dinners, And we do still have have plenty of shepards pie. . .

Sure, you couldn't stoop to using a RR coupon Brent? Gourmet Burger vs. my leftover casserole? Such a tough choice!

Happy Birthday Brent! Hope you don't mind my recent posts .
AND

Here are 5 things I love about the Birthday Boy!

He turns on the music in our lives. He makes our family fun . I am so Boring and forget to stop working and party. He really is a popular dance partner around the house for our weekly '80's dance parties.

He always has a plan. They are usually crazy and I am very slow getting on board with them but I love feeling the safety of living with a man who I can always count on to take care of the family.

He loves to play. Wrestling the kids, kicking me out bed, racing, football in the streets with the neighbor boys. He is always up for a challenge.

He is supportive and willing to serve. When the Bishop called us in over a year ago and I found out I was RS pres. he wasn't mad his wife was being taken away or worried about how I would be able to be there for him now. He knew it was the right thing to do and he has backed me every step along the way this last year. He's my favorite counselor.

He's confident and even cocky. He has never been afraid to do anything because of the risk or challenge. He just jumps in and tackles it even if others tell him it can't be done. (and he is always right)

Now have I redeemed myself as a good and proper wife?

Worn out today

I told Brent I was too tired last night and that he should post something.


HE is SOOO worried about sick germs from his own kids, I never even stop kissing those germy faces. I am with them constantly and it's hardly plausible to not share germs. Besides, I almost never catch what they have. But, Brent complains and complains about them touching him. I do agree that the snot/saliva explosions are disgusting at the dinner table. But somehow I can handle anything my kids do. Other people's kids are a completely different story.

Speaking of other people's kids, they have been filling up my house the last two days. Yesterday I hosted the ward playgroup and had over 20 kids in two little rooms. Not to mention about 10 carseats. For Buffalo ward playgroup you need a separate room just for the carseats and diaper bags. There were approx. 18 babies born last year in the buffalo ward. We had a good time but it sure was hard to get around with the toys, playdough, and popcorn flying everywhere there wasn't a body or carseat in my little living room.

As soon as that got over, Seven activity day girls took over the living room as we hosted their bimonthly activity.

I enjoyed my action packed day. I was so flattered that so many women showed up to my house. But I bent over way more than usual, and by nightime I was feeling all 8 months of my pregnancy. That means once I lay down in bed I can't even roll over. And along with major heatburn most nights lately I just ly in bed feeing like I haved aged fifty years the last couple months.

Then, this morning started with another batch of children. My turn to educate the buffalo ward preschool. It was letter N day so we may homemade noodles, and fruit loop necklaces, and I sang songs to them, but found it impossible to hold their attention. Caroline is the only girl and so it is only obvious she is the only one who has an attention span longer than 3 seconds. Boys are so wild. I finally gave up and let them watch Nemo.

Last night I told Brent that I am just about done being superwoman and ready for the break that 8 month old women are suppossed to get. For some reason I just have never figured out how you get people ( . . err, husbands) to feel sympathy for you and start insisting that you take it easy while they cook, clean up, etc. With the exception of my mother though, she is awesome at that. I really am starting to need her around.

AND. . . We also have two birthdays this week -Kennon's on Monday and Brent's tommorrow. I'm weird but birthday's stress me out. I have such high expectations for my own perfect birthday, that I think everyone must also. So I really overwork the creative juices trying to come up with a new idea everytime.

And it's hard with Brent. He ruins his birthday's most year's by buying something himself and saying this is "Our"Birthday present (mine is on the 23rd) . This year it was the ice cream machine. So I guess I am not allowed to buy him a present.

Neither am I allowed to take him out to dinner, because when Kennon mentioned that she wanted to hit the chinese buffet for her birthday Monday - Brent said, " We have too many birthdays in this family to go out to eat everytime we hit one." I reminded him that we have no more than any other family since, we just have one birthday each. : )

He won't even use his free Red Robin Burger coupon because he finds it too demeaning to give them a birthday coupon and have the waiters sing to him. Over all I would have to conclude he is just a big birthday party pooper.

I think the whole party pooper thing started with his mother. He always tells me that he usually got a pair of pants for his birthday and that was just fine.

Just a reminder, Brent for the 23rd, I am not a party pooper. For my birthday the more the better! Spoil away.

Now I think I need to go work on some kind of homemade birthday present for the Scrinch. (I accidently called him that during his christmas party pooper season one year. I had heard one too many complaints about me overdoing Christmas. I was trying to decide between scrooge or the grinch and that name just came out. ) In consequent December's I have frequently referred to him by that name. I think he likes it.

Hack, Cough, Sputter, Sneeze....Please!!!!!!

I can vividly recall my Dad's frustration many years ago when my little 3 year-old brother sneezed at the dinner table. Tiny pieces of peas flew out of his mouth and splattered all over the table and my Dad's plate. My father abruptly pushed his chair back and leaving his half-eaten plate said, "That's enough dinner for me". I couldn't understand why he would just get up and leave like that but after tonight I can totally feel for the guy.

We currently have four girls with horrible coughs. I've tried and tried to teach them to cover their mouths, turn their heads, put their mouths in their sleave......whatever it takes to keep their saliva from spewing all over the room but it's doing no good. I can't take it anymore. Tonight at the dinner table during the prayer I saw Kennon cough twice right into our main dish. Caroline has picked up the habit of wiping her nose with her arm so she was covered in snot. Camille and Savannah were peppering the table from the far corners. I know its only a matter of time before I've got what they have and I'm not looking forward to it. I'm sure it will hit me right about the time clinic starts up this semester. I hope my patients don't have as big of an aversion to getting coughed on as I do.

I think the only way I can handle living here is if I bring home masks for all of my girls to wear during meal time. I'll cut a little hole in the center for a straw and put them all on liquid diets. That way if they sneeze there will only be a small stream of spit shooting out the end of the straw and the odds of it hitting me will be greatly diminished. I guess it's just another one of those things parents have to deal. I'm just glad SALIVA's NOT RED! (you may need to be a dental student to understand that last comment)

What do these Three have in common?

I broke them all within the month of January.

The Wheat Grinder still operates, but after I placed all of my 160 plus pounds on the lid it not only grinds flour but shoots flour all over my kitchen.

The Bosch is a family relic (akin to the buick). It was once used by Brent's Grandma Riggs who passed on several years ago. Brent has already had it for 20 years. I melted the bottom of the bowl like a marshmellow on a hot stove last week. Whoops! Won't hook up anymore. Good thing my birthday is coming up.

The Blender is only a few months old. I neglected to screw on the base securely last time and was crossing my fingers that it was still okay. When I tried to make a smoothie this morning it didn't sound too good and did absolutely no smoothing. Brent heard it from the other room and yelled "STOP". Then, he wanted to know if I had any idea why it wasn't running. . .

With shame I admitted that I had messed up the last time I used it. Amazingly he was able to have it fixed after tooling around with it for a half hour.

But what is Even More Amazing? How the man continues to put up with all of my blunders. I don't go to the salon monthly, shop at Pier One, or demand luxury vehicles, but I can be a very expensive woman to have around.

From my childhood I have been constant source of frusteration to my providers as I have done things like causing multiple car accidents, cutting sattelite control cables while pruning, chopping up garden hoses with lawn mowers , and basically anything else that can happen in one careless, lazy moment. My brother still continues to harrass me about the time I wripped a door off a pickup, dinged up our cordoba, and took out our tree all in about 10 seconds. My Dad always took it so well, and now so does the new man in my life. ?? ? I can't remember ever of them even yelling or calling me what I am -Careless OR Stupid? ?. They just get out the superglue, go to the tool box , or log onto the internet for a new one - and Presto my problem is fixed.

If I had a child that was even closeto this destructive I would be screaming at them all the time. I don't know how I ever make up for all the disasters I cause. It is honestly a wonder to me that anyone man would ever want me around. It makes me feel so loved.