Cheese

For those who know Rick but not me very well- you need to know that I come from a big family... like nine-kids-big-family... and the youngest just turned 4. Yes, Rick has a brother in law that is 4.

We call him Cheese (His real name is Matthew. It's a long story...).

He likes to sit in the crate and wait for King to follow him in. He LOVES King.

Cheese is super cute.

He sometimes forgets that he's 4 and not 2. Okay, all the time he forgets he's 4.

He loves to come over to "Kelle and Ick's house" for a "Dayte" and to play so last night he came over with the 3 other younger kids (10, 8, and 5) for pancakes for dinner and some playtime at the park.

In the meantime, Rick was getting ready to leave for scout camp. Because Cheese loves to help out, Rick asked if he wanted to help him put some things in the cooler. He was so excited that Rick asked him to help! Rick handed him a dozen eggs (first mistake) and asked him to go ahead and throw it in the cooler (second mistake). Next thing we knew we were watching Cheese literally throwing the eggs into the cooler... Luckily only a few eggs were broken, but sometimes all you can do is clean it up and laugh.

I can only hope when we have our kids that we can't just send home to Mom and Dad that we just remember to laugh.

The story of the metal boxes that saved our lives

The problem with buying an older house is the... um, character that comes with it.

We love our house, don't get me wrong, but there have been several fun improvements we have been forced gotten to work on in the last 18 months that we have been homeowners.

One of the major things that hasn't happened yet- but arguably will- is the addition of Central Air.

We bought our house in December and the furthest thing from our minds was "Does this house have a cooling system?" By the way, the answer was "No.". So, here we are, two summers later and trying to beat the heat in our own way.

Last year we bought two window units off of KSL for a pretty good deal. So now basically we owe our lives to two glorious metal boxes from which flows our saving grace-- cool air. One unit is in our kitchen and one is in our bedroom-- some days I do the dishes just so I can stand in front of the AC for 15 minutes. And sometimes I just sit on the floor in our bedroom, right under the AC unit with the fan blowing from the other way to prevent having to take another shower at 10 am.

I used to care about the cost of the electric bill, but over the last few weeks of heat wave and during the rest of the months of July and August- I'm sure I could let those boxes run all day long and be just fine paying a $500 utility bill. (not really guys... I would probably freak out if it was that high. I'm kind of um... Rick would call it cheap, I call it frugal.)

Obviously, I was not the one who lived in South Carolina or Louisiana...

So, hopefully next year (It was supposed to be this year but for some reason the roof thinks it take priority...) we will have a nice cool house.

Rick says he would like to live in the South again one day...Probably, I would melt. Someone should tell him melted wives do not make good wives.

The Pilot Episode

I've always been a wannabe blogger.

I like reading about other people's life, crafts, food ventures, and travel stories.

I love stalking other people's memories and pictures.

Today I decided to join ranks and become one of them.

We both have friends and family outside of our immediate area so we figured that blogging was a good way to share the recent goings on.

Now we get to be official bloggers.