Archives for 2009

I remember visiting Mark’s Grammy’s house before we were married. He took me down into the basement where there was a small room with a very large pool table in it. He proudly patted the table and told me that his name was on that thing. It was a very old table that Mark’s grandfather had bought cheaply from a billiards hall that was going out of business. They grew up playing with it in that basement. Eleven years later, here we are. After Grammy died at Christmas time, Mark’s mom asked him if he still wanted the pool table. He said no–we didn’t have the space and it was huge, how would he get it, it just wasn’t going to work. I encouraged him to reconsider. I knew he loved this table and would regret it years from now if he didn’t have it. So, he reconsidered and our major house project ensued. We finished our root cellar (a dirt floor room off the basement that we never used) to become our storage room. Then, we finished the basement to be a man cave of sorts–I say “man cave” but frankly it’s a pretty cool room that I like to hang out in myself. Last night at nearly 10PM, the guy fixing up the pool table for us finished. Check out these pictures from moments after “the Pool Doctor” left. Mark looks pretty darn excited. 

I started out last Friday with this–a Hannah Montana dry erase board. Yes, I was reduced to Hannah Montana. Took the kids to Target to get my muteself a dry erase board and they had these for only $1. The normal plain white boards were $5. So, this is what I got. Ashlyn seemed to think it was cool. And, Evan has enjoyed coloring in Hannah’s face (does anyone really call her Hannah or is it always Hannah Montana?)

Earlier today, I got this notepad in the mail from someone who had the same surgery I did. Check out how cool this paper is…it says “Just had vocal cord surgery – all healthy. can’t talk for a few weeks…” I enjoyed scribbing notes like crazy on this today as my mom helped me and we took a trip out to Sight & Sound theater to take the kids to the Easter show called Behold the Lamb. 

Here’s a picture of the family outside the theater (Drew fell asleep during the last 5 minutes of the show…hard to believe since there were legions of angels at the throne of Christ singing Crown Him at the time). And, here’s a picture from our seats before the show started. 

And, here is what I came home to. My talking machine arrived. I can type away on this baby and then Mr. Roboto reads what I typed. Unfortunately, the better model that has a female voice had a long waiting list. This was the best one that was readily available for loan (only borrowing–this thing costs about $4000!!!). So, it’s pretty funny hearing a man speak for me. I typed away at dinner to the family. Ashlyn stopped everyone at one point and said, “wait, mama’s talking!” as I continued to quickly type away. It’s nice to have some sort of outlet besides writing on Hannah boards and notepaper. I was away from Mr. Roboto for a few minutes and was motioning like crazy at Mark trying to ask him something. He didn’t understand me and my face and motions must have shown my frustration (no, I didn’t give him the finger). Mark actually said, “I wish you’d stop yelling at me” at which point we both just started laughing….but, of course, mine was silent.