Plungerrific!

I'm sorry for my absence. I have been busy and wanted to come back with something fun to report. Nothing too fun to report, but a lot is going on. Paul (my Husband) is x military and was close to getting back in. We are sure we know what we are doing.... and then, there is a message left on his cell. "You'll never guess who called me today". I make 2 wrong guesses and then I guessed right. Out of left field a company he interviewed with months ago, calls with a position for him and they are ready to bring him aboard. WHAT?!

We were moving. Okay, so we aren't moving to Washington State now. I'm a TEXAS girl anyway and would freeze to death. I wouldn't be able to drive 1/2 of the year anyway. God's plan is always better than mine, even if I don't like it at the moment. All in all this works out for me nicely. My BFF is pregnant and now I get to watch her grow, and just be here for her. I was in Japan when I was pregnant. I want to throw her baby shower!!!! You saw it here, your shower ( at least one) is mine to give!!! Fun. I think I will start planning now!

My Mom may move from San Antonio to here! Paul will be off on the weekends! I do love Austin and TEXAS is my home. I just need to work on seeing my BFF more often. I am not revealing her name until she is in month 3. I do think all of Austin already knows, but still.

This is already long so I'll make this short. Why the title? Well yesterday, my almost 4 year old screams a horrible scream from the back room. I run to the back looking for him. He's in my bathroom. I think Oh God he's hurt, he never cries like this. I open the door and he's ...... wait for it...... holding the plunger as the toilet is overflowing. " I tried to fix it". Water is all over the floor and has now soaked my bedroom carpet! I'm laughing and holding Asher with him in my lap, as we sit in the tub. All he was trying to flush was a booger. I know that may be gross, but it could have been much worse. Then my other son and the 2 other kids I watch come running in to see what has happened. I scream, "Get out, yucky". They leave and I swing Asher as far as I can out of the bathroom. Then, I jumped to safety. Called the landlord and all the kids cramed into the bathroom to watch him "fix" it. I had already cleaned the floor and plunged it myself. He did nothing, but plunge a clean toilet and dry the rug with a fan.
All is well. I will try to spruce my site up soon.
I hope some of this brought a smile to your face.