My husband finished his PhD studies and accepted a perfesser position at a university- his dream job. (Good for you, honey!) As a result, we had to move several hours away from our long-time friends, including Crusher and Big J (see first post on this blog). However, not two months after we moved, Crusher and Big J and their momma and daddy and doggies high-tailed it to our new place to stay with us while Hurricane Ike made a mess of things. Fortunately, their place was not made terribly messy, and they got to go home as soon as the power came back on- which took nearly 2 weeks. The house sure was lively while they were here.
My boys are now 12 and 9, as are Crusher and Big J, and we have kept in good touch with their family and other friends back in our hometown. In fact, we are patiently waiting for the Little League all-star season to be over for Crusher so he and Big J can spend a week with us later this month.
Some would say that my sanity has not improved one iota from my first post, since I am willing to not only host Crusher and Big J at my home again, but I'm willing to do it for a week. Without their parents. With my hubby working. Which leaves me alone with the 4 boys, the Rottweiler, and the (now) 2 cats, who will be hiding under my bed while all the boys are awake. They'll (the boys, not the cats) eat, play video games, go outside, go to the neighborhood pool, and other stuff that'll keep themselves mostly out of my hair. It's all about child management- keep them busy and they'll have fun. And I won't have to break out the Advil. Much.
Crusher would like to be taken to the sorority houses on campus to "pick up college girls." You laugh, but they'll think he's cute. He's Kelly Leek without juvenile hall and the dirt bike.
You may notice a new link entitled "Krista and Mary Are Evil." This link takes you to Twilighted, which is a site for fanfiction stories having to do with Stephenie Meyer's Twilight. I entitled the link thusly because even though I wouldn't consider myself a Twilight fanatic, I do love to read, and it's all their fault I spend several hours a week on my computer reading stories there when I should be... cleaning the catbox. Or washing dishes. Or vacuuming. Or... yeah. It's all their fault I'm getting ideas in my head for a few fanfiction stories of my own, too.
Evil, I tell you.