Done

just finished painting the entire downstairs (minus the dining room, which Team Leader insists must stay nacho yellow...)
my hands hurt
i'm covered in speckles
i need to wash the floor
BUT
i'm done!!

yay me!!

how moving makes you CWAZY...

or maybe this is simply a post for Ohio!

BEHOLD

How I spent some of my day...selecting plastic tableware for the time that we won't have our "life, now in boxes" with us...apparently I need to pack this for us to USE while we are waiting to be moved into permanent housing.

*The dryer sheets aren't for us to eat with, (perhaps napkins-hmm there's a thought!) they are my FAVORITE dryer sheets which I won't be able to get in Europe, because Target hasn't taken over-YET!Take note people, you will be sending them to me!*

The remainder of the day, well let's just say that with Team Leader AND the Littles out of the house, Momma is getting all kinds of mess accomplished!

No mean comments about said choice of plasticwares, this was a stressful decision (as Erika can attest) and I love them.

Hmph!

hugs and love,
essie

Isn't she lovely!

Happy Birthday (yesterday) to our brilliant and beautiful ELEVEN year old!
She begins Middle School this Fall...where has the time gone?

Because of the moving craziness, my parents came and got the kids on Friday. The "packing up and moving out" of our life I thought would be too stressful for them (heck, I'm just about lu-lu myself because of it...)

It meant that Doodle spent this 11th birthday there, while we were here.


Team Leader has spent plenty of major days away from us; me, not so much. Actually, me, not at all.

For all of the "noise" our children create in my life, not having them around is really difficult for me, I've lost my purpose. So, instead of waking her up with birthday cake for breakfast, I got to celebrate vicariously with her, over the phone.
Tidbits on the palindrome birthday begin here!

When you turn 11, at Gaia and Grandpa-Dad's house, you get to stay up as LATE as you want.
When you turn 11, at Gaia and Grandpa-Dad's house, you have to protect your pet cockatiel from psycho-kittens who stalk her mercicessly.
When you turn 11, at Gaia and Grandpa-Dad's house, you have to teach your German Shepard the breast-stroke after he falls into the swimming pool!
When you turn 11, at Gaia and Grandpa-Dad's house you will be given a fur stole by your Great Uncle! (Which she very politely opened and then declined because of her political stance on animal cruelty.)
When you turn 11, at Gaia and Grandpa-Dad's house, you will declare your intent to run for President. (Her platform includes rehauling health care for people and pets; addressing the growing problem of eating disorders in our country, and reducing our national dependency on oil-big gas guzzlers are a no-go!)

Isn't she lovely?!


I love this girl!
Happy Birthday Doodle-Bug!
Hugs and Love,
Momma

p.s. I've been TRYING to get a decent video code of "Isn't She Lovely" by Stevie Wonder to add to this post...not working so much! SO pretend it's playing and sing along as you read!
hugs and love!

p.p.s. I got a video code! whoohoo!!
You may have to scroll down to the bottom of the blog, and hit play, b/c I'm not 100% sure it's looping.
HOWEVER...I get to serenade our daughter with my "I Love You" song...on her 1st full day of being 11 years old!

Realization

Today is June 9, 2007.

We leave in 7 weeks and 6 days.
For Germany.
Overseas.
As in, another language.
Germany.

Ready for Transportation to arrive in 9 days...um no
Ready for Transportation to arrive again in 31 days...no, not so much
Ready for the FIRST DAY OF SUMMER...heck yeah!!

I must be in utter disbelief or utter denial, or maybe
both.

*Did I mention: IT IS SUMMER!!*

School (with kids) is DONE-whew-not a moment too soon.
School (with paperwork) is done on Wednesday-giving me 5 days to wrap up our world.

Not complaining, this could be crazy worse, at least it IS summer!

*Again: IT IS SUMMER!*

Thank goodness...
hugs and love all
essie

the Earth, my butt, and other big things...

(for watkins: *muwah*)


Let's see, it's June 2nd.
The movers come in 16 days to take my vehicle and all of our BIG furniture.
including Xmas/holiday stuff
including my classroom
including beds, and tables, and sofas
including bikes, and scooters
including the boxes of our life as "The Harrisons."

They came again on July 10th to get everything else.

We don't PCS until August 8th.

We still don't have the kids passports, and regardless, Team Leader has been informed that HE is required overseas by August 20-
period.

Quoting Rahn: "Niiiiice."

so...with that little window of life in our house, have a "shiny, happy Saturday" everyone!Don't you wish you were me!?!
hah!!

hugs and love,
essie

ps (again for watkins)

Who thinks this should be the name of my blog when we go overseas? this is so tongue in cheek, as everyone knows I have no butt! Other choices include but are not limited to: "EssieHosen" and "We'll have a Heidelberger, hold the cheese, please!"

I'm looking for ideas friends, I'd love a "witty little ditty" that people could remember easily, so send in your thoughts!