A Freebie QP

Ok really I'm just doing this to get some attention so you will vote for me this week in Design it, so enjoy the QP and get yourself over to DAC and vote for me.

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A quick thought

For me the stepping stool is a way to reach stuff I need that I couldn't reach before. For my son the stepping stool is a way to reach trouble he couldn't get into before. I think I need to hide the step stool.

The language barrier

Jade has been coming home from kindergarten speaking more and more Spanish every day. I was kind of curious about it until today. It was my first day as mommy helper. Mrs. Watson asked me to have each of the kids lay down on a piece of paper, so I could trace them (what a fun project!). I was doing pretty good with the first kid except she was taller than the paper. The next kid was more of a challenge. He just kept looking at me like I had lost my mind. Fortunately, one of the little girls in the class informed me that he doesn't speak any English. We had to go find another little boy who speaks both Spanish and English to translate for me. By the time I was done tracing all the kids I had found 2 who did not speak any English. Well, that explains a lot doesn't it.
As if that wasn't enough, I was at the laundromat tonight (as my handyman husband so professionally puts it, our dryer "took a dump" :( There was this little boy who was fascinated with taking his drink (a cup from a convenience store) and putting it in and out of my laundry basket. I saw what was coming, but he wasn't screaming, so I just let it happen. He spilled his drink all over my basket. His mother had to go asked her husband how to ask me if it was my basket. She felt really bad. I was trying to tell her that it was ok (my children have done far worse) Unfortunately, my Spanish is bad enough I don't even use it.
Anyways, today has been an adventure in not speaking Spanish. Maybe I should have listened better in college.
P.S. The laundromat on bluff street has mice. I'm not sure I'll be using that one again.

Design it!

I've kind of been keeping it a secret, but I am in a design contest over at DAC. This is actually the first kit I have ever made. I think it turned out pretty good if I do say so myself. I call it Western Skies. We were supposed to do a kit with a heritage theme. I was excited because I have actually been pondering a western kit for quite a while now.
If you like this kit you can get it over at DAC in the secret forum (you have to register and do 5 posts to be able to see the link, but that's not too hard to do.) Also, please go vote for me.

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Dog Tired

Ok, I'm finally posting something about my less than exciting life like I said I would.
Jerry's family owns a cabin up on Cedar Mountain. Labor day and Memorial day are always work weekends. Usually for work weekends we take our dogs with us. This was actually Miley's (btw we got another dog) first trip to the Ranch.
The dogs love the ranch. They chase various assorted rodents all day long. They play in the little creek. They follow the kids around. They LOVE it, and it wears them out.
Saturday at lunch one of Jerry's uncles said that he had seen the dogs up on the ridge with something in a tree. Whatever it was jumped out of the tree, and they followed it over the ridge.
They didn't come back Saturday night. We were pretty worried. We woke up Sunday morning, and they were still not back. To make matters worse, it was now raining. My dogs hate the water.
We decided to get ready and go to church. We would look for them when we got home. After church, we drove clear down the canyon talking to anyone we saw. No one had seen the dogs. We were pretty sad, and didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, when we pulled up at the lodge the dogs were sitting on the lawn waiting for us. They were so cold, wet, and tired that they could hardly move. They would hardly move for the rest of the day, but we were sure glad to have them back.

Credits: That's My Dog by Rachael @ DAC