Did I mention?

I can't remember if I have mentioned that with all that is going on in my crazy life that my 3 month old computer is COMPLETELY broken. I have been going to the library, and borrowed a friend's computer. But usually the time I have allotted to me only gets me to my emails and posting new ads for the house. Last time we came, Gabe had nasty diarrea and was making it known, it was so embarrasing! He kept farting and he stunk so bad and he was running around pulling all the books of the shelf. I finally corralled him under my desk, I had lot's to get done! Laine tried to be good, I got her a stack of books but she did want to ask a million questions and do the "I need to go peepee now Mommy!" routine. It is maddening not having a computer at a time like this!

So here is a little funny story, that pretty much sums up my life right now as well as illustrates how retarted I am. Since we are pretty much not having Christmas this year, I just wanted to do a little something special. I went and bought some wreaths to put around my lights next to my garage. However, we put custom lights on the house when we moved in, and they are HUGE. I couldn't afford the size of wreath that you normally would buy, but bought the biggest, best one I could and was sure that I could "make it fit!" I got home and tried in vain to get it over the light while on my tippy-toes. I was in too much of a hurry to get it on and see how beautiful it looked, and simply didn't have time to go get a ladder. So I took a quick glance around the garage and found my prized car cleaning kit inside a bucket. I dumped everything out and overturned the bucket, I knew I could make it work if I was just a little taller! I was stretch and reaching and trying to get this wreath over the light when WHAM!! I burst through the bucket and hit the ground. It is a rather jarring experience when you are looking up skyward. I looked around to see if anyone saw and then kicked the bucket inside the garage.

*Update* I forgot to mention that the next day I sawed the wreaths in half so they would fit, I will post a picture when I have a computer.

The next day I took the kids out and we were gone until way late. Laine had fallen asleep in the car, so I grabbed Gabe and started to take him inside and as I turned and glanced at the car I thought to myself that I didn't pull in far enough. I tried the button just to see and the garage started going down so I thought that I had been wrong. Then it went up again, and I then I knew that I had been right all along. After I got Gabe in bed, I went out to move the car inside. But I couldn't do what any other 'normal' person would do, oh no. Heaven forbid I waste $.20 in gas turning on my car when I can just push it inside myself, which is what I did. My car is really heavy by the way, and it was after midnight by this point. My driveway has a very, tiny incline too, so the car immediatly started rolling back a bit, and I had to get my weight behind it. I did manage to move it a few inches, and was very proud of my industrisiousness. Then I walked around back to make sure I was in far enough and noticed that there were atleast 2 feet of room, I didn't even need to pull the car in. But then, why, do you ask, did the garage not close? That DANG bucket somehow got in front of it! Sorry for the misspellings, no time to proofread my time is up at the library!