Blankety Blank Blank Blank! @!*&!

With Zak in school, and three and a half hours to myself, I've realized that I will have more time on my hands than I originally thought. I figured that I would be running errands during that time, but really, I don't need to run errands EVERY day. So then I started thinking of things that I've wanted to pursue for a while but just haven't had time. Maybe I could take some photoshop online classes. Maybe I could finally be one of those Martha Stewart mom's who always have snacks ready for when the kids get home. I really liked this idea too. I imagined myself making little treats and fun little sandwiches that they would love so much. The possibilities of filling this time is something that I am having some fun imagining.

But this morning I realized that there is something else much more pressing, and relevant to my piece of mind. My fifth child. Yes, the fifth child.

I know what you're thinking:)

MY DOG. My blasted blasted dog!! I am going to be training my dog AGAIN.

AGAIN!!

I realize that training is ongoing, but never did I think he'd revert back to his old ways of being aggressive and territorial. I took him outside this morning and he was so out of control when a car drove by. I thought we'd cured him of that!???

And I didn't even want a dog!

I know that not all my time will be spent training this dog, but it's one of those things that is ongoing 24/7. I will most likely be interrupted making those cute little sandwiches to answer the door. Because he's CRAZY when the doorbell rings and I don't want him taking out anybody's hand because he hasn't calmed down yet. Once he's calm he's super sweet. AGAIN- THOUGHT WE'D CURED HIM OF THAT. It's so true- dogs are like your kids. So people, unless you want another child, DON'T GET A DOG! Wait till your ready for one.

And then, because I love to cook SOOOO much (please note the sarcasm here) I will stop making said little sandwiches and blame it on the dog. Hmmmm.... maybe the dog does have some advantage. "I'm sorry children, there will be no snack today. I fully blame it on the dog."

Scapegoats are always nice to have around:)

AAARGGHHH!

Just chillin with the elevator

There is some things I still need to post, like school starting, and something else that I can't remember just now, but since I'm too lazy to upload off my memory card on the camera, I'll just have to get to those later:)

What I need to write is about our Saturday's activity. You may have seen it on Doug's facebook, but I don't Facebook. I blog. There's just something odd about Facebook. I don't quite know what it is. Maybe it's talking about yourself in the third person. Maybe I just think blogging's more functional. It serves a purpose- journaling and later printing it, and keeping family and friends in the loop. No offense to all you Facebooker's though! :)

Wow. I REALLY digressed. I can't type without writing paragraphs of nonsense before making my final point. It's just not something I can do.

My Point. Finally.

Saturday Teaghan was scheduled to come in from Arizona. She had stayed with her fun aunt and uncle for the better part of the week. We had some errands to run and Zak's soccer game, so we decided that we'd all just go to the soccer game, pick up Teaghan at the airport, and then run to Ikea for school desks for the boys to do homework on.

So we pick her up, ALL 7 OF US, make our way to the airport garage, get on the elevator and wait to descend to the bottom floor.

Then we notice it stopped on floor 2. Doug pushes the button. Nothing. Pushes another button. Again, nothing. Starts pushing lots of buttons at once, and....nothing.

Really? We're actually stuck in the elevator??? REALLY!!!!

The first 40 minutes we watched two fire engines and the battalion chief pull up. The maintenance crew kept asking if we were ok. That was sweet, BUT WE'RE STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR! We watch them open the first door, but the fire door wouldn't budge. The boys had to go to the bathroom, so they handed us some plastic baggies with hand wipes. That was fun seeing the "pee bags" on the floor. But ya know what?

NOT OUR FAULT WE WERE STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR.

The next 40 minutes my daughters commented on how cute firefighters are. They proved their point when they said that my brother, they're uncle is one and he's pretty darn cute. Who can argue with that?? We laughed and made jokes to pass the time. Thank heaven for cell phones and games!

Doug finally asked if there was something he could do as they were jamming this long pole up our side of the fire door. He said he could see and why don't they just hand him their "tool" and guide him. The last 10 min was spent watching him finangle this tool and then wa-la! We were out! Now, why didn't they just hand it to him in the first place? We could have been out so much sooner:)

The elevator doors open, there's a crew of people standing there looking at us. I found that to be quite humorous for some reason. Also, I didn't want to be the one walking out with the pee bags! We joked that we should just walk out straight faced and hand one of the personnel the bags, and then walk away. But no one had enough guts for that. I think Doug got the unlucky job of disposing of the yellow liquid.

Luckily, the elevator stopped just two feet past the second floor, otherwise they would've had to hoist us out of there with a ladder or something.

We did make it to Ikea. We did stuff our faces at In N Out. I didn't get around to all the other errands I meant to do before school started however. And I blame that blasted elevator!!