Just a recap of the last couple of days. (this is really long)
So on Wednesday our visitors left. We were really sad to take them to the airport. Cannon was so tired from all of the adventures, he fell back asleep on the way home. Karlee on the other hand, chatted with me and sang songs. I didn't quite understand what songs she was singing, but they did have a tune. Our trip back home was a little crazy and with traffic it took a lot longer than expected. Closer to Detroit are hundreds of "on and off" ramps really close together. It reminds me of spider-webs. Hundreds of roads that are all connected at some point. Well I was paying attention to Karlee and our garmin told me to exit right, stay left. I didn't hear the stay left part until after our exit had passed. So I started heading back to Detroit. The garmin "recalculates" when you make a wrong turn, but sometimes when the roads are so close together it can't tell exactly what road you are on. After the garmin "recalculated" I thought I was heading back in the right direction, but after looking at road signs that were not familiar, I knew I was not heading home. Right about that time, the low fuel light came on and I realized that there was NO WAY, I was going to stop and get gas in this part of town. For one, my kids were with me. Two, I was the minority. Three, I was a female and four, you just don't stop at gas stations that have bars on the windows, no matter what time of day it is. So I gave the garmin time to figure out where I was and time to recalculate. At that point I was just praying to make it home with the fuel I had. I finally figured out where I needed to go and we continued on to our normal I-696E with out further problems. I did make it home, running on fumes.
So Thursday I went to Cannon's school to be the Library mom. I read his class a book called "Pumpkin Jack". Then I helped the kids find library books to check out. It was really fun getting to know kids in his class and seeing the different personalities. Later that night, we had the missionaries over. They are having transfers on Tuesday and Steve wanted them to come over and pick out one of his many ties to exchange. He usually writes a personal message on the inside before the exchange.
Friday, I just cleaned the house and we watched movies in the evening. We let Cannon rent Iron Man and he loved it. I think in the 24 hours we had it, he watched it 3 times. Now he is busy coloring pictures of Iron Man.
Saturday we watched both sessions of General Conference. During the brake, I went to Randazzo which is a produce market. The produce there is a lot better then Wal-mart or Meijer. Anyways, while I was there I was looking at the potatoes and they had the usual small potatoes and then I saw a sign that said "Idaho Potatoes". I went and looked at the potatoes and they REALLY were Idaho potatoes. They were HUGE. I started thinking about home and what everyone was doing now. I can't believe a vegetable can make such a difference in your life. I was thinking how, all of the kids are probably out of school for Spud Harvest, about working in the spuds when I was younger. And how the potato was our high school mascot. It literally brought a tear to my eye. I could even smell the spud cellars and hear the spud trucks driving endlessly back and forth down our road. Life in Michigan is so much different than in the small farm town that I grew up in. Someday, we'll be back!
Sunday, we did the same thing, but we spiced things up a bit. We had the Olson's and the missionaries over for dinner. Steve cooked ribs and we ate those precious "Idaho" potatoes. The missionaries picked out their ties and headed back to the church. We listen to conference here. After conference we just sat and visited, watched the kids play and attack Steve and Matt. They raced back and forth. Karlee and Nixon wanted to participate and it was driving Cannon nuts that the little kids would start before Steve said "go". He said to me with his arms in the air "Mom, grab her!" It was really funny.
So a little about Steve, he is on psych rotations now. They sent him to a mental hospital. Most of the patients there are in lock-down and he doesn't get to have much interaction with them except when they need to have shock therapy. Steve gets to hold the patients while they shock them. Supposedly its suppose to reset the brain! It reminds me of something out of a movie. I have never seen the movie of Silence of a Lamb, but that's the kind of thing I picture when he tells me about it. I didn't think they actually still "SHOCKED" people. Isn't that a little inhumane? So after Steve and another student get done helping the doctors, they send them to--- the basement,--- of the mental hospital,---- in a file room,----- to study. He says he is usually down there for 4-5 hours a day. If that doesn't mess with your psychi, I don't know what will. Anyways, Steve doesn't think that psych is something he will ever go into.
So here we are, back at Monday, to start the week, all over again!
They all had funny faces, chased donuts and squashed balloons.
My Fierce Venom and My Little Red Riding Hood!
Never fear, I have plenty of superhero's here. Now the Cannon has two Spiderman costumes, Karlee gets to join the fighting crusade.
Saturday was the ward Truck or Treat. The kids played games and ran around to all of the doors "Trick or Treating". Steve dressed up as a Sen say, while I was Dr. Adams.
Now that we have been in Michigan for a while, we have been up-dated on all of the different traditions. I'm happy to say that Trick or Treating DOES occur on Halloween. In Iowa, Trick or Treating was done the day before Halloween and they called it Beggar's Night. Crazy, I know!
