living with the padres

So, we're living with my parents. Seriously. What's up with that you might ask. Well, we're living here just until we can move into the new one...if that ever happens. We had to be out of our apartment by today, and don't close on the house until the 25th of April(I think), which leaves a month in between of homelessness. My parents, I'm sure, are super excited about us living with them...especially about Gwen living with them. I'm mean, they love Gwen, but she's crazy and out of control. Hopefully they won't hate us by the end of the month. I'm not too excited about her sleeping in the same room as us either. Sleep training will have to happen again once we move. I'm afraid she'll be sleeping in our bed for a month. Yikes.

We're excited about our new house...most of the time. There were some problems when it came to the inspection. The house was built in 61, I think, and had some plumbing issues and electrical problems. When we told the owned what needed to be fixed, she said "it's an old home, they just have to accept that there will be some problems." Her real estate agent told her that that's not how it works. So, we're still working on it. I'm just ready to move in and get to work. It will be a lot of work, but I'm excited to do it and make it our own. Any tips on removing wallpaper?

So, for anyone who is trying to get in touch with us (haha), you'll have to call Morgans cell phone, or my parents house. This was a boring post, but what do you expect, we've been moving and cleaning for a week, I'm beat.

easter

Eater Extravaganza

Easter basket

All the kids (nice smiling Gwen and Owen)

Easter egg hunt

Naked Easter Egg Dyers

Right before the hunt

(please ignore my muffin top...nasty)

So for the last 5 years or so, my parents have an Easter egg hunt for the adults (me and my brothers and our spouses). Instead of candy, the eggs are filled with money. It has gotten more and more serious each year. We run around like crazy people. You would think there were hundreds of dollars hidden. This year there were 175 eggs. Each couple plans and decides the best egg finding techniques in hopes of finding the most eggs and the most money. Last year a trophy was constructed and the names of the winning couple was gloriously etched (okay drawn on with a sharpie) on the trophy (I'll have to post a picture of it soon). Morgan and I won last year. This year, Morgan and I were hoping to keep our winning streak alive. Well, we are again the reigning champions. We got $33.50! Ty and Charise came in second with $28 (or so), and in last place were Rob and Shell with $17 and change. So, Ty, Charise, Rob and Shell, you better start practicing and plotting for next year. Morg and I plan to continue our winning streak! Yeah, for adults acting like children.

get outta my house

So...McKelle hasn't written for a while and Gwen is sick so she is at church while the bear and I hang out at home. I figured it is about time to put up a posting about something that McKelle hasn't even talked about yet....Matt and I bought a house. McKelle is sooooo excited!! She can't stop talking about it, and all the fun things that she and Matt can do when I have to work late...and the fact that she might be able to hear it when Matt makes out with chicks...or watches smut...wait..we won't have to worry about either of those things happening...haha...that was mean. She just finished telling all her friends...that doesn't include readers of this post I guess, all about the house and its' finer points...like the fact that the bathtub in the hallway is raspberry colored..or the fact that the tile looks like the puke from the exorcist. She hasn't talked about how the idiot lady that sold us the house thought it would be a good idea to paint over the wall paper.....who doesn't like lines all over the walls where there are 2 millimeter gaps between poorly put up wallpaper? Before I forget..the master bathroom has a chandelier from the 30's and the downstairs light fixtures look like they were stolen from a secondhand store that only sells cheap Hollywood medieval castle props. But besides that it kicks ass. 5 bedrooms..3 baths..2 kitchens...a backyard...a private entrance to the basement and the two floors are sealed off from each other so nobody will hear any boots knocking. Kalee if you read this...we're going to have to arrange visitation rights. Lets see, what else? OH! McKelle wants an english bulldog. That's all I'm writing because blogging is too hard. It almost sucks as much as writing in a journal.

Thanks Morg for filling everyone in. I kept putting it off. Oh, and I hadn't told anyone yet really. I keep waiting for it to blow up in our faces and it all falling through. We don't close until the end of April. Who knows what could happen between now and then. I really am excited though. There is quite a bit of work to do, but at least we get to do whatever we want with it...make it our own place. It will be nice to have a backyard this summer (to be able to throw Gwen out there to play). Anyway, we'll see how it all turns out. Oh yeah, and I do want an English Bulldog, but I think Morgan would be allergic and I think I'd want to wait a while (potty training Gwen will be hard enough...I don't want to have to potty train a dog too...Gwen would probably want to be let out back to go potty too after seeing the dog do it).

remember when

So, remember when I used to paint all of the time, how I was an artist, and how I graduated in art. Remember how I painted these. (remember how I'm not a photographer)

(okay, so this wasn't painted, it's called scratch board, you scratch off the top black layer to reveal white)

Remember how I never paint now. It makes me sad. Really sad. I'm talking wailing and gnashing of teeth sad. I'm going to start painting again. At least that is my goal. I'll need to get rid of little Gwenie for a couple of hours each week, but I welcome that. However, I need pictures to paint. I love painting fruit, vegetables, cool old, colorful buildings, stuff, etc. I do not paint people, or animals. If any of you out there have any pictures that would be great paintings, and would love to donate them to the "McKelle doesn't paint anymore but wants to start again" fund, PLEASE send them my way!