Ice Cream

My kids love ice cream. In fact every morning when I ask what they want for breakfast they promptly tell me ice cream. When I ask what they want for lunch or dinner they tell me ice cream. Yesterday was a bribe. Neither were in the mood for dinner so we told them we had dessert. Oh yeah. Ice cream. Nothing is better on a sunny day.

Five Years

Five years. It is hard to imagine! Today, five years ago Keith and I arrived in Massachusetts.

Hey, hey with the monkeys

I have some disturbing news for you. I am sorry to announce that I have become New Englanized. I am sorry and apologize to my family and friends from Texas. Please don't report me to Big Brother (and you know what I mean). I know this post sounds fishy. I still love Texas and if we had a flag pole in our front yard would proudly wave the Texas flag nice and high. It's just that I ENJOY the weather here and cannot imagine that at one point in my life loved the 90-100 degree weather. The past few days have been horribly hot. Awfully hot. Just plain hot. The high one day was 88 and the next 90 or in the area. The humidity is intolerable. However, today the high was just 70 and cool. It was drizzly and I actually enjoyed wearing jeans in summer. Did you hear me? I enjoyed it! Anyway, I let the kids play outside and I just couldn't resist taking pictures of them in their raincoats. FYI: It was not raining. It was just cool outside and the kids looked adorable in the jackets.

What happened to moderation?

I feel like I am in a tropical island. There is an abundance of an assortment of green plants and trees. Sweet smelling lilies cover our front yard. You can chew the air. That last statement is the reason it feels tropical. The last two days have been either in the 90s or close and anyone who has texture to their hair is doomed to huge hair. What happened to moderation? I like the low 80s! I like the dry heat!

Regardless, the kids and I have tried our hardest to enjoy the outdoors. Soon leaves will turn to bright yellows, oranges, and reds. Soon leaves will fall. Soon those lilies will disappear.

A whole lotta nothing

Not much has been happening in the Truman household. Keith and I had our birthdays last Saturday and celebrated it by going to a nice breakfast and later a nice dinner. It is convenient having the same birthday as your husband but a bummer that both want the other to baby them on their birthday. I am super stoked about my gift from Keith, though. He went clothes shopping with me! That alone was great but I got some flannel stuff. I LOVE flannel right now. I just can't get enough of it. I remember in junior high loving the heck out of it, too! Some fashion fads should be brought back into style. Debbie just told me not to wear flannel pants. Done. I wonder if bell bottoms and ruffly shirts will come back in style. I hope not. How about platform shoes? I'm digging flats so I hope that stays for a while. I remember in high school wearing four-inch platforms. Crazy. I'd never do that, now. You just hit a certain age where fashion really doesn't benefit you more than comfort. So, in honor of turning 28 I'll tell you 28 random things on my mind right now:

1. Why do I let people borrow stuff? There's like an 80% chance I won't ever get it back and that's annoying.
2. How can I get so attached to baby clothes? Keith and I are definitely not having any other kids and I'm excited to give the clothes to someone who needs them but can't help feeling emotional about it.
3. I'm super homesick right now. I want to live in Texas. I miss the people, I miss the friendliness, churches, food, . . . I miss Lubbock most of all.
4. I'm surprised at how rude people can be.
5. I wish our house were finished. I'm tired of not having floors and half-walls. Keith is trying his best but I'm sick at how three inches of water can ruin a house.
6. I'm still thankful that the flood was not more serious and I'm trying my hardest to keep in mind that God allowed it to happen. Since I am his child and he is constantly at work for the good of his people I know it's blessing to me. Give thanks, not ask why . . . just repeating it to myself.
7. I'm really excited about the season premiere of psych tomorrow night. Keith and I love that show.
8. I'm sad for Keith that he's only got to drive his trans am twice this summer. He works too hard and the weather has been crummy.
9. I love Twilight (and Robert Pattinson for that matter).
10. I'm still also in love with Jared Leto and he's been my celebrity crush since junior high.
11. Twenty-eight random things on my mind are difficult to write.
12. I don't like tea.
13. I wonder if you're still reading this list or wish that I was just five instead of twenty-eight.
14. I think I'll stop aging soon. Thirty scares me. Keith tells me he'll take all five weeks of his vacation next year to mourn when he turns thirty.
15. My husband is old. He's just a year older, but I like to remind him it's 365 days older than me.
16. I don't think it's fair that when guys get older they get more distinguished. When girls get older they get saggy boobs.
17. How old are you? Seventeen. How long have you been seventeen? A while.
18. I miss my friends Terra and Tina most.
19. I wish my sister Cindy could come visit.
20. I miss Breezy so much.
21. I have to take a language class and unfortunately FSC does not have ASL. I think sign language is a beautiful thing to see and hope our kids are able to learn it. It breaks my heart that the few signs they know were taught to them because of Bree. I hope our kids are able to know Bree accurately through Keith and me.
22. I like chocolate too much.
23. I wonder why Clarissa loves ducks so much.
24. I have to call and see if I can get Clarissa into a playgroup.
25. Joey's train clock is super loud and is never set to the right time since Joey will rotate the clock hands to make it go.
26. I just called and got Clarissa on a list. I hope she's able to get accepted.
27. I need to read my Bible more regularly.
28. I get frustrated that I don't know all the weird shortcut keys my laptop has. I sometimes delete things without trying or open new tabs all of the time.

1/4th Wisdom

It seems my posts will only show 1/4 of my wisdom from now on . . . Friday I had my wisdom teeth extracted. Well, I had already had one taken out a while ago. Friday was an oral surgeon's attempt at removing the remaining three.

I headed into the office with confidence! I was actually wearing a shirt of Bree's for some added support. I was pleased that I was seen quickly and things just then started going downhill in a hurry. The dentist was fairly young. Now, I'm not one to discriminate against age. My prior OBGYN was fairly young and I LOVED her. I was disappointed when she moved to New York. So, I kept up with the optimism. Unfortunately, once he started speaking should have been my cue to leave as quickly as possible. I should have listened to Popeye's "horror scope." Popeye on Thursday had send me an email entitled, "Horror Scope," and explained that if I met a person with a white lab coat on Friday to run! I should have.

The dentist explained to me that two of the teeth looked fairly simple to remove and that the remaining could potentially be difficult to extract. I asked if I should be put under or something else. He assured me I would be fine.

So, then he came at me with a needle and I have had some dental work done on my teeth in my almost 28 years of life. I've never had one that hurt my ear! He once again assured me I was fine. The next needle came at me and he accidentally poked me in the lip. Ouch. He then proceeded to the daunting task of removing my teeth.

Tooth #1 - Pretty easy. A little rough dislodge, but out within seconds.

Tooth #2 - Getting easier. Perhaps this dentist actually knows what he is doing.

Tooth #3 - OUCH! He tried every tool imaginable to remove this tooth. He gave me multiple injections and explained this was just a tricky tooth. He assured me he could get it out and that it was just not an easy tooth. About an hour and a half of him poking at me, cutting my gums, drilling, and sawing at my tooth he admitted defeat. He once, again, assured me he could remove the tooth but it would be with the compromise that I would feel great pain. He tells me this shortly after he accidentally dropped the drill. Uhm, no thank you.

My options were then given to me.

Option #1 - Remove tooth, torture Rachel. I don't think so.

Option #2 - These are his words: "I can stitch you up and you can come back after you're healed to a more experienced dentist." Let's go with that one.

So, my weekend was sort of painful. I totally understand why people are terrified of dentists. I've had the luxury of always having great dentists until recently.

The dentist sent me home with three different medications. One was for a potential infection (which I'm already on for a sinus infection - he would have known that if he would have read my chart), one for swelling, and a painkiller. Having never taken painkillers before and only weighing 90 pounds it was pretty hard on my body. Luckily, Keith is an awesome husband and was my saving grace this weekend.



Here is my re-enactment of what the dentist did to my wisdom tooth . . . . or me demolishing some more of the house. Stupid flood.

It is summer!

I knew it was summer, I just knew it. We've been spoiled with about a week of sunshine and we've taken full advantage.