Remy cat, Remy cat, where you at?

So I take Allison to Theater class, and Steven decides he's going to clean out the closet under the stairs. He takes everything out . . . totally empties the closet. At the very back of the closet, there is a little door that goes into the walls under the last few steps. Somehow or other, Remy got in there, then got trapped when Steven put everything back into the closet and blocked the door. And I have no idea that he has done any of this.

I get home and Steven says he can't find Remy. So I'm like, what do you mean you can't find her? Don't worry about it, she's in here somewhere, they don't go outside. He says he keeps hearing little, tiny "mews" coming from somewhere, but he doesn't know where . . . she might be inside the walls. I'm like "What?!?" and thinking he is totally insane . . . inside the walls. Riiiiiiiiiight!

Then we realize that Frida will only sit on the bottom 2 steps, and I start hearing the little "mews" . . . but they are really quiet and muffled. That's when Steven tells me he cleaned out the closet, and maybe Remy went through that door and is under the stairs. OK - well if you think that might have happened, GET HER OUT!

So we pull everything back out of the closet, open the door and Remy pops her little head out . . . but doesn't want to come all the way out! We actually had to pull her out of there! Silly cat.

Jello No Bake "Cheesecake"

Really isn't cheesecake at all . . . it's really just cheesecake flavored pudding . . . with a thicker texture. But it works - it satisfies that need for 'creamy'. And it's really good with little mini chocolate chips added!

It's official . . . we're goin'!

To San Antonio!

(So I'm a little slow on the updates!)

Steven starts his new job at Valero on January 17, 2005. We've found a house and are working on getting that started . . . we are building a new one, and we go to the Ryland Design Center on the 13th to pick out all the stuff . . . brick, floors, cabinets, counter tops, all that. We also found an apartment, and the furniture that we are renting for it will be delivered on the 14th.

Now we just have to get this house listed. That will probably happen tomorrow or Thursday. I love this house . . . so much has happened here . . . Claire was born here . . . I'm going to miss it! But I think I'm going to love San Antonio more!

I always knew the kids were cute . . .

Had the kids pictures taken at Target a few weeks ago, and went to pick them up today. Apparently, they liked 2 of them so much that they had extra 8 X 10's made to use in the studio!

Flatonia, Tx

Took a little trip to San Antonio this week . . . and somewhere between Houston and SA, along I-10, there is a little town called Flatonia, TX. The town is so small, I don't even consider stopping there for a bathroom break. However, on the advice of one John Caudell, we (Steven and I) stopped in Flatonia to get a barbecue sandwich at Joel's - I have always seen the billboard advertising Joel's Barbecue, but have always been kind of afraid to stop . . . it's just a tiny little shack with a few picnic tables . . . 5 or 6 inside, and maybe 3 or 4 outside. Anyway, we were starving and barbecue sandwiches sounded really good, so we stopped. John was right: Joel makes about the best sliced barbecue sandwich I've ever had, and it's not even on a real hamburger bun - just 2 pieces of sliced bread. But pair that sandwich with a Dr Pepper, and it's about the best thing I've ever had! They also have pickeled eggs there - regular chicken eggs, along with quail eggs, but we didn't try those.

For dessert, we drove to the other side of the freeway to Dairy Queen and had the girl there (I should have gotten her name) make us a couple of super thick, Blizzard like chocolate malts, with a super extra lot of malt powder . . . this girl is a "Soft Serve Artist"! Most people don't undertand what a "super extra lot" of malt powder means, but she has it down! She is a genius with ice cream, chocolate syrup and malt powder!

Needless to say, Flatonia, TX is going to be a regular stop for us when travelling between Houston and San Antonio!

Eeny, Meeny . . .

Ethan: Eenny, meeny, miney, moe,
Catch a tiger by his toe,
If he hollars, let him go,
Eenny, meeny, miney, moe!

Claire: Mooooommm! Ethan called me a "tiny ho"!!!

Monday, Nov. 8, 2004

I really have a lot of stuff I want to write about but I just don't have the energy. Every single fiber of my being is exhausted. I'm really worried about Ethan, but I think I have finally stopped crying. Claire has been up since 5:00 am, which means I have been up since 5:00 am, and I subbed at MDO today . . . 10 two year olds. I think I'm just going to take a shower and put on my pajamas.

Is this for real?

Did I really do this? Create my own "blog"??? Slowly, but surely, I'm creeping into this computer, techie, web-based lifestyle . . . and it is so much easier than having to deal with people in person! And since this is my first blog, I'm going to keep it short and sweet. I just want to see if it really works!