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Hello, Blog. My name is GoofyJ. Remember me?

Wow. That is really all I can say. Just wow. Time has flown and dragged by at the same time. And now, here I sit in a home, my home, in Cinci, Ohio. Weird. Oh and I only have two months until baby comes? How did that happen? Double weird.

Where do I start?

Maybe I’ll just fling up some photo collages of our journey since right before Paul left – some of you might have seen the pics on Facebook, simply scroll faster if you want to get through them quicker. Though if you go too fast you might miss any witty reparte in between them… well, no promises. πŸ˜€

We’ll start with the loading the truck collage. We loaded the truck the day before Mother’s Day. That is my awesome bro with the ductaped pants – they kept splitting further… and further… and we just kept adding to the tape so he wouldn’t be indecent. πŸ˜€

Moving Collage

After the truck was loaded, we realized there was a lot of stuff we wanted to take that didn’t fit. Then when the car behind it was pulling heavy we had to empty it – so that meant all of our musical instruments had to stay behind. It was the deciding factor on driving out a second truck.

Sunday, Paul tried to leave me a Mother’s Day present…

Saram Wrap 1 Collage

Saram wrapped kids. Unfortunately, they escaped.. and then they revolted and tried to keep dad from leaving.

Saram Wrap 2 Collage

He escaped too, and left the next day.

Then came the fun. And all the hard work. I worked on packing odds and ends, painting the inside of the house, mowing lawns with grass up to my chest in some places, chasing five kids, growing a baby, going on last ditch outing with friends, and keeping from going completely insane. The worst part of it all was how much I missed having my hubby with me. I love that man!

We had fun too in the midst of all the work. I would have like to do more, but we at least made it to the beach one last time, and to Mt. St. Helens.

Goodbye Northwest Beach

My brother and his family came with us on the beach trip, the Mt. St. Helens trip I did solo.


I was proud of myself with two things on the St. Helens trip- 1. I didn’t go completely insane and 2. I managed to stay awake on the way home (though I had to chug a giant Dr. Pepper in order to do so – yuck. At least it tastes a little better than the other colas, and without the caffeine we wouldn’t have made it.)

In the midst of everything else we also threw an early b-day party for Em…
Em B-day Party

We had to have the cake on the floor because our table was already with hubby in Ohio.

And had Jacob’s preschool Graduation

Jacob Preschool Grad Collage

Is he just stinkin’ cute or what? πŸ˜€ Then we were on the road. My bro from Oregon helped us drive – he drove the truck while hubby and I enjoyed the un-air conditioned van. Our first stop was Utah to visit my big sis. Heidi and Paul’s big bro. Mark. Of course we were exhausted and dead in the brain when we stopped by Mark’s place so I didn’t get the camera out. SHOOT. At least I remembered at Heidi’s – it was a close call though – it didn’t come out until right before we left. (My feet were looking slightly pudgy)

Utah Collage

Then on to Colorado to visit my next big sis. Lisa. We went to the most amazing park while we were there. We got to see my parents too. I am shooting myself in the foot for not taking more pics. Grrrr. (My ankles were feeling left out and decided to join my feet in pudgyness)

Colorado Collage

Then we crashed at my big bro. Kimball’s place in Arkansas. By now, my ankles resembled tree trunks and I began to hang out in the truck with my bro. I’d like to say it was sibling bonding, but it really was the AC – just kidding. πŸ˜€ It was definitely both.

Arkansas Collage

Finally in Ohio – I don’t have more pics yet – but they will be coming…

Ohio Backyard Collage

for now enjoy our back yard and a really cool park. The deer in the pics is in our neighbor’s yard. We saw it three days in a row this week. The first day it was two yards down (when I took the pics) the second it was in our next door neighbor’s yard, and the third it was in our yard. If we see it again, I think I will name it. πŸ˜€ We have millions of lightning bugs – my absolute favorite – there’s just something magical about them. And I have been able to see and catch a photo of the Red Cardinal – my favorite childhood bird, which I completely forgot lived out here. Also in our back yard and neighbor’s back yards we frequently sight bunnies hopping around. πŸ˜€

Cool Ohio Park Collage

A wonderful end to a long and fun few months! I am hoping to have lots of adventures to tell. For now – I am off to bed. Because even if I don’t post this until later – it is 1:00 in the AM right now.


Filed under Cakes, Children, Dot, Em, Every Day Life, Family, Humor, Jacob, James, Lizy, Nature, Photography

Homeward Bound

Thursday, July 6, we headed off on our merry way. We stopped in Salt Lake City to visit Temple Square. It had been four years since we had the opportunity to visit, and it was a joy to take the children and teach them of their ancestors, the history, and remember childhood memories of vacation trips. We actually ran into two families, very good friends, from Oregon while we were there, the coincidences are amazing. I love the spirit and the feel and I wished so much that we could have more time, but it was the end of our trip, we needed to be on our way, and Dorothy was exhausted to the point of major meltdown. Next time we’ll remember to do it early on in the trip. πŸ™‚ The drive home was long and arduous, even though the children slept a lot and were very well behaved. Paul and I were exhausted and we found it a struggle to drive, though we made it home safely by 2:00 in the morning and crashed into bed.

The next day, Friday, we drove out to the coast and spent a fun filled day with Paul’s parents, visiting from Montana, and his nephew and niece (also from Montana). It was one of Jacob’s first beach experiences and the children enjoyed playing in the waves and burying dad and cousins in the sand. We drove back home that night and were relieved to have our journeys come to an end. It’s good to be home and slowly working back into a routine. Some how finishing up these chronicles of the trip makes me feel that I have finally reached the end. I hope I didn’t bore you too much, but in a sense it was similar to writing in a journal, and I find it easier and less monotonous this way. πŸ™‚ Thanks for bearing with me. πŸ™‚


Filed under Every Day Life, Family, Religion

We’re Off! . . . Into The Wild Blue Yonder . . .

A week ago last Tuesday I began the frenzied preparations needed to go on a lengthy trip. The laundry was caught up and the house cleaned to a gleaming state. I only wish I had been around to enjoy the house the entire week it was clean, heh. πŸ™‚ Food in the fridge was quickly devoured until we were eating fast food so as not to create left-overs that would turn into fuzzy green science projects while we were gone. The big trick was how to pack to fit our small space. We have a standard mini van, with out the extended back end and no luggage rack on top. Paul toyed with the idea of towing a trailer, but that didn’t work and we decided it wasn’t needed. I put my savvy packing skills to use and we ended up with ample room to spare. How did we manage that!?! We wondered, until we realized that the station wagon and other cars before did not have the under the seat storage space that we now enjoy.

The children typically do well on long drives, but I was not exactly looking forward to a 14 hour trip with four children ages 7 and under packed to the hilt in a small van. I would go all pale and queasy with the thought until my husband the genius hooked up the portable DVD player. Wahoo! Some times I am so grateful for technology and the modern world. With everything hooked up and loaded we were ready.

I whacked the snooze button for the umpteenth time Friday morning and groaned at my clock blinking 5:00 a.m. in neon red. My eyelids drifted off into slumber when the sensation of a jack hammer on the bed shook us from our reveries. My groggy eyes opened to find Dot bouncing around, “Is it time to go yet?” The clock read 5:40; it was past time to go. We bolted. Starting the dishwasher, feeding the dog and letting her outside, carrying out the last of the garbage, and packing the food cooler; we were on our way in half an hour zipping into the sunrise through Portland.

Jacob tolerated the car well and I am happy to report we arrived in Utah at Paul’s brother’s house that night in one piece, and vomit free! (We have a habit to include vomit on our trips, not necessarily from car sickness, just sickness in general.)

Saturday morning the plan was to go out to Dear Creek later that day with a borrowed boat and have some fun on the water. After a slow start we had kids ready and we were on our way, boat and all. The park was packed, kids were fussy and anxious, and parents were stretched tighter than a sling shot ready to fire. We had finally agreed to let the children play in the rock infested waters while the men tried to start the boat, hoping no one slipped and bashed their head in the process. Paul issued a silent prayer, “If we’re supposed to do this, let this boat start, please.” Frustration was prominent. The boat gave a lurching start and then nothing. Out from the gas tank Paul’s brother pulled a bottle of . . . . water?!? Well, we supposed that was our answer, no boating today. The boat owner’s kids had a bit too much fun over the non boating months, as it sat lonely in the back yard. Giving up on that idea we spent a fun afternoon playing in the water and avoiding razor sharp rocks. We even made it out of there with only one minor injury: poor Emmy had sliced her foot on a rock, or piece of glass, or something. Thank goodness it wasn’t deep and doctor mom was ready with the first aid kit.

We attended church with Paul’s brother on Sunday. You never expect to see anyone you know, so imagine our surprise when Paul received a tap on his shoulder and he turned to find some of our best friends from Oregon. They had told us about 3 weeks ago they were moving to Utah, and here they were: in his brother’s ward (congregation)! What a shocker for us. We laughed at the amazing coincidence and enjoyed catching up with each other.

Our trip was off to a fun and interesting start. We enjoyed the company of family that afternoon and on Monday things really started to heat up . . .


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