Life is a Challenge

Why eating out is a challenge...Why 1:00 church is a challenge...
Why keeping chalk around is a challenge...

Why eating a snack is a challenge... Why coaching a basketball game is a challenge...Why staying indoors is a challenge...
Why doing laundry is a challenge...

Why cooking dinner is a challenge...

Why playing Air Hockey is a challenge...

Why I love a challenge...

Oh So True

While in Portland, John and I ate at a Mongolian BBQ Restaurant. My fortune cookie at the end of the meal could not have been any better if I had written it myself. I have always wanted to create a notebook or folder full of all the books I have read over the years. I've envisioned that it would have a photo of what the cover looked like when I read it (have your noticed how often they change the covers on novels now-a-days?), a short description, and also my personal rating. This weekend I realized...what better way to compile this information than in a Book Blog!?

I am so excited. I plan to include both my current reads and those that I have read in the past. I really don't know why I haven't thought of this before. Maybe it's because that will mean that I have four blogs to keep going...Toss-n-Take, Cazier Corner, Anderson's Scout Troop and a Book Blog. Oh well, it's all in the name of fun.

My Number is Up! (Not Really but it sure felt like it)

12---The number of days the Cazier household was sick...and I mean sick. (Branson had it the worst and for the WHOLE time)
11 (11,000 to be more accurate)--The number of times Baby Einstein played on our TV. (I owe this company my sanity)
10--The number of times I was thrown up on. (Needless to say I didn't dress up much.)
9--The number of days my computer sat in a box, just waiting to be set up and put back in use.
8--The number of hours in the day that Branson refused to be put down... but he didn't really want to be held either...he really didn't know what he wanted.
7--The number of times we ate out. Well, we didn't eat out but John went to get fast food.
6--The number of people in our family who came down with some form of this wonderful flu.
5--The number of times I almost lost it...almost.
4--The number of times Branson bathed each day and oddly enough it is also the number of times he had diarrhea in the bath while we were cleaning him up from vomiting.
3--The number of times I thought Branson was well enough to throw him in his car seat and take a quick trip to the Jack in the Box drive through. And yes I ordered a LARGE Oreo Milkshake!!! (I'm paying for those trips this week...big time.)
2--The Number of times Branson went to the doctor in 4 days and the number of times his sleepers got worn each day. (Yep...bad diarrhea and vomiting will do that to your PJ's. But I had a constant flow of laundry going and he would have those same jamies on later in the day after another pair was soiled.)
1--The number of books I read when everyone who was sick was finally sleeping. I read The Host and I absolutely LOVED it. What a great, thrilling read!
0--The number of times I would wish this experience on my worst enemy!