My grandparents don't have enough to do....

As I'm sure you are aware from previous post there have been some huge remodeling going on around here. We finally have it mostly done. Even the little small details like...the existenes of walls....have been taken care of. Even more so we have base boards! Base boards are amazingly cool.

Yeah, they need to be cleaned or they don't look presteen white unlike normal stuff like...no...base...boards.

Um yeah.

Actually it looks beautitul and we are very happy. I'll get some pictures up.....eventually. :D

But why have we gone through all of this headach of not only remodeling but adding on...well...lots.

Basically my grandparents (mom's folks) have moved into the attatchment next door. They have a kitchen, living room, spare bedroom, two bathrooms, regular bedroom, food storage and a huuuuuuuge walk in closet. I can fit my bedroom in there. WITH my closet.

Sickening I tell ya.

So now that all of that work has been done and everything is slowing down my hyper active grandparents have devoted their time to...other things.

Take mom and dad's bed. I'm sitting in our new living room when my brother comes up and says, "Hey grandma has a job for you both to do." And he leads me to my parents room and my grandma is taking the comforter off their bed.

And you know what my grandma asks me?

Get this -

Do you know how to short sheet a bed?

I took one look at my grandma and said, "Oooooo they going to kill yoooouu!"

Of course knowing this still didn't stop me from helping her "fix" the best.

So mom and dad come home from dinner and a movie (btw this all took place on their wedding anniversary) and dad comes a little later asking about the bed.

I just say that it was grandma and grandpa's idea. They wanted to make the bed. They hadn't gone into yet. Nick and I just look at each other like, "This is going to be interesting."

Next thing I know my mom comes out of the room saying," Ok! I only have one question!"

Nick starts pointing at me! Like it's my fault! And I yell, "IT WASN'T ME!!"

Mom looks confused for a split second and then she gets that, I-was-worried-before-but-now-I-know-something-is-up look on her face and say, "What!" Which really meant tell me what's going on or I'll kill you!

I defiantly say, "Nothing, what's you question."

We do this for a few seconds before mom finally says, "Why were my parents in my room to even NOTICE my bed wasn't made?"

Dang it we could have gotten away with it!

So we had to tell them what happened. Fist mom says, "Those people don't have enough to do." and as she walks away says, "I'm telling dad on you."

When Nick and I are left alone to ponder the consequences of our actions like good children that get in trouble he says

"We really need to be better about sticking together when we get in trouble."

Cover ups need to STAY covered up!!!

Nick almost blew my cover!

Mom, Dad, Nick, and I were waiting around for someone to come back and tell us about my credit score (the reasons for this to come in a later post. Which will have to wait until after I get some pictures for those who will enevitably ask for them), when out of the blue Nick asks

"Mom how do I get a gift certificate off of iTunes?"

My heart dropped. It dropped even farther when she in an accusing voice said

"Why would you ask ME?!?!"

My heart was racing. Usually I'm prepared for these kinds of things but I just was NOT expecting Nick to ask about it. Usually he consults me first or something. Did he do that? NO!!!

He is so dead, I thought to myself. Nick very calmly said, "Well you use iTunes all the time. You know these things."

I looked her straight in the eye and repeated what he said (not as calmly) but I would not look away and the look of accusation on her face lasted just a little two long for my comfort. But I stood my ground!

Fortunately for us she was very sick and very cranky from waiting around for that guy with my credit score and just attributed her reaction to that and not to the laughable (but likely) idea that her children could possibly know about the gift certificates.

But now I have to be more careful with any other gifts I accidently open.

Bonnie and Clyde: The Marshmellow Version

My family has always loved toy guns. Of every kind. When we were kids we had these bright orange and green water guns that looked like hand held machine guns. We spray painted them black to look like real guns. No cowboys and indians for us. We were a modern family. It was all about gangster territory fueds!

So years later that love for toy guns has not gone out of us. Mom bought these marshmellow shooters for the kids at the office party. They never made it out of the house. Next thing I know I come home to see two bags of large marshmellows with dad and Nick shooting large marshmellows at each other.

After some experimentation we realized that only one of the guns worked. I myself got tired of shooting someone with a defective gun and just started throwing the little puffs of marsh at my family. We DID NOT throw them at mom. That is a big no no!

Or face the wrath of Dad!

We decided to start having family night. We don't do that often. But since we all are starting to spread out we are trying to do more stuff together. So my older brother and younger sister came over. And they joined in on the fun!

It was just like when we were kids. Mom would work around the kitchen while the kids with dad would run around through stuff at each other. This time it was all about the marshmellows. Of course with everything things started getting out of hand. Usually starting with someone getting mildly hurt. Like Brian throwing a marshmellow just a little bit to hard at my head. And then I go psycho and throwing marshmellow after marshmellow at Brian. My anger being gone long ago I just throw to teach my brother to never throw something at my head like that again. And I get some kicks out of it at the same time.

I know I'm evil >)

Eventually I'm stuffing marshmellows down my sister pants and rubbing into my older bro's skin. That's when I knew I had gone a little too far. I run and hide downstairs.

Now, I know the rules have changed in our family when I don't hear Brian chasing me. I know the rules have changed even farther when as I try to make my way upstairs after I wait in my locked bathroom that every corner I look around and every room and search is cleared of any sibling looking for vengance.

This is a whole new world I have to deal with. Now I don't know who to trust or if I should. I'm not going back into the great room because who knows what they'll do to me. I decide to hide around the corner in the hallway. Trying to over hear what they are saying. I hear my older brother saying he's got something planned for me and my mother is begging him not to ruin my bedroom. And you want to know why?

Because she was worried about him ruining the brand new carpet and door!

No family ties keeps us safe around here, I'm telling you!

I decide to hide in my parents room for a while and then I hear the dogs being let in. The first thing that happens to those dogs when they get let in is be put in the kennels. Do you know where the kennels are?

In my parents bedroom.

I rush to my mom's closet. It's a walkin and I quietly close the door leaving it cracked just enough for me to see and hear what's going on. My whole family is int here and I'm praying that mom won't need to get into the closet. I try to move around and hide behind clothes but there isn't enough room and it was making too much noise. So I'm not only stuck but in danger of giving myself away because I paniced!

Finally they all leave and I wait long enough to make sure no one comes back. I find out later that Nick did come back because he suspected I was in there. Good thing I waited.

I did sneak out at one point and mom caught me but she didn't say anything. Eventually I make my way outside because I was not going to get caught after all of that work. I know they aren't going to do anything to me. But I wanted to get a hold of the working gun before they got to me. I guess my absence was long enough that they felt I needed to be checked on. So I went back inside got the gun. And blew them away.

Well not blown away but they were surprised to find me upstairs in the kitchen. Having no idea how I got there.

And all because of a few marshmellows.

Scrapebook glue...not JUST for scapebooking!

Mom got a package today in the mail.

From iTunes.

Probably my favorite online store.

But you don't GET things from iTunes. Not in the mail anyway. It's all digital.

So of course seeing the package got me VERY curious. So....I opened the package. And found about six or seven white envelopes. One was empty...moving on to the next and what did I find?

A gift card for $50!

Crap! I just found $300 worth of Christmas gifts. How did I know this? The card actually said Merry Christmas love Mom and Dad.

I very quickly I put all the envelopes back in the package while my brother Nick looked at me like I was going crazy. I looked at him, smiled and tried to look innocent. Which means...obviously that I did something wrong.

He looked at the package I was trying to make look like it hadn't been opened and said as if accusing me, "You just opened a Christmas present didn't you?"

"No," was all I said, which of course meant yes.

Frantically I looked around trying to find tape and Nick being the brilliant kid he is said, "You need glue not tape!" But no glue was to be found.

I was wearing a blanket around my waist to keep my legs warm so I stuffed the package down my blanket. Heading downstairs to grab my scrapebooking supplies. Lots of adhesives!

But I came up with some problems:
1. I had to use my fingur to spread the glue in a convincing manner and couldn't get in off my fingure!
2. the glue had to dry
3.

Well, three didn't come to me until later. After I went back upstairs when Nick announced that he needed me to help him find the dried diced onions.

Yeah random. So he drags me downstairs and before telling me what he needed to know he says, "You're kind of slow on the uptake...you need to read my signals better." Yeah like dried onions are some kind of signal.

But my brother helped me with the conspiracy and told me to wait til tomorrow to slip the package in the mail cause mom already saw the days mail. She would know something was up.

So that's #3. Keep mom from seeing a discrepancy in the mail.

Scrapebooking saves the day! And my brother. What would I do without him!