Costco

I'm back in Costco-land after a five year hiatus and when in Rome . . . . Yesterday was our first time to nose around and things have changed a little but not much. I saw postage stamps (25 cent discount on a hundred of them--I passed), a women's trunk show, and a LOT more wine than I remember from earlier times, but everything else was about the same. Here is what I got:

Kitchen trash bags
A pint of vanilla
Baking powder
Bag of fancy salad mix
A two-pack of frozen lasagne
Corn dogs
Shredded mozzarella
4 pounds of butter
Toilet paper
25 pounds of white flour
2 gallons of milk
2 pounds of coffee (had a free coupon, dh will use it as an incentive prize at work)
22 gallons of gasoline

I looked at prices on other things we use regularly, especially as I get closer to school lunch-making time again and have a mental list for next time. There sure were a lot of other bargain-hunters there too, and the parking lot has recently been expanded or I can see parking would be a challenge. It was fun but boy, you sure could spend a lot of money there if you weren't being careful.

Leaving early

"A" came for a month this summer and had a great first week. Then we noticed incessant phone calls and the next thing we knew she didn't like it here, didn't feel like she fit in, and wanted to go "home." Dh told her if the person she was on the phone with wanted to buy her a ticket "home" and the ticket was out of our town, not the bigger airport two hours away, she could leave any time she wanted after the youth activity on Wednesday.

We fully expected this behavior but what surprised us was that the other party actually ponied up for a plane ticket. This is the first time EVER.

I think it is really interesting that a child can be having a great time and after just a few phone calls learns that she is having a terrible time and is being treated badly. I guess a person a long distance away is better able to determine a teenager's happiness than the teen herself?

If I hadn't read a certain book I wouldn't even know how this kind of brainwashing is done. However, I have read the book and since the systems have been in place more than 14 years, it actually isn't hard to do. I assume this is the last summer time with us as I'm sure she will know even before the scheduled visit next year that she'll have a bad time and she'll be treated like the maid or in some other "unfair" manner.

Good job, Audrey! And amazingly enough, you even paid cash for it this time instead of making us pay for it as usual.

I forgot to mention yesterday . . .

. . . how much C liked her hair the day we went to Tombstone. She is the only straight-haired sister of the three little ones and of course they all want the opposite of what they have. A couple of days before I had French braided her hair and it had gone through a couple of swimming-pool-then-drying cycles. When dh brushed it out she thought it looked just like her sisters' hair. :-)

Tombstone, Arizona

Dh is much better about planning day trips than I am. He wants to go see things himself, but what he really wants is for the children to have good memories about the things we did together as a family while growing up. Being a Western fan, of course the first trip was to Tombstone.

There was a bit of western gear in evidence . . .

The day was really hot. It was 106 in our town and since Tombstone is at a higher elevation, it was a little cooler there, but still over 100 (38C). We loaded up our Omaha Steaks cooler (the one that our Christmas steaks from Mom were packed in for shipping) with lunch, cans of soda, bottles of water, and ice, put on sunscreen and headed out.

Tombstone is only about a hour from home, closer than I expected (keep on triangulating) and has lots of history. It's where the OK Corral is and its famous gunfight in the 1880s.

Today it is a commercial (oh, how commercial!) Old West Town and you can see gunfights and take tours of things like an underground mine, the old courthouse, the town via stagecoach or covered wagon, the biggest rose bush in the world, the OK Corral, and places like that. Everything except Boothill Cemetary costs. Bill and the kids did more of the tours while I walked around town and poked into antique shops, book stores, local art galleries, and fudge shops. ;-) Here is the artists' cooperative sales lady:

I bought that boot-shaped porcelain Christmas ornament she is reaching for. I bought some fudge in a shop (peanut butter chocolate as well as maple-walnut) and ate some of it while I watched the world go by from a bench out in front. The last thing we did was take a stage coach tour around town. Since there were seven of us and it was a real stage coach from the 1880s, it was pretty small and Kevin had the privilege of sitting up front next to the driver. Here is the stage coach:

As we headed out of town we stopped at Boothill Cemetary where some of the famous old gunslingers were buried. Most of the graves there are from the 1880s. The sign said the cemetary fell into disrepair and in the 1920s it was researched and new signs made for the graves. Lots of them are still marked "UNKNOWN" but quite a few have signs. Although the picture is blurry (*I* didn't take it!)and everyone looks tired, here is dh's favorite marker. I assume this is a modern copy of what was there at the time.

Swimming girls

When we put the girls in the pool for the first time none of them could swim or really even coordinate their movements for locomotion. Ten days later C can swim and E and S can coordinate well enough to move around the pool with their swim wings on. I'm surprised! C starts swimming lessons in about 10 days and I hope I can grab two walk-in slots for the other two as they would all benefit from some lessons. We are all starting to get tan lines but we usually swim late in the day to avoid the sun so we haven't had much in the way of sunburns. Having a pool costs $$$ so we are making sure we use it and enjoy it so the money isn't wasted.

I'm having trouble with links' not loading today, so Blossom, no comments on your blog today although I'm very happy to see you back!

Fun in the sun

Lucky girls, they got to go swimming twice today. This was the morning swim.

All three girls have water wings that really make the pool fun for them. I'm pretty sure once swimming lessons start I'll be told to nix the wings.

A couple of friends should recognize S's suit (the original owner is Amy C. and she is now over 6' tall) and Michael should recognize E's as it belonged to his girls, my nieces). Aren't they CUTE??

Here is Anna. She's jumping in here, but is learning to dive this summer.

Kevin likes free style. Or maybe he slipped. I'll have to ask him. ;-)

Undoubtedly the novelty will wear off, but we sure are enjoying the pool.

A little more about Savannah

I got a mass email from her parents that said her funeral will be this Saturday at our church in Gallup. It will be two weeks after she died because her parents wanted to wait until her mother got out of the hospital before they made the final arrangements.

This is what happened *as far as I know*: The family was headed to Colorado to go camping. They were in their Suburban, pulling a huge travel trailer. A gust of wind caught them and rolled the vehicle. The father tried to save Savannah but in the end he was unable to.

It was a freak accident. This is the kind of thing that could happen to ANYone with a high profile vehicle.

Independence Day

233 years ago we gained our independence from England. When I asked my 4th graders about that 10 years ago it took about 10 guesses for someone to finally guess England. ~sigh~ I need to talk about it more with my children too.

Our celebration involved adding a family member. Yep, we picked up dh's dd "A" from the airport. It was a pleasant trip and we managed to find a Waffle House. When we used the Albuquerque airport we usually stopped at Waffle House for a bite to eat after picking someone up, even if it was late at night. I had my usual which is two waffles with pecans. I did notice something new on the menu which was "Lite" waffles and the server said they were buttermilk waffles. I ordered them and they were really good with just a hint of sourness to them. Of course, slathering both little containers of margarine over the waffles negated any fat or calorie savings, I'm sure.

Our evening celebration was swimming and BBQ'd hot dogs, Jello/Cool Whip/cottage cheese/fruit cocktail salad, watermelon, root beer, and cinnamon rolls for dessert. Delicious. Then we went swimming again. A played games with the younger girls and came up with funny stories and ideas they loved.

After we showered off and the younger girls went to bed the other three of us went back out to the patio and finished off the watermelon, spitting the seeds out onto the lawn. Last of all was a fireworks show that we could just view through the tree tops.

Happy Independence Day and I'm glad the USA won the war. ;-)

Guess what dh killed last night in the hall outside our bedroom?

This is a stock photo, not the actual one, but I believe (from my very, very quick look) this is the same kind. This is what it says above the picture I found:

The Arizona bark scorpion is the species of greatest concern to most people in the Phoenix area. The venom of a bark scorpion can cause serious discomfort.

How I'm feeling and some silliness

I'll have to say I have felt depressed all week after hearing about Savannah's death. There are some other things going on too which are hard to bear, but I realized I can't bring Savannah back and while I can be a listening ear and a giver of advice, I can't take away the other hurts some family members are going through right now. For the sake of my husband and children I decided I have to shake the melancholy.

I thought I'd tell some of the silly things about our new house. The former owners made lots of upgrades, but they were all as cheap as they could go! I think they watched way too much "Designed to Sell." The master bedroom has two walls made out of this local concrete block called slump block. What a yucky name. I guess they didn't like it any better than I do, so they stuccoed over it. They didn't do a very smooth job of it and when they came to the electrical outlets and light switch covers, they didn't bring them out flush with the new wall, they curved the stucco in like it was adobe or something. Oh, and they trapped the covers in the stucco so they can never be removed or changed!

The master bath looks pretty good. The former owners replaced the counter and the sinks and they sit on sleek black cabinets . . . which are the old cabinets with a coat of black paint. The black towel rod . . . is the old oak one painted black. Even the door has been painted a dark color on the inside while the outside is still white.

The kitchen has newish cabinets, about 10 years old, I'd say. I can say with 98% surety they are the kind you buy at Home Depot flat in a box and assemble yourself. They aren't too bad, but still, nothing like the custom cabinets we left in our house in Gallup.

The last two tie for my "favorite" cheap upgrade. The floors look like 14" ceramic tiles, until you look a little closer and see that they are vinyl peel-n-stick squares . . . applied over Pergo.

The other "favorite" is the pool. It's an older pool and the water is a beautiful blue. Cloudy blue. We had the pool guy come out and test the water to see what he could do to clear up the cloudiness. It's so cloudy you can't see the third step where you enter the water, or your feet when you are standing in the pool. Turns out the color is so pretty because below the edge tiles, it is painted a beautiful ocean blue. You don't paint pools, you plaster pools. Because if you paint, the paint comes off in the water and makes it cloudy. For as long as the paint is on the pool walls. I guess it was cheaper than replastering though.