Sisters book

Since Ann and Lori are the only people who read this, I am going to put this on here and get your ideas.  I am thinking the three of us need to write a collaborative book titled:  The Truly Exaggerated Lives of the Jones Girls.  Maybe other sisters would read it and laugh out loud as I seem to do everytime I have some type of liquid in my mouth.  I also pee my pants - which is embarrassing, but only you two know about it!  

Still updating

I wanted to add cute and witty captions to each picture below, however, I am still a blogging "nube" and was not able to figure out how to go back and do that.  I will get it - by 3:30 this morning!  Addie's snowman was created at school with lots and lots of mushy, gooey papier mache.  It was a fun day to walk into her class and have the teacher ask if I had any time I could spare!  She also wrote a story about it.  The Christmas kids includes the B-E-A-utiful tree that we used this year.  It was a lovely thing to behold with its quasi-Victorian theme and purple/silver/white color scheme.  Those colors just SCREAM Christmas!  It served its purpose, however, as Santa delivered his gifts and ate the cookies (the imaginary cookies, as someone forgot to actually set them out).  The family picture is the one that will be included in our annual - to arrive sometime in July - Christmas DVD.  It is 90% finished, but I haven't the energy to complete, burn and send.  Someday!  

A few new pictures

Our Family Picture

The Christmas kids

Addie's Snowman

Late nights/Early mornings

Yes, it is 1:39 am and I am finally updating my blog.  I was asleep, then I woke up and remembered I had forgotten to renew my auto insurance, then I couldn't do that because I lost my driver's license and now I am thinking I will never sleep because I can't figure out how to renew my auto insurance without my driver's license and WHEN will I get to Montrose during 8-5 (closed 12 -1) to get it???  Life on the mesa, complete with snowmobile excursions at 6:30 in the morning, has its challenges.  I am contemplating the life of a hermit.  If I give up the car - no car insurance necessary.  Then, I can have a great excuse not to go anywhere, therefore, relinquishing all responsibility to the outside world.  I could blog all day - giving very meaningful responses to the millions of people who currently have time to update their blogs quite often!  Of course, I have at least one child who might protest, as she is quite certain she needs to have a social life or she will stop breathing.  I also have this ridiculous need to eat - therefore, I must either hunt (completely out of the question) or go grocery shopping - therefore, reinstating the need for a car, and therefore, the need for auto insurance - and a driver's license.  HMMMM, what to do?  Read a book and hope it is boring enough to put me to sleep by 4:30, so I at least get a quick cat-nap before the alarm shocks me back into reality at 5.

First ski club day of 2008

This is Addie and Ella - see them smile!  They are on their way to ski!  Addie informed me she will kick some serious snow bunny bum this year on the slopes, as she goes for the "Double Black Diamond" runs.  

Why trees and cars don't go together

So, I was 5 minutes from home, thinking, "Wow, I should have time to cook real food (not left-over, left-overs).  And then the 4-Runner took on a life of it's own:  "Those trees over there look really nice - aren't those nice trees over there?"  and then it as, "Slide!"  and then "Scrape" and then "Bam" and then lots and lots of little pieces of my former window were sprayed all over and, well, we had left-over left-overs - again.  Oh, and driving those 28 miles to Telluride the next morning in sub-zero temperatures, sans the window, that was FUN!  

Parenting Rights of Passage

There are several times a parent experiences a "right of passage."  First, becoming a parent - which places you in the "completely clueless - but blissfully unaware" category.  You move from this when your precious offspring takes his/her first step (which you miss photographing because the camera has no batteries).  Next, you tumble into the "what parenting book do you recommend?" category, where you desperately try to keep up with your toddler (read: get one mess cleaned up before the next one is hits).  If you survive and make it to the first day of pre-school passage, you have graduated to the "playdate scheduling/birthday party gift buying" category and find that you now surf the internet for the cheapest means possible to keep your ball of energy entertained.  The first day of kindergarten passage usually involves a few tears (both grown-up and child) and moves you to the "parent volunteer" category - which includes everything from cupcakes to papier mache materials with 30 minutes notice. This phase lasts until your first born inevitably announces that he/she would like to learn to drive.  Your attempts to convince him/her that driving you crazy is adequate fall flat and you are suddenly trembling into the "close your eyes and hope for the best" phase.  When the driver's license is finally a reality and you have a second chauffer at your service - you realize there may be some small payoffs to all the heart stopping moments previously endured.  Then, just when you think "boy, I may be getting the hang of this parenting thing" the college phase begins and you are right back at the "clueless" stage - however, this time, there is no blissful unawareness, it is painful and expensive.  Having just entered this little rite, I -  having the privilege of accompanying Alex to visit her first choice campus -  would like to say that it is a whole new (and daunting) world.  It was much easier when the task of the day to master was successfully getting mashed peas into a chubby little mouth.  Now, I have to figure out how to get my daughter into a "Ferrari" school on a "Kia" budget and really let her leave.  Give me mashed peas anyday...