Steve seems to have become obsessed with Portland. Woe unto us if he doesn't get the job! :D He'll probably mope around the house, sighing hugely, and stand under a cold shower with all his clothes on to simulate the rain.

 My dad is visiting us right now. I know, I know. My mom last week, my dad this week. What next, my sister and brother-in-law? That would be great, but it's not on the calendar. It just worked out with my parents. Having them here is so wonderful. It makes me appreciate the concept of multi-generational housing, even if that's not something we're set up for. Of course, I do realize that actually living with them (again) would be a lot different from having them visit. While they are visitors, they want to be on their best behavior so they get invited back, and feel that they need to contribute to the household in some way. My mom buys our groceries and watches the beet. My dad does chores and watches the beet (beet-watching being a full-time activity). It's great. I feel like I can finally take a shower by myself or actually have time to type up a blog. I've been bitten a bit lately by the writing bug (not so much in the realm of Blog, obviously), but I haven't had any chance to sit down and put pen to paper, as it were. I'm sure I'll manage to find some time, eventually. In the meantime, I just go over the stories I want to write in my head, so that I have a more refined concept as a rough draft. Put the written diarrhea through a filter. That sort of thing. Isn't that just the prettiest image? :D I just have too many damn interests, when it comes right down to it. I like to write, read, cook, sew, crochet, do home improvement projects, garden, home canning, running, hang with my huzzy. So on and so forth. Some things just take precedence over others, obviously, and that's perfectly acceptable. Being a mother is a full-time job, one I would not trade for anything. I may complain about my lack of time occasionally (like every time I blog), but I really think being a mother is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. It's right up there with meeting Steve.

   Speaking of cooking, we bought a chest freezer today. Whoo-hoo! Cabbage patch, cabbage patch (as in, the dance). So now I'll be able to make extras of casseroles and pot pies and such and freeze them for a later date. This is something I've been wanting for months and months, so I'm very excited about the whole thing. Now we just need to decide exactly where we want to put it... I'll have to have Steve and my dad try it in all the spots I'm thinking it might fit to see how it looks. Since I don't really want to have to move it all over when I've got strong men about. After all, isn't that what they're for?