Tidbits

Well, we've been without the little girls for a few days now. The house is so quiet. It's so calm. I think I'm going to go nuts! I must admit, I've been able to accomplish a lot without them getting underfoot. I've actually finished unpacking the library and now that room is my cozy writing nest.

Bryan goes back to school on Monday. The politics have been getting really touchy so we all hope things will be normal at the school. I'm also looking forward to having more sub days. In the meantime, my tutor is helping me create the pitch for my article series: Extreme Makeover, Saskatchewan Edition. I'm quite excited as it will probably be my main source of funds to go to PEI with my sissies.

We've both become ebay junkies. I'm finding beads so cheap that a lot of the ladies at the school want to buy them from me when my shipments come in. They use hundreds of thousands of beads when they are creating their traditional pow-wow clothes.

My niece, Amy, turned eight this past week. We are looking forward to her baptism in Calgary. We haven't been to Calgary for a long time. Bryan may also be the one to baptize her, as Tara's husband isn't a member of the Church.

Mom and Dad Andrews have sold their house in Gibbons (right outside of Edmonton) for a very tidy sum. Unfortunately they only have until April 30 to vacate. They don't even know where they will be going, so they are putting all their stuff in storage and taking a trip in the RV. We will miss them; they seem set on going to either BC or Ontario. The good thing? They gave us dozens of their old movies, most in VHS. We are steadily increasing our number of videos. Whenever someone says we have a lot of movies I just shake my head and tell them that my younger sister has more.

It's finally warming up. There is still a fair amount of snow on the ground but there's been a lot of wind so the place isn't as mucky as it could be. The first nice day I'm dying to get out and wash and wax the car (a task I have always enjoyed).

Well, I think that's it as far as tidbits go. Smell you later! (As Nelson Muntz would say...)