Pour-ing.

(Me & Brock in a kayak-

which is kind of the same as canoe to me.

Summer '08)

Today it is raining

and raining

and rain-ing.

I called my mom and told her the flood was coming.

Go get a canoe 'cause you're gonna need it.

Seriously though it has rained all day.

It even rained a little inside our house.

We discovered a "little" leak

and a puddle of water.

We need to call Corey Barton.

Maybe I should just send him a letter.

Something like this:

Dear Mr. Barton,

I think it is cool that you can sky dive on a skateboard.

Maybe you could sky-skate your way

to my house and fix this leak.

That would be gnarly. dude.

Sincerely,

Chanell, a proud homeowner.

p.s. Oh and please stop selling homes like ours

for 50 cents. It makes our house feel bad.

***

Other than that it's been a great day.

I have been in bed all week with strep throat, but today I feel much better.

I know what you're thinking. Sick Again?

Have you ever heard a woman say that when her children are born they each take a part of her brain? Well my children took a chunk of my brain and my immune system. I swear since becoming a mom I have been sick a-l-o-t.

Lucky for me,

Brock is a Super (with a capital S!) Dad.

It's kind of bad for my confidence though.

He does it ALL and never acts like it's hard.

Like I said Super.

He's a freakin' champ.

Good thing he'll be in my canoe.