Ghosts of Christmas Past, part 6

Okey, dokey, artichokey! As far fetched as it seems, the year of this picture was a crazy one on the Hamster Wheel.

That summer I drove from So Cal to Logan, 12 hours straight with my boys (6 & 3) ALONE. (I told you I was crazy.) And this was before the age of DVD players or even small TVs in the car. Yes, it was pretty much like crossing the plains with a handcart, I know. All you wimpy young ins with your DVD players in your vans may bow to my endurance supremacy. (of course they had invented ear plugs)

( I will take a moment to appreciate your accolades and applause.)

Since we were still in So California, when one of my brothers decided to marry an awesome girl from So California it worked out well. Then, I was able to host much of my family for Thanksgiving, the wedding weekend. (Funny Farmer was even there) Yes, did I mention that at that time my family was 13 members strong. It was wall to wall people, but we had a great time. After that we went to Seattle to help with the open house decorating.

With all this going on, my husband and I never managed to stand together with our boys for a picture. Hard to fathom, I know.

Instead, I opted to send out this cute shot of my Halloween boys. Here is Trent in his Steve Young costume, my future football player. And Jared as a clown in a costume I got for $1 at a yard sale.

Besides all of the traveling, at this time I had allowed myself to be sucked into the vortex of need masquerading as the PTA. And then there was the weekly class help at school, room mom, team mom for soccer, and Jared's Mom and Me preschool 9 hours a week. Yea, just little things like that to keep grass from growing under my feet.

(Actually even though that preschool took a lot of time, I made some of the best friends there. It was so good for both of us to have somewhere to go and be with friends, three times a week from 9 - 12.)

Just normal life stuff. Thank goodness I was younger and up to the hyper speed of the hamster wheel. Nowadays I have forced the wheel to an almost stop. Hamsters on emotional crutches can't run that fast. Neither can one's with hip replacements. He He He.

See you all in the next post.