Pardon my rant

All right. So I got all set to surprise Jason and Effie with Taylor Swift concert tickets- its a daddy/daughter thing, and the cheapest seats in Dallas are $130 each, all the way up to $1175. I have to say that I have a renewed respect for Miss Swift if people are paying that much to see the show. Needless to say, my money will be spent elsewhere, but am disappointed nonetheless. Which brings me to another point. I really don't understand much about socialism in action, but will shortly I suppose, and was wondering if under our new president's rule should we somehow be entitled to see concerts, sporting events, ballets, etc. at a sliding pay scale rate? Or perhaps with certain welfare-type concerts for those of us who can't afford tickets but are entitled as Americans to go? No? Perhaps I am off the deep end, but if they are going to take radio away from us, and everything else is going socialized, and if music will be too, someday in the future, I just wish it would be now so they could see her. Like I've said before though, down with the man.

*Also, green hair pic did not show enough green to make it worth the effort it takes to load it on the page.

Enough is too much

This is in reference to the pool. We have been in hotels 10 of the past 17 nights. That means that the majority of those days we were stuck in the hotel and therefore in the pool. I am not exaggerating, Effie's hair is green. I will post a picture tomorrow when I can get one with the sun on it. This life has its pros and cons, which I won't bore you with except this one. Picture bedtime. Levi's fussing so we can't turn the lights off and bed down ourselves, even though we are exhausted. So with a lamp on we read our scriptures, write in our journals, yell at them once again to lay down, stop playing, get your foot off your sister, and so forth and so forth and so forth. The primary program cd on repeat does nothing to induce sleepiness, or the spirit for those of us trying and failing to concentrate on Mormon's words. Seriously, I can remember nothing from what I have read lately. Also, Reno just said "We have a head-egg from that music." Me too little man. Jason has just asked me to go over there and beat them. Although in all reality, we battle this sort of bedtime insubordination no matter where we are, it just makes it harder to ignore when they are ten feet away.
This just happened. Reno started oinking. I started snickering to myself as Jason stood up "looking for his belt." Effie recognizes what he is doing and belts out "Everyone, hide your butts." An hour after we started this and there is no end in sight. I repeat, enough is too much.
**No Schroeder's were injured in the making of this blog.**

If you ever plan to motor west...

Home sweet home here in Tucumcari, New Mexico! Yes, this is night three in our by now quite soiled hotel room. We twice have opted not to have housekeeping services, only towels, thinking that in a few hours we would be free. Twice that was a mistake-- I will not describe things in detail, only trust that clean white sheets are no match for nacho cheese Doritos, chocolate, and Ava. The kids are happy, with an average of three swims a day, coupled with lots of t.v. and fast food. The repair man--we broke down here in the parking lot of McDonald's and the Holiday Inn Express, and a few other hotels, restaurants, and gas stations Sunday night on our trip to San Diego for those not up to speed-- ordered the wrong part yesterday, discovered it this afternoon, and will have a new part tomorrow, we hope. But we are in high spirits and look forward to tomorrow's events with great anticipation. Until then, listen to John and think of us. All hail the Mother Road.

We are tired of the pirate look.

Who is this kid? Seriously though. Three more months of this, and then glasses, and then perhaps surgery. No end in sight.

School's out for-ever!!

Life after number four? I don't know yet because we haven't had an opportunity to have a normal schedule with my mom helping, and now his parents visiting. This I will say: thus far, its a nightmare, or at least a dream I'd like to wake up from. He has colic, and each day brings a change in his patterns. He is totally unpredictable. I have welcomed fatigue back into my life, a lost friend. I thought I was tired when I was pregnant, but having a newborn takes it to a new level--the bonus round perhaps. Once our visitors leave, we will resume our lives, however we will start our new unschooling program. This is exciting because it means learning while living, not so much me teaching lessons and lecturing and pressuring and then eventually me being frustrated and losing it, as has been witnessed in past homeschool attempts. So an all new approach. A new start. I have high hopes. I am also grateful to live in a state that will not regulate our efforts. Down with the man. Wish us luck.

A curse on Eve... I shoulda thought this through

I am usually pretty tough. Seriously. But this pregnancy has knocked my down. I constantly hurt, and complain-see Jason for validation of this- and am just generally miserable. I tried to talk my doctor into taking the baby early, but he refused because he is cruel, although he did say something about the health of the baby but I am sure that is a plot to further torture me. And also, my hips feel like... well its indescribable really. Plus, sweating at night? That is just gross, but its happening. Not to mention all the unmentionables--they are even worse. Please remind me of all these complaints in six or seven months when we are ready to have another go at parenthood. Really. I will have forgotten this personal hell. Obviously or I would not be here now.

All dogs go to heaven... and some through hell

Will it ever end for Fritz? Being given away twice, losing two wives, attacked by a bobcat, and now this? Thursday night he was bitten by a snake, and though the vet assured us it wasn't a rattlesnake, it was poisonous and he is at present fighting for his life. Perhaps it will end for Fritz. Very disturbed at the whole situation. How am I to let the kids play outside with venomous snakes on the loose? And especially with a dog that is really not a fighter in the first place, not to mention recently wounded. If he makes it to begin with. Not that I am being callous about his survival; I am just trying to be realistic as he is taking shallow breaths and lethargy is setting in. So I will leave off with a prayer in my heart for a little dog who has been a wonderful friend for our family.


Side note: These are copperheads, another venomous snake native to our area. May or may not have been Fritzy Boy's foe, but we tend to think so. Also, the vet said it was a baby snake that bit him. How reassuring is that?