Checking out of Rehab...

Good morning. My name is Todd, and I am a Blogaholic. I checked out of the Betty Ford Clinic (for bloggers, located right next door to the good BFC) and now am only allowed to blog on special occasions. (would not getting out of rehab be reason enough to celebrate??)Here I am, with "Katie-Anne Bgarelick." The same girl that wants to play in the bgarage...I think she is Polish, or at least representing the Lithuanian deep inside...She also was desiring nothing less than a "rotten egg." (A rotten egg would be one that you boil and peel...some might call it a Hard-boiled egg, but not this bgirl)

I know your thoughts on first blush...this is actually a drawing by Gracie of her mother whipping us around to get work done around the house...

We are staining the back porch, painting the front porch, cleaning the 10.5 million pounds of pine needles from the gutters and yard, changed 3 bathroom faucets, installed a new thermostat and cleaned up the house.   The picture below was taken of the shimmering house...you just cannot identify anything as the glare was too strong...go us...

Not to say that not much else is going on, but really, not much else is going on.

Evan is still "Croop Man," the SuperHero that really cannot hide as everyone can hear the sea lion. 

Katie-Anne is still eating boogers (and who doesn't) and generally doing exactly (the opposite) of what we ask. And, she now dresses more like Gracie than she needs to.

Gracie is growing up...really fast. She will be 7 in less than a month, and now shares, helps around the house, even gave me a quarter to help buy "a grande, non-fat, no-whip peppermint mocha" for momma. She is reading so much and doing math and is really a great student.

Amy and I...recovering from the house transformation. ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.