January 2013

Wow January felt like forever! Even worse, I would think about updating the blog and it would break my heart a little as I felt like I had nothing but negative to write about. I have lots of blogs to post today, since I had many saved half written ones. I was going to delete them all and then I decided to leave them as is and finish them off. It's a true look into our life lately.

Our first week back home after our Christmas vacation, Scott partially separated his shoulder at hockey practice. It was a long week, as it was his right shoulder, so he wasn't able to do much after that. For a guy that never stops moving, he was not a happy camper.


The second week of January continued on with Scott getting the flu badly, and then I had it for the weekend.


The third week of January, however, took the title. I was driving 4 of my students in our little red rocket to St. Walburg for a curling game. Before we left, I mentioned to another teacher of mine that I didn't have a good feeling about this, but I wasn't sure what it was. She mentioned in a joking way "If I don't hear from you by 7pm, I'll get in my truck and come find you." As we got into the vehicle, the middle seat belt in the back didn't work, my student quickly said "Oh well, I'll be fine." I adamantly made sure it worked and we were off. Long story short, we hit ice, did a few spins and when we hit the shoulder on the other side of the road, flipped landing on the roof and then rolled again landing on the wheels. Since everyone had seatbelts on, we were all okay minus a few bumps and bruises and one minor concussion. I was so so thankful! Scott and all the girls' parents and principals of my school met us at the hospital. I knew the car would be a total loss, and the stress set in very quickly that we didn't have a vehicle to drive after we arrived home from the hospital. The inconvenience alone was torture for a girl that plans everything. We are just so thankful everyone is okay, and know now that God has a plan in everything.

From 3 to 2

Simon was adopted while we were away at Christmas and is adapting well into his new home! He has a sister name Luda and they have changed his name to Jack.  We will definitely foster again as it was a great experience, but for now want to focus on our two pups. Kale was not a happy camper when we returned home after Christmas, and I think we've finally convinced him that we're not leaving forever. We're also working on getting him better with younger children. A lot of our friends have young children (newborn - 2 years old), and he is petrified of them. He has not been aggressive, but rather runs away. Gilmour is fantastic with kids, but has developed a new hate for having his nails clipped, and they are horribly long, and hurt when he scratches. He weighs 80 pounds, so between the 2 of us we can't hold him down and get his nails cut. If we do, we're lucky to get one done a day, and boy does he howl when we do it.

Jack (Simon) comfortable in his new home!