This job is so disorganized. Friday 10/14 we were sick of the not knowing, so we called high up Nick to get a plan and were told “you will definitely be staying in Elk City till it’s done” So Saturday I was moved to a kitchenette. That night when Preston got off work he loaded up the car and we moved back to Guymon. So much for making plans.
Guymon is a Blackfoot sized-pig farming town that’s 80% Mexicans. It has a game reserve, a park and lake walk. And a cute little LDS branch of 12 or so.
It’s so nice to be in an apartment. To have a Kitchen!!!
Katana is really starting to grow. I started her on bananas. Preston started her on Pepsi.
(No Pepsi was actually consumed in the making of this blog)
Hey have you ever had A “Get-r-done” moment? In Elk city Warren let me use his apartments kitchen to cook dinner then I would leave him a plate. Win Win. This was my first meal there and he was missing some essential kitchen utensils. Make it work--dinner must go on.
Ever felt like your kid is thinking "Mom's really not as funny as she thinks she is."
Ever spent 5 minutes killing pretend flies just to keep her laughing.
Ever not seen the clear plastic gloves hidden on the Spanish instruction manual—convinced your husband they must have forgotten to package yours and had him proceed to dye your hair, the sink and his hands jet black anyway.
Life is good--life is great--life is wonderful
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