As mentioned in the title of today's blog, it's been hot out here in the Pacific Northwest. And when I say hot, I mean HOT. Sweating buckets just sitting in front of the computer or reading HOT. Eating about 20 otter pops in a row HOT.
Eleventh circle of Hades hot.

And, also, I was scared that I was beginning to become depressed. Well, I shouldn't worry. After (okay, here's my TMI alert for you delicate readers) a full three months of no periods, it hits. I should have realized that the irratability and the cramps were related. Instead, I just thought that I ate something off and was spiraling into being a moody wench. No, just a step closer to normal, I think.

We took the kids to their first OFFICIAL beach trip on Saturday. We had gone to the coast before, when they were really little. We went to the Aquarium, since the weather wasn't up to us taking the little (LITTLE) munchkins onto the beach. THIS TIME, they got to step in the sand and feel the icy-cold seawater on their feet. (And I realized that the book I was reading aloud had the wrong form of "there" in it. Possessive instead of location, but that's a total aside). Zoë is now a beach baby. She loves the sand between her toes and the wind in her hair. Bruce is ... undecided. It would have been better if he wasn't hungry.
We were able to run into our friend, Sheri, who lives on the coast. We hadn't seen her for about four or five months. It was nice to surprise her be running into her at the Farmers' Market. (It's worth driving to the one on the coast due to the bread that Katie bakes. Yummm!!)

But getting to the proof of a loving God, there's a bit of back story:
As I've mentioned, it's totally hot here. As in triple digits. But mostly just the HIGH nineties. Ugh. And we're in an apartment with crap insilation. We have a window AC in our bedroom, but it's not really enough to cool the whole place, especially since the kiddos and I spend nearly all day in the living room. We have fans set up, but it's still really warm.
I had remarked to Michael, as we drove home last night from the in-laws', that I'd think about getting another window AC, but it'd be spending money that I don't want to spend (since I'm trying not to buy as many books, since we want to get into a HOUSE of our own, instead of throwing money down the drain on renting a place we don't love ... and, let's face it, we want a YARD and to be far away from people whose cigarrette smoke blows into our windows ... and if we could get a heat pump and AC all over the house, that's even better!).
We were at home for maybe 15 minutes before heading out to visit a family from church. Right before we left, another family from our ward calls us and asks us if we'd like their old air-conditioner, since they've just bought a new one! Sure, why not?? But not even twenty minutes ago, I was saying how nice it'd be to ge the place cooler ... and then ...!! Wow. I was gaping, really. Michael laughed. But it's nice to have rather immediate proof that you've loved. ^_^

And Sally will appreciate this TMI tidbit about my cell-phone hideaway ... I was at my in-laws and stuck it in there. My mom-in-law laughed and one of Michael's sisters asked to see my phone. Without eve thinking, I took her at the very literal meaning of "see" and pulled my neckline down so that she got a good view of my cellphone in its spot. Mom C started cracking up. (Sally, as that happened, I so thought that you'd like that story. Hope you do!)

I've been reading Stephen King, trying to see if I really like him as an author, since I've only read one book by him before. I'm making my way through some of his shor stories before tackling "The Shining" and "The Tommyknockers". In his collection, "Everything's Eventual", the freakiest story is "1408." But in the collection "Four Past Midnight", I'm enjoying (still in the middle, since my kindern won't stop fussing due to the hot, hot, stuffy weather) "The Landoliers." I'm only about halfway through it, and I don't know if I want it to end.

Okay, gotta close up before I get all PMS-y and yell at my babies for their incessant squallings. Deep breaths, girl. It's hot and uncomfortable and you're crampy and sweaty ... but it's not their fault. Be like Dad C and blame it on the weatherman. :P

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