Blogging in a good mood!!

Doesn't happen often, hmmm?  :-) 
I had this tidy little list of things that Evan and I could get done during this week so we would be ready to tackle some more of the big tasks this weekend, but it was not meant to be.  Cub scouts was Monday night; then last night Evan was rushing around trying to get ready for a spur-of-the-moment work trip (he called Tuesday evening to tell me).  So I bathed the dogs, brought them inside, put Monty back outside, and mentally tried to prepare myself for these days.  And they haven't been half bad. 
Today we had friends over for lunch, and the kids played well!  Gimli has been wonderful inside; the kids LOVE having him to snuggle/wrestle/play with/talk to.  I didn't realize how much distraction he affords. 
After the friends left I had to figure out what I was going to teach today at Kids for Christ (at the public school just down my street).  When I agreed to volunteer I was told that I would probably only be teaching every other lesson (it's every Wednesday).  Not so.  ha  But it has worked well, and the kids think I could be a singer.  ;-)  It's been fun and stretching and sometimes a bit to reminiscent of my teaching days, but I'm glad of the opportunity.  It was actually an answer to prayer (God, please show me a way to give out in which I can involve my children without signing my family time away).  And, randomly, this dropped in my lap.  Next week is our last week, and I am a bit sad that I will probably not be returning next year.  Today the kids were off the chain.  I was told that testing had begun.  ;-) 
After KFC, I came back to the house, dropped off my guitar, and headed to the grocery store.  Noelle had still not napped.  We made it through the grocery store and got home relatively unscathed; then the kids and I ate pizza in the living room and watched a movie.  Why do I not turn the tv on more often?  I really need to use that thing to my advantage, especially when Evan is gone.  I am a much happier mother whenever I've had a bit of a break before the bedtime routine.  Oh, and it was hilarious because Gimli came around into the living room all on alert...there were dogs barking in the movie and he was not too sure about that.  ;-)  He had to come and lay down in the living room with us for comfort; I mean, it could've have been for the pizza or anything. 
So, I have made a happy blog post.  I figured I should since the last few have been written in despondent moods. 
Randomness:
I wish Nathan would stop asking people their age in the stores.  I think I'll have to talk to him about that.  He just says whatever pops into his mind.
Noelle makes rather obnoxious noises at people.  I do not completely understand that child.
I have discovered that Monty does not like eating his own poop.  He always poops in the dog kennel (which is, surprise, surprise, where the dogs must stay now); when I open the dog kennel to let Gimli use the bathroom (poor dog always holds it), Monty runs out to eat Gimli's old poop.    It would be more convenient if he would eat his own poop; I wouldn't have to clean the kennel out twice a day. 
Gimli stayed inside by himself without a crate today because the crate is covered with cabinet doors in the garage.  I was going to put him in the dog kennel outside while I was doing my running around, but Monty had soiled it.  Gimli was wonderful and didn't touch a thing.  Isn't he sweet?  So the only strike against Gimli is that he hates the dog kennel and tries to escape if there is even the slightest rumble of thunder. 
And I'm rambling now.