oh lalalalalalalala. I will just have you know when you say ohlala in french-it isn't at all what we Americans think. It surely doesn't mean hey hot stuff-or check that out-or that is sexy, but it actually means is- oh crap-or what in the world-or its the awesomest way to say--oh that just ticks me off. (forgive all my horrible grammatical errors) I remember being at a cute little Laotian ladies house(Claire-maybe you remember her-you might of cut her nails when I so kindly volunteered you.) and somebody was doing something outside and she started saying-ohlala-ohlala and clicking her tongue. You may wonder why I'm writing this-who cares about the french and their ohlala, but I do! And I actually feel like screaming OHLALA!!! And who would have even know what I meant if I wouldn't have shared this lovely tidbit of information. OHLALA! You are probably asking yourself-what, why? It's simply because Life is hard. Am I sad? no. Am I upset? no. I just realize sometimes that life is just difficult. I might even say that I enjoy it's difficulty. You never trully know what to expect and if you think one thing another might happen. You have an idea of what you think may be, but it quickly changes. You look back and realize that it all works out well. I remember being completely overwhelmed, defeated and depressed and then I had this simple little thought come to my mind that said-turn around. I of course turned around and saw the most beautiful sunset that I've ever seen in my life. The sky literally looked like it was on fire and the sun was so brilliant. I knew at that moment that God surely lived and that he loved me. I realized that no matter how difficult it became that it would always work out and I'd turn around and look behind me and say-wow that was awesome.
What a day we had. What a day we had. I get tired again just thinking about it. Cory's car is getting the muffler put back on. I'm a little sad about it because Isaak and I could hear his car coming from over a block away when he was on his way home, but it's also a little embarrassing how loud it is. I'm sure it defied all noise ordinances. In any case, Isaak and I have been getting up a little early to take Cory to work, which is kind of fun because we get to see him more, but before dinner it's not kind of fun. It's kind of stinky because it's a hustle to get everything all put together. Yesterday I had to make dinner at about 3pm so I could get everything in. So back to yesterday. Isaak and I had just rolled our bushy little tails out of bed and both of us were still in pajamas. I was wearing my chacos and one of Cory's jackets and Isaak wanted to bring all of his blankets. Thankfully for some weird reason I threw his tennis shoes into the diaper bag...
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