Doppleganger

Now that we know there are two of them, there is only one question. Which one is the evil one?

BTW, I think I saw those dance moves at my wedding.

Really!?!

Adults discussing the candidates in the presidential election of the greatest and most powerful country in the world sounds surprisingly like merciless teenage girls talking about prom queen candidates.  

"Barack is hot but not black enough."

"Biden seems drunk all the time and doesn't respect his own wife."

"McCain is too pale and too old, he could die any second."

"Palin will neglect her down syndrome baby if she becomes VP."

I hope people don't vote based on this kind of stuff.

πr²h

I hate feeling like I don't fit into somebody's square hole.  So what if I'm a round peg, SO WHAT!  I guess it's my own problem because I will never fit into everyone's square holes (or whatever shape hole it is.)  I should just be confident being the peg that I am.  

Remember in high school when your BFFs and yourself were all the same shaped peg.  There was comfort in that?  But there was no depth.  

I suppose a little discomfort being the exact peg that you are is better than shallow faking to be a square peg.  I guess the only thing to do is to move towards being proud to be the peg that I am.

So there, I am a round peg....round, round, round!

Stayin' Alive

So the wedding was beautiful and I cried my eyes out like a senior without a date to the prom. I am ridiculous.
We came, we saw, we danced, we conquered.
My favorite uncle danced a little disco.

My son danced to La Bamba with his Nana, which he loved. I think the "bloons" (balloons) were his favorite part though.



I am in a funk today. Wanting to do something with nothing to do. Well, that's not entirely true. I could call someone and do something but nothing sounds fun. Husband and I are going to go do something outdoorsy later. But at this moment, I am in limbo. Alas, I will suck it up and clean the house.  Ho hum.

Who's Bad

In attempt to avoid whining, I am simply giving an update today.

My youngest cousin is getting married tomorrow.  Married!  Weird.  It wasn't weird to me until I was at the shower and I had one of those moments where you feel like you're in a sitcom.  Suddenly all of the chatter of, "ooooh dishes and aaaah crockpots", turned into distant echoes.   This man sitting in the middle of the room with his future wife appeared to me to be five.  Laughing not about the number of crockpots but at Pee-Wee's playhouse on my grandmother's cabinet teevee.  I almost cried but refused because the shower was about him and not my nostalgic moment.  

Below is a glimpse of his younger days.

Where's the baby?

"Thayr-ee-bay-bee!"

take my house...please

My dad's estate is officially closed, which kinda makes me want to puke.  Like it's officially over.  Not that he is anymore dead or anything.   Not sure how to explain it.  Anyway, blech.

I still have two FREAKIN' houses.  Looks like renting is inevitable.  There is nothing worse than feeling like your life is on hold...indefinitely.

The good news?  I have a wonderful husband, wonderful baby, a nice home...two actually, and oh yeah, I am able to have conversations with the God of the Universe.

Why am I such a whiner?

It's on Now Baby

Dear Legion of Ants invading my kitchen,

You must know that you are not welcome in my home.  First, your front lines were annihilated, and any survivors were sent with a message back to the camp.  Second, I bought agents for chemical warfare from the Cook's man.  Although there has been little change in Scout activity I must believe there is an impact at your camp.   So called "home remedies" or guerrilla warfare seems to have little effect only slowing down your men.  But make no mistake, I will be victorious.  This is nothing personal, I have no prejudices against ants.  The yard is Switzerland, but you are just not welcome in my home.  If your persistence continues I will search for your camp and genocide will be the only option.  Again, this is nothing personal but you entered my home.

Respectfully,

Crooked Toes

Ups and Downs

Tomorrow is weigh in.  Earlier this week I was at -9, but usually I'm up by a pound by weigh in day b/c of weekend indulgences.  My clothes are more loose, so that is a Yay!  

Still plenty of pounds to lose before I get pregnant again, so that is a Boo.  But -9 is a big deal for me so, it's a 1/2 boo!  It's like WooBoo!

There is no more work to be done on our house that is for sale, so that is a Yay!

Still no offers on the house, Boo.

Two open houses coming up, Yay.

My son is always classy, Yay!