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!

houses and heebeegeebees

First of all, please pray that my house will sell.  Someone is looking at it tonight and there are open houses next friday and the next.  It would relieve a ton of stress.

Second of all, I hate ants and earwigs are gross!

Yay for Vacation!

Anna Ruby Falls Hike

The other highlights were the hotel pool and Babyland General Hospital (where Cabbage Patch Babies are born).   At the "hospital" there were a TON of babies and my son repeated over and over, "bay-bee, bay-bee".

Our Mountain Home

We are going on a mini vacation this weekend.  Hawaii is on hold until the house sells.  This mini vacation is in no way luxurious or extravagant but I am excited.  It will be so nice to get away from real life and pretend to be someone else.

Once at Biltmore I pretended that it was my home and all the other people there came to see how wonderful my home was.  Husband was not so into the fantasy, but I had fun.

Is that weird?  Nevermind, I know it's odd.  I was entertained and that was the purpose anyway.

I miss you, daddy.

The time to close my dad's estate is coming near.  I'm just waiting on a check to clear the bank.  It is weird to think about, mainly because daddy's death has been very businessy for me.  I wonder what it'll be like when it is no longer businessy.  Not that it was all businessy, I did my share of wailing and gnashing of teeth.  I missed him a lot today.  I cried, which is unusual.  

I don't really believe that God allows people in heaven to hear our thoughts or voices but sometimes it feels better to say to my dad silently, " I miss you" or "I love you."  I don't have conversations or hear things back or anything weird like that.  I desperately want to tell him about my son and what he is like.  My dad was going to be the "favorite grandparent, without even trying."

I don't know if we know people or recognize them in heaven, buy I hope so.

I'll never be hungry again... well, maybe but at least I'm losing weight

I started weight watchers last week and lost 3.8 lbs.  I'm not really sure how that happened since every other diet I ever tried didn't work.  In the past I have jogged 1-3 mi. EVERY day but did not change my food intake and lost nothing.  Anyway, yay for weight watchers!

It's been 7 months since my dad died and I still think of him every day.  That sounds like something overly dramatic that Scarlet O'Hara type people say, but it's true.  I am a little Scarletish though.  Anyway, there are usually no tears involved or gnashing of teeth but sadness and a lack of understanding.  Not that I need to understand, that's just what I'm feeling.

I usually think of him while I'm rocking my son.  I suppose that is one of the only "quiet" times I have during the day.

My son is 13  months and talks alot!  Most of it cannot be understood.  I'm am only greatful for that when he is mad and is undoubtedly cussing.  My favorite baby language things now are when he hears a dog he says "woo, woo" in a deep voice.  And when something that was hidden is found he says, "ther ee ees", meaning "there it is".