The Bitter End

Why is it that I feel like such a procrastinator? Why is it also that every time we move we wait until the bitter end? It seems like each move is the same. I've even observed this behavior and promised that I wouldn't repeat such actions. But here we are, closing the month and you better believe we'll be here cleaning at midnight on Sunday, well aware of our own foolishness.

If You Think You're Having a Bad Day...

Then think of this bird I found on my patio that had a growth on the side of his face that was as large as his head. Then imagine trying to fly straight. I imagine he has to over compensate.

**sorry the picture isn't top quality, but it was taken through the window as not to add any more stress to this poor bird.

A Cause for Celebration

There really doesn't need to be a cause to celebrate with these fine ladies, but thanks to them for a great evening of pedicures and dinner to celebrate the upcoming arrival of "baby sister." I love you all!

Here's a fun game...guess which one is mine.

Movin' On Up

Doo doo doo, to the East side. Just like the Jefferson's, we're movin' on up, or down depending on how you choose to look at it. We're actually going to see what that "American dream" is all about. No more shrugs of the shoulders blaming a lame landlord or apathy toward yard maintenance. I asked Boo if this was my ten year anniversary gift and he replied, "Well it is a diamond in the rough." (shoulders shrugged)

Its actually not bad at all because it will be mine and I don't do junky. So next week when I sign my life away for a realized dream, give us a hoop and a holler for jumping in feet first.

The best part is that the commute will be one third the distance for Boo and can all be done on surface streets if he wants. We can even meet him for lunch on occasion without making up an excuse for being in the neighborhood and having to pack snacks for the journey. We'll even get our dad for an extra hour or two a day! That is worth the nights I lay in bed thinking about all the walls to paint and better (meaning cuter/stylish, however function is all Boo needs) ceiling fans I'd install.

Come visit anytime...from October to March.

I've Hit A Wall

Stick a fork in me, I'm done. The flies are driving me insane, and I think the culprit is our little pool in the back yard. It doesn't help that the door is constantly left open and when you ask Noelle to close it she will look at you plainly and say "No thanks." I can't sit outside for long for two reasons, one I can't get up out of the chair to fulfill all of Noelle's requests and two its to damn hot! My clothes are so boring at this point in pregnancy that I'd almost rather go naked. I wandered about Target looking at possible solutions to my problem, but I can't bring myself to buy anything when I know the end is so close. I just kept telling myself that I'd be so much more happy buying myself something fun when this baby is out. I'm already sick of packing boxes. I figure a couple boxes a day is sufficient, however by the time I get that far I'm pooped. So cleaning goes out the window as does any parenting strategies I thought I had before now. Noelle has decided to launch a revolt and is no longer the nice, compliant child she was even two weeks ago. She calls us "bobbin heads," which I'm not sure what it is but I've threatened vinegar and soap and she doesn't care. That's her personal insult to me. Maybe I am a bobbin head and just don't realize it. Needless to say, if you see a post on here and I've spontaneously combusted, you'll know why. I just have to get through the next month or so and hopefully I'll be blissed out on the idea of a new house and preparing to give birth. (Personally I'd rather do that right now than anything.)