Baby Phase 2

Baby phase #2 is complete. Hubby was home over the weekend, and despite me being sick and Taylor having a mysterious cough, a good time was had by all. We went North to see family and go to a bridal shower. Hubby, a cousin and Zack went to get some new soccer gear. Hubby and I had all day Monday together, which was awesome. That never happens. Ever. It was so nice, just to hang out with him.

Hubby and I have talked before about our relationship...we often wonder if we are the odd ones, or if our friends are the odd ones. We truly enjoy one anothers company. We don't really annoy each other much. Sometimes, but not much! We talk a lot. We like to spend one on one time together....we value and even crave it sometimes because our date nights, and general time together is so few and far between. Some friends of ours on the other hand....are quite the opposite. It seems like one spouse drives the other one nuts. They don't really do much just themselves together, nor do they necessarily want to. It seems like they prefer time away from each other.

I don't really understand the point of being married if you don't like to spend time with your partner. Tolerating each other must make couples miserable! Why bother? Is it that they're afraid to be alone? They can't do any better? It makes me sad to be honest. I think a husband and a wife should have a close relationship. They should like each other for crying out loud! Happy couples, create happy environments, who have happy lives. Am I wrong?

Just my .02 cents.

Lemon Chalet Cremes

These are evil evil little cookies. But they are SO DAMN GOOD! I'm of course talking about Girl Scout Cookies. I really hate that the boxes are about half the size of what they used to be...but yet typically cost more. Stupid inflation!

The Lemon Chalet Cremes are my favorite Girl Scout Cookie...most people like the Tagalongs, or the Thin Mints. I'm weird...I like the lemon. I only bought one box this year...and it's already gone. I think I am going to have to go search out more. I'm like a feene. I need my fix. Forget about the other 4 boxes on my counter...I want more of these. What was I thinking about getting a variety?? I think there is an expression that goes something like "variety is the spice of life," or something to that effect.

I guess that could translate into what's going on in my life as well. The variety of moving to a new place, well new old to me, and starting over. It's an adventure, right? I need to keep reminding myself of that. I know I'll love picking new things out for our future home. I'll love sorting things out, and putting them where I want. I know all of us will love visiting new places and even some old ones a little more often.

An adventure.

A challenge

The spice of life!

Dear Charlie Sheen:

Get a freaking grip. Please for the love of God. For your innocent children. They do not deserve this behavior from their father. You are a crazy ass junky. You don't look well. You're not well. Have you looked in the mirror lately?? You look like death. You're knocking on death's door. Take an honest couple of weeks and get away from everyone, and sober up. Look at the mess you've created, and let someone help you. Actions have consequences. You've cost people their jobs. You've lost your kids. You've lost friends, family. What's next? You're life?

Step away from the internet! And the machetes. And the drugs.

You're NOT "winning" moron!

Drugs are bad kids, drugs are bad.

Strong Woman

The other day one of my best friends and I were talking, and she paid me the sweetest, nicest compliment. I can't even remember what it was we were talking about, but at the end of what ever our discussion/gab session/bitch fest was, she said I was the strongest person she knew.

Wow! It took me by surprise a little. Me? Really? I don't feel like I'm a very strong person. I try my best, but I feel like I fall short a lot, and in a lot of ways. I feel like I should be stronger. I think I should be able to do more. I should be able to do things perfectly and effortlessly. Somewhere, deep down, I know it's not possible.
Maybe I have a good suit of armor that portrays that on the outside to people...I wonder if I really make it look easier than it is? Because it's not easy. At all. There are so many times I feel like I'm going to crack from all the pressure. Especially lately. I do crumble. I do stumble. I do fall. But I have pick myself up and dust myself off, and start over.

It was the nicest compliment I think anyone, aside from hubby, has ever given me. I'm flattered anyone would say that to me. To me, I'm just living life, day to day, trying to get through all the little hurdles and challenges. I don't know any other way. I don't have a choice. This is my life. I have to live it, and I hope people can see I'm doing the best I can.

Bidding War!

A bidding war is what every homeowner wants when selling their house. Today our house was shown three separate times. Made for a long day away, but out of those three separate showings, there were two offers made. I came home in between showing two and three. I had ran to the store and had to put a couple things away. I knew the last showing was my personal realtor and her client, so it was no big deal if I was present while the house was being shown. As soon as she walked in she told me there was a definite offer being made and possibly a second also.

In the time that it took my realtor to show her client my house, the previous realtor came back and handed her the first offer. In my driveway.

Wow. Is this for real? That was fast. Too fast. When my realtor and her client left I was about in tears, when I happened to look outside. I could see the two realtors talking talking to each other. I knew what was coming. I had to do some deep breathing before she came back to the door.

So offer one was good. It's a good solid offer. Offer two just came and it's also another good offer. Offer one is in no rush, and will probably give us until the first week of May. Offer two needs the house ASAP because she is pregnant and only has 8 weeks left. That reminds me so much of where we were when we bought this house. I was pregnant with Taylor then, due at any moment. Fast forward 6 years, and here we are trying to figure out which offer to take to sell our house.

Big, Big decisions to be made.

Hard decisions.

It's real. It's here, whether we like it or not.

When I grow up

When I grow up I want to be Oprah. Is it too late? Am I too old? Don't laugh...I think she's a brilliant woman. She annoys the crap out of hubby. To the point he can't stand her. I guess it's because she promotes herself on everything. All her magazine covers, etc. She didn't get to where she is today by chance though...it was hard work and a hell of a lot of determination. I admire that.

I've been watching her network (OWN), and I love to watch the behind the scenes show. I am totally all about the behind the scenes. A year ago I went to The View, and was just in awe of how it all comes together. As brilliant as Oprah is, she has several even more brilliant people working for her as a team. It's amazing. That is something that I could be apart of. Not that I have any experience, mind you. But as stressful as it would be, it would have to be fun. They all seem to really love what they do. That's rare now days. I know I will face having to return to work after we've moved...wonder if I will be able to find something unique that I will love?

My house is officially for sale

And all I want to do is rip the sign out of the yard and throw it down the street...wait, scratch that. I would like to put it in the neighbor's yard. Hahaha...evil yes...but he deserves it for being a doushebag. He's the neighborhood scrooge....word around the street is he is letting his son have the house now. Yeah, every 21 year old kid needs a big house to worry about, right?

But...I digress. The sign went in the yard on the 28th of February. Yesterday! The house officially went into the "system" today. The house was shown for the first time this evening! To say this is going to be a whirl wind is an understatement. I'm not ready...I don't think I could ever be ready. I just have to roll with it, so roll with it I will.