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I’m Alive

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And my little man has been surprisingly amicable.  Maybe it’s all the trips to Dairy Queen, or perhaps that I let him sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed during the thunderstorm.

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 Whatever the case may be, I’m just enjoying our one-on-one time.  Daddy doesn’t get home till Friday, but don’t try to come rob me because a) you’ll still have a lot of boxes to sort through to find any good stuff, and b) I sleep with a knife when he’s gone.  True story.  D thinks it would be pretty ineffective against an assailant, but I argue it’s much MORE effective than a gun I don’t know how to use.

(Before you jump all over me, NO, the knife is not in the bed where my kid is.)

Speaking of boys and relative naughtiness… 

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 The furry one on the left got away from me this morning when he spotted a neighbor out for a run.  So I had to chase him, in heels, while my neighbor followed behind screaming “I’ll help you!!!” 

A runner, I am not.  Add in a dress and 120 pound dog and you’ve got yourself one cranky girl.  Someone isn’t getting a pig ear tonight.

 I bought this picture at an antique store recently. 

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On the back in faded writing it says “Dutch Farmer ’19″.  I like it a lot, but then I watched an episode of Paranormal State and this family was being harrassed by the ghost of a mean old railroad worker, of whom they dug up an old photo and the girl was all “OMG, that’s totally him!” (cut to amateur drawing of ghost that looks exactly like a stick figure).  But it caused me to wonder if those things work in reverse.  Maybe this farmer’s ghost really liked this picture of himself and I just attached him to my wall.  THEN I started worrying about the buffalo skulls we have in the basement and what their spirits might thing about being a decoration.  It’s not like we’re using them as goblets, drinking wine out of them ala Lestat, but still… I’d be fighting mad if it were my dome.  Unless you bejeweled it first.

Long story to basically tell you that is the first and only piece of art we have hung in the house.  We don’t want to get too crazy till the walls are painted.  To date, we have one half of one room painted.  I’m thinking of leaving the rest as D’s welcome home gift.

What are you doing for Mother’s Day?  I plan to not paint.

 

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The Ruler of My Universe

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Admission: I may have opened up a new post page with the singular intention of complaining about the terrible two’s that have invaded my house.  Or as I like to call it “hell is just a sauna”.

I even called my mom last night to inform her that “I literally cannot fathom why people would intentionally do this more than once.”

But when I think back on our weekend, my brain does a funny thing.  It skips over all the tantrums, yelling, and limp noodle episodes.  It focuses on the little old lady who coo’d over my little guy and asked his name.

Junior: “Poop, booger, cow.”

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And I giggle and decide everything will be all right.

That is, I’m sure, until I get home tonight. 

D, aka: The Enforcer, is away on bid-ness and I’m going to have to field the demands for “ocleet (chocolate) milk” and “nandy” (candy) for breakfast solo. 

Two year olds aren’t exactly interested in your opinion regarding public nudity and why he can’t just pull his britches down in front of the waitress at T-Rex Cafe.

I have my suspicions that this eye lid twitch is an omen to my impending doom.

If you haven’t heard from me in 48 hours, send help.

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Know What’s Fun?

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One of my favorite things to read is when bloggies don’t have anything in particular to talk about so they’re like… What do you want to know?

You don’t want to hear about my unpacking of boxes, we’re going out of town this week, and I’ve got nothing.

So fire away.  I know you’ve got to be just burning with questions like, Which school of thought do you belong to regarding creation vs. evolution?  Was there a second shooter on the grassy knoll?  What IS your natural hair color?

I’ll enlighten when I get back.  In the meantime, here’s a picture of my kid riding a plunger.

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A Little Raw

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I’ve got a raging case of the Mondays.  Heads up.

First things first: Hey, Mother Nature!  You punk-butt string of expletives!  You and your snow made me cancel my kid’s birthday party! 

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He was largely unaffected, but still.  How could you??  I have two dozen cupcakes to try not to eat before Saturday.

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We’re having a barnyard themed party this year and guess what his grandparents got him?

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Those are baby ducks, you guys.  An alive present.  They are adorable.

Speaking of houses… (not that we were – but I want to now).  Apparently “at” closing and “toward” closing mean two very different things.  Unfortunately for us, that detail lay dormant for the past 5 1/2 weeks.  We are supposed to close on Thursday; I have my doubts that will be happening.  Hence my shaky emotional state and the title of this post.

Which brings me to comfort food.  I made a roast.

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A roast that bathes in an entire stick of butter.  You should make it too.  It’ll improve your emotional state, whatever it may be.

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Postponed.

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You know how I said the movers were coming last week?  And you guys were all really sweet with the well wishing?  Well.  The Blizzard of Oz hit and they postponed for Tuesday.  When round two of snowmageddon is scheduled to hit.  However, it’s only supposed to be another foot on top of the foot currently on the ground, so I’m not really worried.

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Except that my pants are on fire because I’m completely worried!  We close on Friday, y’alls!  They want two days to pack, and one day to move.  D is in Texas for two weeks, and I’m at a complete loss because since this is a company relocation, I have zero control over the rest.  We’ve cleaned everything but the floors, so I need to get back up there one more time to make sure the place is shining for the new owners. 

Which, by the way, I heard from and they are completely delightful!  Hiiiiii, Mrs. “O”!

Backing up.

Jr. spent the night Wednesday night with my in-laws, because they usually get him at least one day a week.  D went to work.  Then it started to snow and my office closed.  I was home all alone, and my boys were snowed in where they were.  I’d already cancelled the satellite and we hadn’t gone grocery shopping because we didn’t want to move food.  It got dire, friends.  I was down to a little wine and half a box of girl scout cookies.  I was about to gnaw my way through the snow to the nearest Chipotle.

But it was kind of nice to have a little time to say goodbye to the house.

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I didn’t starve, and my boys eventually made their ways home.  After working for 48 hours straight,

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D came home and shoveled the driveway, made Junior a snowman, AND an igloo.  Daddy of the year!

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Bill also really enjoyed the snow day.

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We did make our way over to my parents, but this post is already kind of long so I’ll tell the tales of their insufferable hospitality on another day.

Until then, wish us (and the movers, and the new home owners) luck!

~moi

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Front Porch Sittin’

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So far, I’ve done pretty ok with the whole idea of moving.  I try to look forward to the good things ahead of us, and not focus on everything we’re leaving behind.

But then I accidentally stumbled onto some pictures of Junior.  His daddy was left to finish building our house which took a lot, a lot of time.  Time that Junior and I would often spend together outside on the front porch.

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They are bittersweet memories.  Bitter, because D should never have had to have done all that work and missed so much time with Junior.  Sweet, because I did get that precious time.  D gave up a lot, a lot to give his family this nice of a house so in turn it doesn’t really feel like I’m giving up much to move out of it for his new position.  He earned it, and he deserves every bit of it.

I asked him the other night what he’s going to do with all his free time now that he doesn’t have a house to build. 

“Play with my kid!”

And then my heart exploded.  And a simple truth was reinforced: we are doing the right thing.

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#notimpressed

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Growing up (all the way up until I was about 29) I didn’t think I wanted kids.  I just didn’t get it.  Why invite the chaos of the grubby little sticky little money burning dream eaters?  What’s the draw, exactly?

Then I met D and my ovaries exploded and I got it.  I can’t explain it… but I got it.

We have less than pleasant times, to be sure.  Take last night for example.  Junior was cruising around on his four-wheeler (if riding four-wheelers in the house is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right) when he noticed me close his bathroom door.  And screamed his bloody head off.  Or when he was in the tub and I shut the water off and he screamed his bloody head off.  Or when I poured him white milk instead of chocolate milk and he screamed his bloody head off.

Sidenote: It’s kind of no wonder I never wanted any rugrats.  Notice these are the typical stories shared amongst mothers?  Oh, the horror.

Anyway, for being so adverse to the idea of rearing little childrens.. I somehow still ended up with the coolest one ever. 

A picture from his first Christmas.

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And a picture I received this morning of his second Christmas.

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Slays.  Me.  If you find yourself on the fence about making babies, I say go for it.  They’re actually pretty cool.

In other news – cross your fingers for us.  The epic house hunt of 2013 begins tomorrow and we ride at dawn!  Actually we leave at 10:00am from a mutually agreed upon McDonalds parking lot.  But still… onward, ho!

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