There is NO healthy food in our house right now except grapes. On Tuesday, I ate a PopTart, a frozen pizza, and Cheetos.
I wish that our thieves had found the digital camera that was charging in Seth's bathroom the morning of our burglary. It was the one thing I would have been happy to replace (read: upgrade). Instead, they only took the very specific USB cord we need to get pictures off this camera, which explains why my posts have been picture-less this month. Sorry; I'm not sure when that'll be remedied.
I'm considering buying $30/yd. fabric for master bedroom window treatments. I know; insanity.
I have a name I think I really, really like for the Itty Bit, but I'm afraid to tell Jim, for fear he'll dislike it. Hmm...to find a diplomatic way to present it....
I'm very selfishly hoping that my closest girlfriend here in town will NOT be moving to Memphis is August....but, alas, I don't think I'll get my wish. And I'm just so disappointed in the timing of it all.
I'm already looking forward to decorating for the holidays. I know, more insanity. But the holidays were so disjointed for us in 2008, between the miscarriage, the packing, the move, the displacement, vacation. I can't wait to host Thanksgiving in my new home with my new son in attendance, and hand Seth's adorable stocking from our mantle.
I'm desperately trying to blog daily; I don't know if it's some weird internal goal, or if I'm enjoying seeing my traffic increase. I guess a little of both. And I'm finding that no matter what my motivation, as long as y'all don't mind reading whatever nonsense spills forth, that the daily writing is very cathartic for me. Yea for anything that keeps the blood pressure down!
I've got mixed feelings about the craziness that is our May calendar. Every weekend is booked, we are ridiculously busy with work, church, friends, home, each other. I mean, I know that that is just LIFE, but still, I know I'm going to blink and it's going to be June, and June means summer-for-real, and summer is when the baby comes, and holy cow, how is it already mid-August?!? (See how my brain works?)
And this final confession is for one person only, and I hope it makes her smile and doesn't offend her: I don't like banana bread. =) But my boys do, so all is well. Just giving fair warning.