Siding going up! {And news on my other grandma}

D had some days off in a row! And spent much of the time out at the land. His dad helped start on the siding. A couple of days were spent putting trim around all the window and doors. Then they started on the siding. Here's the back of the house. No this is not the color it will be, this is the color of the Hardiplanks.

Here's another side. The giant wall. D was goofing off--'up against the wall and spread em!' I said 'oh just like the night we met...' HA! No I did not meet my husband on the job.

This is all exciting and great, but in other news, my Grandma (my dad's mom) is in the hospital. She's 89 and has been having chest pains. She has a pacemaker, but is in excellent health otherwise. After an angioplasty it was determined that she needs four way bypass. Major open heart surgery. She was scheduled for Friday, but it was bumped up to Thursday. Now though they have moved her to ICU and put her on a nitro drip. The doc may decide today to do the surgery even earlier. We're just waiting on news.

I am trying to accept that the outcome may not be good. But really? I just am having a hard time wrapping my brain around it. I wish I could go a see her for a minute, but she is getting tons of visitors and I feel like she doesn't need more. I think I will try to get a card up to her today if my dad goes to see her.

Keep her in your prayers if you can. Thanks for stopping by!

Signs of Spring

Day One of the little flowers in an egg pot:

Winter can really drag me down. Maybe I have that Seasonal Affective Disorder. Okay probably not, I don't really have all those symptoms, I just get tired of gloomy weather.

But for sure the last couple of months have held their fair share of stress: this pregnancy, building the house, Memaw's passing, trying to agree on a name for the baby.

Things are starting to look brighter though. We finally agreed on a name. I think.

Mitchell Dane.

Little d wrinkled her nose at first. She really liked Henley. But finally she agreed it was ok. Little m copied sister and then said with a soft little grin "Mishie" and don't know that I've heard anything cuter than that in my whole life.

So here you go kid--you're likely getting the name Mitchell. And around our house, chances are you'll be Mishie. We love you already.

It's starting to look like Spring around here.

Day Nine taken this morning:

Oh and because I know you all are wondering what on earth his moniker will be here since we already have a Little m and a Little d. How about Little md. Kinda cute, huh?

Look what I finished!!

Can you believe I actually got one thing checked off of my to-do list? I completed Little m's Christening blanket. (No she hasn't been baptized yet, I think we'll do her and the new one at the same time this summer.) But finally it's complete! And this--in case you were wondering-- was such complicated pattern for me. It uses a pineapple pattern in the border. (It's a Terry Kimbrough pattern.)






I think Little m likes it. Well she for sure likes me taking pictures of her...




Yesterday we spent the whole day at the land. Oh my, I can't keep that up it KILLS my back. But here are the girls being silly and taking a little break in the future living room.





Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the comments on my health care bill rant the other day. I really hope things work out. I am afraid this may divide our country in a way we have not seen in our lifetime...



Have a good weekend all! I'm doing my WS tonight and guess what?? Five attendees and two of them want two packets each...that's a total of seven! Pretty cool!

I held off as long as I could

I know most of you found this blog through scrapbooking avenues. And maybe you stayed because of my rapturous humor, or my stunning papercrafting talent, BUT this really is a personal blog with a little scrapbooking thrown in. And if you've been reading for any length of time you know I love a good political discussion.


And boy is there something to discuss now. I really tried to just leave it out. Don't write about and they won't build it. Gosh you can tell I didn't even like field of dreams by that lame-o reference.


This is your warning. This is a political post. A conservative-constitutional-clinging-to-my-guns-and-religion-go-away-big-government-political-post. Keep reading at your own risk. :)

You know I said in the first paragraph up there that I love a good political discussion, but truth is I am tired of discussing. I am tired of hearing liberals/progressives/Marxists/whatever label they wear tearing down our country. I am tired to the point of pissed to hear how government owes the less fortunate something--that somehow the haves owe the have nots.

I could rant about the health care bill. Because let's face it--it was passed by a congress full of paid whores. This is the part where I normally would apologize for such language--not wanting to offend any one's gentle ears. But you were warned. And this is my blog and, someday, a journal for my children. So I'm not apologizing. Not for my opinion, not for my language.

But it's much much deeper than health care. It started long ago before I was born with entitlement programs. Somehow it came to pass that people in charge thought it was a good idea to give people who don't have as much a little piece of the pie that someone else has. That someone else worked to get.

Now this is the part where most of the liberals I know will jump in and say "but don't you think that everyone should have food?" Sure. Tell them to join a church group. Or tell them to depend on family, or a community-based organization that helps the needy, a big corporation that gives millions to help the less fortunate. Because guess what? That's what would happen if the government wouldn't take care of people. Did you hear the story about the homeless guy (I can't remember but I think it was in Houston) who made thousands panhandling?

Americans are generous. But the balance is shifting. You can only have so many people on the government rolls. Eventually there won't be enough paying into the system. And then what? This is why Socialism and Marxism fail everywhere they are tried. Incidentally so has socialist medicine.

I had a really good discussion with my OB/GYN today. He asked how I was doing and I said, 'well I'm a little worried about this health care bill.' And he went into a twenty minute soapbox speech about how this bill will ruin our country. I learned alot from someone I respect on the inside of the issue. Here's some of the highlights:

• 80% of the patients he delivers at the hospital are on medicaid.
• I, as an insured, married, knows-who-the-father-is patient, am in the very small minority.
• When I deliver, the nurses at the hospital will actually talk about me and tell the other nurses to "go look" because there is an actual married couple with a family in that room.
• It costs my OB money to see a medicaid patient. He actually loses money.
• He would rather see an elderly medicare patient for free than a medicaid patient. But the government won't allow him to see them for free.
• He recently delivered a medicaid patient who had in her room a Sony laptop, not one but two Ipods, and a digital Rebel.
• He said 'get ready to see a dramatic decrease in level of care and get ready to wait in line.'

He's a small business owner. He says you 'can't get rich being a doctor.' Between the overhead, and paying employees, and low reimbursement, he said he almost lives 'paycheck to paycheck'. How sad is that? He is one of the best OBs in the area with a reputation for being a leading fertility specialist. He has all kinds of diplomas for fellowships and degrees on his wall. He's worked hard to learn his job and hone his skills. He volunteers his services to programs for underprivileged patients. Why should he bear any more burden by the health care system?

For that matter why should any small business bear the burden? There is some kind of mistaken thought pattern in this country when it is okay to punish the people making money. That's what this whole country was founded on, was it not? Freedom from persecution and freedom to pursue your dreams?

My parents have worked hard their entire lives. Around the time I graduated high school my parents had a wonderful opportunity. Because they had amazing credit and land as collateral they were able to buy a small business--a gas station. My dad is a high school drop out who earned his GED and went into the military. He worked various jobs, sometimes my mom also worked part time. When they got money ahead they bought land, traded land. Not enormous amounts, but enough to help them finance a loan for a small business.

The American dream. You know what? The American dream is a huge pain in the ass to upkeep. First of all, try to keep employees (who won't embezzle $12,000 or who will actually show up to work) to cover the shifts you need. Next, comply with government regulations from environmental, tax, licensing. After that, work with vendors. Vendors who place other regulations on you--you get this price if you put this display here. And the least of your worries? Customers shoplifting or gas drive offs.

But don't worry because soon a huge chain will come in and put you completely out of business. (Ironically after you survived near debranding from Shamrock Gas.)

It's hard to make a small business work. Even when you work long hours every day, even when you look out for your employees and give them bonuses at holidays and time off when they want to hang out with their friends and loans when they are struggling, and even when you comply with state and federal laws. So why would anyone think that imposing more taxes and regulations on businesses is a good idea anytime...let alone in this economy?

Oh but Meredith you're just saying all this because you have insurance.

Yes you're right. I have insurance. I have amazing insurance. Do you know why? I went to college-local cheaper community college. Worked hard and got a degree. Graduated with honors. I stayed clean and sober. I went to the police academy. I got a job. I saved enough money and put it into a CD so that later it would be the down payment for our house. I met a guy who had the same values as me. A guy who went to college earned three degrees, got a great job that has great insurance that allows me to stay at home and take care of our children. We don't spend more money than we have--except to have a home mortgage and one car loan. We don't run up credit card debt. We live by the rules. We pay taxes.

And now we are trying to buy a piece of land with our dream home on it. Because we deserve it. Because we are working for it. Not because we are owed it. And if my husband loses his job, we will make radical adjustments. We will delve into savings and investments. We won't immediately think of welfare. I will immediately try to find a job, as will he. (Right now I could sign up to be a substitute in the school system and make about $70 a day.) We will re-finance, sell off possessions, what ever it takes to become self sufficient again. That includes leaning on family if need be.

I am so disgusted by what's going on in our country...not just the health care bill, but the whole mentality. Okay. I'm done for now. I'm sure I could go on, but I'll save it for another time.

Oops and for the record books, all is well with baby and me. Weigh in was 157.

Easter Joy

Do you realize it's almost Easter? We survived a nasty cold wet winter and our reward is SPRING! The Shabby Tea Room has another challenge this week to use spring for inspiration, and I immediately thought of Easter eggs. It also challenged us to use stitching on our project.

I hope you can see the white stitched border. I thought about coloring it with a marker, but I had worked so long to get this card just right that I hated to screw it up at the last minute.

Here's something else I just learned. You can use the landscape setting on your camera to make the background look fuzzy while the foreground is crisp. Love that!!

I also incorporated the Mojo Sketch this week.

In case you were interested in how I did the eggs; I stamped the solid background in second generating ink. I stamped the pattern on top in second generation Desert Sand. Then I used a sponge dauber to ink a shaded area in the colored ink and then used another dauber to make a slight shadow with the Desert Sand. Oh and the ribbon slide has another egg pattern stamped on it to create that faux wood grain.

Thanks for stopping by!

Details: All CTMH unless noted

Paper: colonial white cs, vanilla cream cs, bamboo textured cs

Ink: sorbet, sweet leaf, creme brulee, desert sand

Stamps: Easter Eggs, Soul Mates---for sentiment

Other: ribbon, ribbon slide, finishing files, sanding block, sponge dauber, sewing machine and thread.

Dad's Birthday card plus one

This first one is the "plus one". Soft and Simple. I wanted to make it into a thinking of you card, but the image was so big I didn't know where to put the sentiment! I random stamped the damask image on pink pattern paper.







Here's what I decided to do for my dad's bday card. I wanted something different and my acetate sheets fell off the shelf when I was looking for a stamp set. Voila!

It's kinda cute, not sure it really sure fits my dad, but I didn't want to do another golf card. {wink}

Thanks for stopping by!
Details: all CTMH unless noted

Flower card:
Paper: pink pattern (K&Co) desert sand cs, colonial white cs
Ink: desert sand
Stamps: flower w/bee (Anna Griffin), You've Got Flair
Other: ivory ribbon (HL), edge distresser

Dad's Bday:
Paper: white daisy cs, acetate (office supply store)
Ink: ocean, clover meadow, cranberry, sunny yellow, black
Stamps: It's Your Day (I think...too lazy to go upstairs and find out)
Other: yellow brads from stash

One of these windows is not like the other....

Can you spot the difference? Yes the bottom panes don't match. One has six panals and one has nine. It may be hard to see in this pic because of the screen on one. So we'll need to get that window replaced.

Here's our front door and transom installed. I am so excited to see it finished and painted red!!

Guess what else is getting installed? Air conditioning!!

This is the attic part--I know, I know, so exciting right?!?

I call this the giant silver spider:

By the way...I AM SO VERY PREGNANT!!!!

A brand new challenge! (second post today)

I recently stumbled across a new challenge called The Shabby Tea Room. I am so excited about this challenge. It uses photo inspiration. This week it's "Elegant Shabby" and the colors are pink, red, cream, brown and green. Tricky--but just look at the photo!



I couldn't wait to get started on this one. Gingham and crackled wood? Love it! In fact I would love to try the faux wood technique with cream ink if I can just remember where I saw that technique... {ETA: Here's Diana Gibb's Faux Wood Technique}

Anyway here's my card.



And I guess Little d could sense my excitement because she really wanted to play along today. We worked together. She used my stack of inks to choose the colors and materials for her card. I love that we can share this hobby!



Now go stop by that blog and check it out!

Details: CTMH unless noted
Paper: all from my stash!
Ink: garden green, desert sand
Stamps: Puns from the Past (SU!), Fringed Phrases
Other: edge distresser, sponge daubers, gingham ribbon (HL) vintage button (estate sale) hemp cord, stipple brush, foam squares (HL)

Four so far...

That would be number of packets for my next workshop. That's the most I've had respond since August. Interesting. I have nine spots available and one for my hostess. I really didn't expect anyone to attend since I sent out a huge sale offer last week and got no responses from that. We'll see...

The girls right now are playing a game of cover each other with a million stuffed animals and then count one...two...threee...BUST OUT!!! It's so funny to watch!

Yesterday, with my dad's help, I actually got the entire living room cleaned with the carpet vacuumed--even under the furniture. Ahhhhh---sigh, a little progress makes me feel so much better. Well, emotionally anyway, physically...I'm a little sore.

Two days ago we went out to the land and met my inlaws with my two nieces. They are on spring break and came for a little visit. I think all the girls had fun and I of course forgot my camera. Big surprise there.

This past weekend, I worked on cleaning out clothes. I have five boxes of 'donate' and two boxes for my sis-in-law and three boxes of 'maybe these will fit again after the baby is born...'

We got our old washing machine back in Monday, but guess what? Something else is broken on it so it cleans and rinses clothes, but doesn't spin. Which means I have to wring all the water out before I can put them in the dryer. Fix or order new one??? Decisions, decisions. It's an eight year old Maytag...aren't they supposed to be like---invincible?

The flusher on our downstairs toilet broke. But it's been fixed. Yeah for that! And I learned some new facts and features to toilet flushing-bonus.

We thought our fridge went out Sunday, but it was a false alarm. Thank God!

So what with all the appliances fritzing out and visits from family and --yes-- actual cleaning, I haven't been posting OR crafting. But today I am hoping to rest a little and make a card or something for a new challenge at nap time...we'll see.

Name Game Part Two

Or this post could be titled "From the desk of Should Be Cleaning House..."

Anyhoo. Still no agreement has been reached. I bring it up about once a week and he's still not budging. Last time I talked to him he said "why don't you ask a guy what he thinks of the name?" Sigh.

So I did. I asked my brother. Previously he had said 'I'm not getting into it.' (which incidentally is exactly what my dad said.) But on this occasion he said "I like it." But it was more like, 'I like it, but don't let D know I like it...' I guess there's some kind of guy code with this?? Anyway coming from someone named Hugh who has had his name butchered more than you can imagine, this was a big deal for me.

Next I asked my BFF's husband. He liked it. He said "like Don Henley".

So today I was talking to D on the phone--he's at work--and I said what are we going to do about this kid's name?

He said he didn't know. So I asked him if he's asked some guys at work what they thought. And he said yes and that "they agreed with me."

Me: Who'd you ask?

Him: Bubba.

Me: (peals of laughter)....No really, who'd you ask?

Him: Seriously, Bubba.

Me: You can not use someone who is named Bubba to base your decision. Who else did you ask?
Him: That's it.

Insert eye roll here. I am at a loss as to how to convince him {And if you're commenting, don't think of using the advice my mom--yes mom-- said which was 'I guess you'll have to use your womanly wiles.' Seriously?!? My womanly wiles are on extended vaca!}

His argument boils down to he thinks it's a name he will be teased about. My husband is named David and he says he was teased about his name. In 7th grade some lame nut boy called me Megadeth (after the rock band). In conclusion ANY name can be teased. And it's not like we're naming him Rosebud.

And D likes the name Landry. So tell me how different that is from Henley? Except that my BFF's son is named Landon, so I can't see naming my kid Landry. If fact every time I go to say Landry I have to stop myself from saying Landon.

Uhhg. Maybe I should do a poll of my FB peeps. Off to clean...for a bit anyway.

She's an emotional girl

So after my freak out post Monday, I spend a beautiful, idyllic Tuesday out at the land with my husband and daughters. I came home to a chaotically disorganized house with my exhausted husband. And I hit a wall.


After walking around so much and standing up way too much, my back ached and my hips hurt and when I walked it felt like my body was just going to shatter into little pieces. And my husband (who had worked nights and only slept three hours) made the mistake of saying he was tired and had no patience.


You know in movies how there's that needle-scratching-the-record-player noise? I actually heard that in my brain. And I think the old brain then said 'you've gotta be effing kiddin' me!' Not out loud...I don't use that language, out loud. (well not often...and definitely not in front of the kids)


I shed a few silent tears while fixing Little m her night time cup of milk. Hubby slept sitting up on the couch. I may or may not have then unloaded and loaded the dishwasher entirely too loud. We finished getting the kids to bed and every time he spoke to me or asked me a question I may or may not have been really short and snippy. He came to bed after laying Little m down. Little d was asleep also. I was watching something stupid on TV that I can't even remember now. And I just knew he was going to say 'love-you-goodnight' and roll over. And I may or may not have been seething angrily in anticipation about this. {Because we all know it is a cardinal sin to go to sleep when your wife is angry!}


But instead he tried making small talk. I gave a few snippy answers. And he gave up and just laid there quietly. So then--because I'm really good at it--I started crying. And he said "what's wrong?" Just a simple quiet concerned question.


And I nearly bit his head off. I ranted about the house and not wanting to live in such a pigsty and how I never have the energy to clean anything and how I spent two days doing miniature loads of laundry (thanks to the washer on loan from my parents that is not capable of spinning out two pairs of jeans*) and mountainous loads of dishes and look--just look--at the sad mess the kitchen is still in not to mention that I spent 30 minutes trying to clean the pantry but my back ache and heartburn were so bad I couldn't bend over anymore, and speaking of backs, I'm hobbling around because it hurts so bad and I can't sleep between the raging heartburn and the inability to breath and the having to pee every five seconds and he's working for the next eight EIGHT! days and nights straight and there's no end in sight and and and...


We went back and forth a little--me being mostly mad that he can't physically be in two places (or three) at once. And him getting a little peeved that I won't let him finish a sentence. An exchange that ended in me sniveling and snotty amid piles of tissues laying on my left side (because God forbid I lay on my right and cause the fire that is my esophagus to explode from my eyes).


And he says. Are you ready? Are you ready to hear how amazing this man is that I married? He says, "if I rub your back do you think it will help?"


God bless him. God bless him for dealing with these crazy pregnancy hormones. (okay maybe they are not entirely blamed on pregnancy.) And God bless him for his amazing backrubs.

*Don't think I am ungrateful. My parents had a spare washing machine in their barn for a backup when theirs crapped out. And they are letting us use it. And we were going to have toorder a new one, but my brilliant dad fixed ours!! So now we aren't out that money!! I have the best parents ever!

Prep Work

It just hit me. Well actually it hit me around 5am, along with yet another bout of middle-of-the-night heartburn, that I only have seven weeks left on this pregnancy. And given that my doc has twice before induced me a week prior to my due date to prevent me having a large baby and c-section, that means actually only about six weeks left. Whew. That's not very long.

I am starting to freak a little.

I need to do a ton to this house. A ton. There really is no room to put a baby right now. The laundry room is cleaned out--thanks to the flood, but there is also nothing baby related going into that room. So that's a wash (hehehe ah I crack myself up with the puns!)

I know it will take me at least three weeks to do all the work I want to do with the house--and that's working steadily. Mostly this is because I have no energy.

Also, with the girls I spent a weekend (with my mom) during the last month of pregnancy cooking tons of freezer meals for the weeks following birth. Because who has the stamina to cook then? So I also need to get thinking on that.

Car seats. We have a Chevy Trailblazer, and it has a third row, but I'd rather not put one of the kids there. And three car/booster seats won't fit across the center row. So I have to contact the DPS and see if there is a law against kids in the front seat and then contact the dealer and see if our airbag is weight sensitive or if it can be turned off. Then Little d could sit there. If I end up having to use the third row, Little m is the only one that can sit there with Little d's motion sickness issues and me needing access to the baby. UGH! We are not going to be getting a new vehicle!! You know now that I'm thinking about it, maybe we should just see if all three seats would fit in the middle row...I'm not sure D actually tried it.

I have given up on finishing christening blankets and scrapbooks in time for this baby to be born. As long as I get them done by the time my kids get married right??

And this is not even close to including stuff that needs to be done for the new house. We have a deposit to send with a contract for the concrete floors, D has work on electrical and A/C prep, not to mention starting on siding and trim. Then there is work to do on this house because (egads!) we are going to have to put it on the market soon...

Really wish I was at least getting a good night's sleep. Chuckle, chuckle. Okay on to the great cleanout of 2010!! Today's agenda...the kitchen pantry!

Want another circus card?

Sure you do!

I made this card in about 10 minutes...and I'm pretty sure you can tell.

The sequin ribbon matches the blue better in real life. Again I hate coordinating different brands...especially paper. Thanks for stopping by!

Details: CTMH unless noted

Paper: polka dot (DCWV), clover meadow cs, sunny yellow cs, white daisy cs

Ink: cranberry

Stamps: Laughter

Other: ribbon (HL)--from their Christmas ribbon--I've had it awhile.

Good Times, good times.

Here's a funky little card. Since I'm over my anger. Oh? You want to hear that story? Okay, twist my arm...

As of Friday our house was dried in. That means doors and windows, and a roof with tar paper--not shingles. Basically the house is weathered in. So at this point we should get our next draw on the construction loan. {Here's something I think is the most ridiculous part of having a construction loan. You get your money after the work is done. For example; our framer had to wait a week to get his money. Instead of us getting draws ahead of time and paying the workers when they complete the work.}

But okay so that's the process. However, our ICF walls cost way more than conventional walls. In fact they cost more than the foundation. This threw the bank off. Way off. So this last draw they wanted to approve only $10,000. Guess what? That doesn't cover the framers. Or the $12,000 in materials from the local lumber yard we just got the bill for. And we have a construction account with this lumber yard so they let us 'charge' for a month and then get billed.

So when the $10,000 arrived in our account yesterday we were floored. We were expecting something more like $40,000. Or at least $30,000. Because we are about to pay the lumber yard, the framers, and the A/C guy. {guess what? our A/C is going to have zones...how cool is that?} Anyway.

D spent much time and stress getting things cleared up. The bank guy actually said "hmmm, maybe these are pictures of Hugh's house not yours..." at one point. And you know, it wouldn't even be the first time they mixed up our houses. D had to threaten to stop everything right now and look for a new bank and then finally the loan officer starting trying to work things out. Sheesh. It's like dealing with five year olds. Wait, I take that back. Little d is way more reasonable.

But after I simmered down I made a card. A bright, cheerful card. But you may notice...it does include a clown.

Details: CTMH unless noted

Paper: polka dot from stash (I think DCWV), clover meadow cs, white daisy cs

Ink: clover meadow, holiday red, star spangled blue, black, sunny yellow, orange (including markers)

Stamps: Laughter, Good Times

Other: zebra ribbon (HL), foam dots (HL)

This and that

Here's one of those random posts...fasten your seatbelt!

We spent all day yesterday at the land. On the way out I told the girls I had forgotten my camera and Little d said "I guess you'll just have to take pictures in your mind." How precious is that!?! The girls had so much fun running around in the house and 'cleaning' up the sawdust and nails.

We have the exterior doors and windows in now. And it's officially dried in. Next comes the trim and siding, A/C installation, and shingles. Oh and electrical.

I've chosen the exterior colors for the house. I don't know where we are getting the paint yet, but the colors will look like the following from Sherwin Williams, ((I'll try to change the words to reflect what the color looks like))

• the siding will be Baguette.
• the front door Redwing.
• the trim Navajo White.

Okay so the white is actually more cream than what Blogger offers, but anyway. If you do go to the site and launch the color visualizer, you can choose a house style and plug in the colors to see what it looks like. I thought it was fun to play with.

Speaking of houses...I feel as big as one. I am huffing and puffing and at night I have to sit up just to turn over. I am running out of clothes that fit and I waddle like a duck when I walk. And my gosh I hate it when some thing or some one touches my belly button! But the good news is that at my last appointment (Tuesday) everything looked fantastic! BP, urine, sugar, heartbeat. I weighed in at 152. And I'm okay with that.

I made lemon poppy seed muffins today. Mom and Dad and Poppy came up to visit. Poppy really enjoys the girls. Today he brought them some of Memaw's beads. Memaw used to have a ton of beads, and she wore them with everything. Tomorrow is Poppy's birthday. Ninety-one years old!

The bank has yet again screwed up stuff with our loan. As soon as we are done with this I told D we are yanking everything we have involved with them out!! I am SO INCREDIBLY FED UP WITH IT!

I got an email from CTMH today saying if I didn't place $300 in orders by end of March I will be dropped to junior consultant. And loose my downline. I have two downline and one is already a junior, the other just had a baby, and is closing on her new house. Not sure either is into making much money with the hobby. Both work full time. And I sure have better things to do than support CTMH in this economy. Although I went online last weekend to drop my autoship from 100 catalogs and saw that it was already submitted. So there's almost $200 I won't be getting back. Oh well. Hehehe too bad autoship doesn't count toward consultant status...

So this week I've just been marinating. Thanks for stopping by! Maybe tomorrow I'll have something creative...

The weatherman was wrong.

Yesterday, Monday, the first of March was my grandmother's funeral. They called for rain, but instead we had sunshine all day. And the mosquitoes were out (when are they not in POC?) but the brisk cool wind kept them off.


The service was short and the flowers were beautiful.


It was hard. But we also had some really good laughs. I think Poppy will get some closure now and start to heal.


I was exhausted when I got home at 8pm last night. Emotionally and physically. And I walked into the kitchen and was greeted with my husband's smile and my girls excited hugs. And it was good to be home.


Until.


Until I sat my purse near the laundry room and my husband and I noticed...the water. Gallons and gallons of it pouring into the kitchen from the laundry room. The washer had overflown. D said it had been running for about ten minutes. That's alot of water.

I guess the weatherman was accurate. It did flood, just not outside.