I've gotta get something off of my chest. I really don't appreciate people who think they know what kind of person I am, make snappy judgements about me and all that jazz after only one or two meetings. Trust me when I say I am nothing like you think I may be until you really get to know me.

I really can't stand people who lock you in as a certain type of person and never will let you be anything else. Is this making sense?

Here is the lesson we can all learn from this: Do not judge. Do not judge. Do not judge!

You do not know what is going on behind the outer shell.

Thank-you and goodnight!

Milestones

I woke up the other day and decided that it was going to be the day to get rid of the binky. Sami's binky.

We had been talking about it for a while. I was mulling it around in my head...trying to decide on a good tactic. Samantha has held onto her binky harder than Logan ever did. She would wake up in the middle of the night looking for it.

We went to the store a few days before and looked at the baby dolls. I asked Samantha if she wanted one, and of course she did. We talked about how she could trade her binkies for a baby if she wanted. Then we went home without buying anything and I let her think about it for a few days. She talked about it all the time. I could tell she really wanted to do it.

That morning we gathered up all the binkies and put them in a plastic baggie. She was really excited.



We went to the store and found the baby. She HAD to hold it and screamed if anyone else touched it.

We got up to the register and I quickly whispered my plan to the lady behind the register. After she rang up the baby, she leaned down to talk to Samantha. "Is this your baby doll?" My shy little Samantha proudly said "yes".

"Are you going to pay me with those binkies?"

Samantha was holding the baggie in her hands. She held the binkies up for the lady to take. The lady handed the bag with the doll in it to a very proud Samantha. I teared up. Pathetic right?

My little girl is growing up.

Musings by Mwah

I love Phoebe's chicklet teeth!
My sister Laura came for a visit. We love having visitors! Laura was very entertaining as always. We took lots of pictures together and went thrift store shopping. We totally scored at DI when we randomly came across a stash of camera lenses! It was amazing! She found a lens she had been wanting, and I found the lens I was trying to get up the courage to ask Trevor for! To top that off, the prices were cheap too!

Here is a picture of Laura reading to my kids who are all enthralled with her.

Later in the day my sister Jenn and her hubby stopped by. Jenn is the Wood in PepperWood photography. So of course we had to take her to the thrift store to look at the lenses and she got one too! I am telling you, it was the find of a lifetime!

These pictures were all taken with my thrift store lens.What am I doing trying to take people's portraits when I am clearly so good at landscape photography, right? lol!

Pure Awful!

Yeah Yeah. I know. It's been a while right? If you don't feel like reading a long, boring, and drawn out story then don't continue.

Everyone has been wondering what's been going on. Well my landlady called and wanted to offer us the place next door for a very good price. The place next door has a two car garage, a bonus room (closet really) and the best part, a laundry room, all for the very good price of $25 dollars more a month.

So here I have been on stand-by just waiting for her phone call telling me it was ready to move into. Every week I would call her and every week she would say "it should be ready by the end of the week". They were doing some much needed renovations like taking the carpet out of the KITCHEN and BATHROOM (gross!) and painting.

Last Wednesday she called me and told me that the apartment was ready and I could start moving in. She asked me when I thought we would have the place ready for the next tenants to move in. I thought about it. Trevor was going to be out of town for the weekend, so I told her that I thought we could be out by Tuesday night.

I walked next door to look at the place while I was still talking to her on the phone. I about killed over when I realized that the apartment was NOT done...not even close, and I told her so. My landlady called the contractors and they told her they would have it done by Thursday.

Long story short:

Thursday came and went.

Friday came and went.

Saturday came and went.

Phone call Saturday night: The apartment is done! I walked next door. It was indeed ready for us to move in!!!

Another phone call Saturday from the tenants moving into our old place: "We signed a lease saying we would be taking possession of your old place on 11:00 a.m. Tuesday"

Phone call to my landlady. Let's just say I was not very nice to her. But I did apologize later.

Moved by myself late into the night on Saturday. Moved by myself all of Sunday. Kids screamed and fought all day long. There was lots of yelling and lots of crying. Myself included.

Trevor got home Sunday night and I broke down. Monday Trevor went to work and I moved by myself again all day. Monday night help arrived in the form of some very good friends who saved the day! Everything got moved.

Put the kids to bed and cleaned for a few more hours.

Tuesday morning Trevor went to work and I finished cleaning. Just as I finished, the carpet cleaners and painters showed up.

My weekend was pure AWFUL! It was torture. It was HORRID! But now we are moved. Now it is cleaning up the moving mess. That is what has been going on. Sorry it took so long to tell the story. Hope you didn't fall asleep.

We are moving next door. It is quite the story. I would love to sit down and type the whole thing out, but I haven't got the time at the moment.

Instead of reading about my boring life, I would like to direct you to another hilarious installment at my sister Laura's blog. Seriously. She has got some writing talent.