Good Morning. It is 9 o'clock on Saturday morning and I have been up since 7am serving nutritious bowls of Apple Jacks to my darling children. Sam is now upstairs in the playroom watching a movie and Lily is up in her room going through her wardrobe deciding what to wear today. Hmmm... I'll bet she chooses a dress, what do y'all think? I'm sitting here in the living room watching Little Bill and typing away on my computer. Oh...here comes Lily... today she has chosen a denim mini-skirt, her pink "heart" shirt, and a pair of white summer sandals. She is fully accessorized (of course) with her Disney Princess necklace and bracelet. She has on a blue headband and is sucking a pink bobby that perfectly matches the color of her shirt. Ready for another day of changing clothes fourteen times! :)
I am feeling much better. I think most of this flu mess has moved on and I am so glad. Yesterday I felt good enough to clean. I probably should have gone to school but I didn't know I would feel that much better when I had to decide what to do about work the day before. I Lysoled everything. I washed all the sheets and I sprayed the mattresses down before I put clean sheets back on. I cloroxed the countertops and threw out all the old toothbrushes. I Lysoled all the door handles and light switches. Hopefully I killed all the sick cooties that might've been floating around in my house so that my family can all be healthy for a while.
Talking about cleaning remind me of cleaning the litter box which reminded me that I haven't talked much about my kitty on here. I am so sad because my kitty doesn't like me. Rascal is his name, although we all call him Kitty. He is so mean, mostly because the kids have made him that way. He likes Sam and he will sit on his lap and play, then fall asleep. I can't get him to come anywhere near me without attacking me. He climbs up on my chair...creeps over to me... and I don't even have to move at all.... he attacks my arm and does the whole chewing, scratching, kicking thing. I wanted a sweet little lap kitty and it looks like I am gonna have to wait until he is old before he will be like that. I guess I should've gotten an older cat, or at least I should've gotten 2 kitties so he could have something to keep him occupied besides my arm. We will have him neutered when he is 6 months old and maybe that will calm him down some too.
Katie and Greg came over last night for a while. We watched 20/20. We even got take-out from the fish camp. We laughed about how old we are...sitting around in my living room on a Friday night watching a news program. I am perfectly content to do that. I certainly wouldn't rather be at some club or party. I am pretty comfortable with that part of getting older. I wish I was as comfortable with the rest of getting older.
I don't think I mentioned that we gave Becky a baby shower last weekend. Me and Katie and Kylie got together and tried our hand at making a diaper cake and it was absolutely beautiful! I was so proud of us! I will have to do that again if I do anymore baby showers. It was really easy. We rolled up diapers and tied them together in a cake shape with 3 layers. Then we tied ribbon around each layer and added little doo-dads like baby shampoo and hand sanitizer and pacifiers and baby booties. So cute! I think I should sell them. Know anybody who needs a diaper cake?
Speaking of me and my crafty-ness, I got out all of my scrapbooks and did a little presentation at the church the other night for the ladies circle at church. I had not looked at my scrapbooks in such a long time and I was even proud of myself when I looked at them. I have a total of 8 books. This past year I had so many pages I had to use two books to hold them all. I hope my kids appreciate them when they get older.
I have recently gotten away from the habit I tried to start about finding something to be thankful for, instead of complaining each time I post on here. I'll give it another shot. Here goes... I am thankful for Brad. He has been a wonderful husband this week while I've been sick. He did laundry, he packed lunches, he did homework with Sam, he cooked, he bathed babies, he tucked in and read bedtime stories. He even came home from work on Tuesday to fix me some lunch because I was so weak I couldn't walk. Sometimes I get mad at him, of course. I think that must be normal. But overall, I am amazed at how much he loves me and how good he is to me. I hear other people talk about their husbands sometimes and I realize that I am very lucky to have the one that I have. He is not perfect, but neither am I, and I think in many ways we compliment each other.
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OK - So I'm talkative tonight. It's the first time I've been here in awhile.
I just had to let you know that you made me laugh when you wrote about feeling old.
You know, I think I can remember doing the same thing - I think it was Dennis & Lynda we were laughing with. But the joke was the same
I guess its true..History repeats itself.
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