Displaying my weirdness

Especially for emlouisa.

My feet: 

My feet doing #1 on my weird list.  

One of THOSE people....

The nesting bug has finally hit. I've been getting anxious about what all needs to be done and what I'd like to get done before the baby gets here. Today, my good friend (you could almost say best friend, since she's like...my only irl friend) came over to help me with some cleaning. As we wash down my kitchen cabinets, she is telling me about her sister-in-law who made a quilt for a gift, because she had spare time. And about how she makes homemade cards that look perfect and how when she started sewing, she basically taught herself and started making really nice church skirts and things that looked not homemade. After she tells me this, I say "oh, she's one of THOSE people..." Then, get this, my friend says that honestly, she considers me to be one of THOSE people.

Okay. Huh?? Are you all as flabbergasted as I am? I mean, honestly. Me? One of THOSE people?? If you, my blog readers, knew me at all, you would soooo not label me as one of THOSE people!

And in case any of you are confused at who THOSE people might be...well, THOSE people are the ones who in their first attempts of baking bread, have it come out perfectly golden brown, with a perfectly rounded top. No gooey-ness in the middle with a dark brown (almost burnt) top. They are the Bree VanDeKamps in the world....not the Susan Meyers. They are the one's who say, "I want to learn to scrapbook" and come up with pages in hours that would have taken a non-THOSE people months to create, let alone finish. They are the ones who never say inappropriate things at inappropriate times because....well, maybe the non-THOSE people are busy chatting away and THOSE people are, you know, too polite to interrupt. Are we clear as to who(m) THOSE people are? Are you one????

So, okay, while I am good at some things, I am not good at all things. I think that not being good at all things pushes me out of the running for being one of THOSE people. And since this post really doesn't have a point, I'll leave you all knowing that I am not one of THOSE people. I haven't ever been, nor do I think I will ever be. I've gotten better at baking bread. I haven't done it in over a year, so I will have to go through a learning curve again, once our kitchen's done. I don't scrapbook, although I love looking at other's pages. It always amazes me at how much creativity one person can have. Maybe they took mine.... I'm a pretty good baker. Maybe not "good", but I enjoy it. I am also decent at making things with a sewing machine. I finished some curtains for our room. They aren't up yet. (no hardware) But when they're hung, I'll brag for a moment or two and you can say "She is sooo totally one of THOSE people...." ;)

Just another Manic Monday..ohhhhh...I wish it were Sunday...

Not really, but man, today was *not* one of my better days. It doesn't help when I can't get to sleep at night and just as I do, my toddler comes in and lays beside me. And I mean *right* beside me. As in, I have to push her over so that I can roll over. And the breath. Oh, the stinky, stinky breath she breathes in my face. It's horrible... To add to my bad night was the boy waking up crying at 5:45. Yeah. I knew I should've hooked his paci to him. It's really a good thing we have a king-size bed. My hubster, the girl, the boy (who does one of those "ehh" whiney things when his sister happens to touch him while she sleeps) and me...the 7+ months pregnant chick with a grand total of maybe (maybe) 8 inches of bed. My gracious hubby happens to wake up just as I get comfortable in my 8 inches and fall asleep and tell me that I can switch him spots. No thanks...he doesn't get that it'll take me longer to get comfortable after getting up and switching. But it was a nice thought.

**adding more Tuesday morning, recapping my day yesterday...***
Actually, I just deleted half of this post. I realized that not only would you be bored to tears reading it, I was bored writing it... That's how nice I am to you all. Why would I want to bore you all with mundane, meaningless words? Yesterday boils down to this: worn out, frustrated, overwhelmed with emotion, me crying (hysterically), my daughter crying and breaking down. Yeah, it was fun. (not)

Reagan just asked for ice cream for breakfast. I told her no, but the more I think about it, the more it sounds like it wouldn't be a bad idea....

No time!

I feel like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Running around looking for my watch, exclaiming the whole time that I'll be late. I'll be 31 weeks pregnant on Wednesday and I'm starting to approach the official "freak out" stage that I always go through. The questions start flying and I become unreasonable until things are done my way and right now. I wonder how in the heck I got myself into this situation and then go "oh yeah...". I feel like week 40 will never come and I'll be pregnant forever and then I become sad because I think I'll never be able to bend over like I used to, or lay on my stomach. You know, all the things that you really miss doing when you're pregnant.

Our kitchen is *thisclose* to being done. We got our garden started. We're just waiting for Mother Nature to help us out and stop raining (please! Enough already!) and warm up a little. The 50 degree temps are not what I enjoy for May. That way we can actually, you know, finish planting our garden. Bon had last week off and worked on a lot of things and we also had a lot of family time, which was great. He's really a ton of fun when he's not stressed out. I enjoy it! :)

Oh and some other big news....We finally are the proud owners of a MINIVAN!!!! I was seriously starting to freak out about this one. I mean, we own a Geo Metro. Yeah...that's not going to work with three kids. So I actually found this van on Ebay and they lived about 20 inutes from here and were selling it locally too. We looked it over and test drove it, with the aide of my father-in-law, and decided that it was a really good deal and we are very happy with it!