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Well, I have NOT been feeling great. Very emotional. General yuckiness for a couple of days. That good ole 2nd trimester energy burst? Well, I got it. Then it left. It only stuck around for a couple of weeks. I want it back!
Today I'm supposed to meet Andrea for lunch, and then I think I'll just skip right back home and actually try to accomplish something. I'm due to go to Rachel's tonight to get some Christmas presents made. Greg's off work early so I should be able to arrive early and get some good headway made tonight. Every year I have such good intentions on getting my Christmas gift list crossed off early. This year I even wrote a schedule of who/when I was buying for, starting in October. Every other weekend we would shop for one family (brothers and sisters), or a few individuals. But it just hasn't worked out.
Tomorrow I want to get an advent calendar made for the kids - but I really, REALLY need my sewing machine pedal - and I CAN'T FIND IT!!! I found it last week when I was looking for something else. And yesterday when I was looking for that right where I thought I saw it last week - I found the cord for the printer that I couldn't find two weeks ago. I really need to finish unpacking. But we have not much storage and way to much junk. I find sorting overwhelming, and get discouraged. However Greg has said a couple of times now that he really wants to work on the garage (woo-hoo: when he expresses interest in organization, run with it!).
I haven't done a great job of recording my kids funniness, but I really want to try and do better. So here's a start:
We woke up to a dusting of snow today. Brett came upstairs at one point early this morning, and ran out onto the snow-covered deck. Dressed, but in bare feet. I'm thinking he's not going to last more than two seconds. Not only do I have to call him in, but he wants to go right back out. After he removes his pants, because there is snow on the hems, and that just won't do. So out he goes again, sans bottoms - yeah, not even any underwears - and runs full speed ahead, until. His feet slip right out from underneath him, and down he goes, on his bare-naked fanny!!! He promptly came back in the house with a rather interesting look of disgust and wonder on his face!
Today I'm supposed to meet Andrea for lunch, and then I think I'll just skip right back home and actually try to accomplish something. I'm due to go to Rachel's tonight to get some Christmas presents made. Greg's off work early so I should be able to arrive early and get some good headway made tonight. Every year I have such good intentions on getting my Christmas gift list crossed off early. This year I even wrote a schedule of who/when I was buying for, starting in October. Every other weekend we would shop for one family (brothers and sisters), or a few individuals. But it just hasn't worked out.
Tomorrow I want to get an advent calendar made for the kids - but I really, REALLY need my sewing machine pedal - and I CAN'T FIND IT!!! I found it last week when I was looking for something else. And yesterday when I was looking for that right where I thought I saw it last week - I found the cord for the printer that I couldn't find two weeks ago. I really need to finish unpacking. But we have not much storage and way to much junk. I find sorting overwhelming, and get discouraged. However Greg has said a couple of times now that he really wants to work on the garage (woo-hoo: when he expresses interest in organization, run with it!).
I haven't done a great job of recording my kids funniness, but I really want to try and do better. So here's a start:
We woke up to a dusting of snow today. Brett came upstairs at one point early this morning, and ran out onto the snow-covered deck. Dressed, but in bare feet. I'm thinking he's not going to last more than two seconds. Not only do I have to call him in, but he wants to go right back out. After he removes his pants, because there is snow on the hems, and that just won't do. So out he goes again, sans bottoms - yeah, not even any underwears - and runs full speed ahead, until. His feet slip right out from underneath him, and down he goes, on his bare-naked fanny!!! He promptly came back in the house with a rather interesting look of disgust and wonder on his face!
posted by BJ @ 10:16 a.m.
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