On a side note......

Being poor is so much more bearable when the food is good.


Or is it that way with everything?

Here I am!

Things couldn't be any busier. Wait, I think they could! Anyway, I am recuperating from some trying weeks.
It all started when we had those lovely children to stay with us. I mean lovely in every sense of it. They were obedient and a joy to have. There were three of them ranging from eleven months to a nine year old. I took pictures with every intention of posting, but since I don't have permission form the parents I wont. Lets just say they are such beautiful children and it was so quiet when they were gone. I made the nine year old a skirt, the first one I ever made, (thanks Julie for the elastic) and she gushed over it every chance she got. I sort of choked up when she appeared ready for the day, with it on. I hope to hear from them soon.
Taxes came and went, we are broke, I knew this. End of it.
Since we had done our taxes and figured out just how poor we are, I applied for state insurance. Oh, I hear your exclamations of glee! How fun for me? NO!!! I couldn't possibly go into all the shenanigans of the process. If you would like to know, give me a call.
Mean while, I had an official pregnancy test at my "local" obgyn's office and was nervous about the results. Why? Who knows? I know I am with child and I have felt movement, but I was thinking what am I going to say to these people if it comes out negative? "Wait, let me pee again!!!" I think the anxiety came from the results needing to be turned in to the state for "proof of Pregnancy." If it came back negative I was going to cry. It didn't and they are saying I am further along than I thought. Based on the typical first day of last cycle. I will have a talk with them when I go back Monday.

My mother in law came to visit, bringing pie. That was a nice visit. The Saturday she was due to leave MY mother called and said she was coming the next day. My mother NEVER comes to visit. I was overwhelmed. A couple hours later and DH's truck broke down. (insert the dollar sound, cha ching) Diesel fuel spraying everywhere, almost catching on fire. So here we are, with no vehicle. Thankfully my mil was able to stay until Sunday, hiding out until my folks left, so we could have a vehicle to use. Some church folk were able to loan us there truck so DH could work Monday morning. Besides out truck was due to be fixed Monday afternoon.
Monday morning? Well, lets just say 6 am DH woke up with a pain like someone kicked him in the gut. Hurry take the kids to pastors house, and rush to the ER.
THE EMERGENCY ROOM!!!!
I cant explain in full detail the whole experience now, but lets just say it puts another kink in the I'm broke chain. By the way, he had a kidney stone and is just fine now.
Later that evening Olivia fell off here rocking horse and I thought we would have to go back from all the bleeding from here lip. Poor thing.

On top of all this, we are sick with colds, fever and achy bodies.

Maybe I should go take a bath, maybe after the laundries done.

I have many things to post! ! !

Yes, I do. But now is not the time.
I have been taking care of some children for a friend and have a couple pictures I am thinking about posting. Along with all the adventures that in sued.
I have been looking for some cool things to put in the side bar, but I haven't come across any that are not childish or appropriate. On a side note, sometimes that pregnancy countdown has the umbilical chord looking weird.
Until I get another chance to type....

This girl of mine!

She is climbing on a chair only to literally STEP OFF and FALL!! It is cracking me up!
She is getting hurt, but it doesn't seem to be that big of a deal. Hmm, now she has the hiccups. I wonder if it hast to do with falling off a chair a half dozen times!

Doobie Doobie doo.....

For a lack of better title to this mornings post I have nothing to title this. I have been deep in thought, er, contemplation, about things that are seemingly beyond my control. Like the weather, getting hotter. Or the pigeon cooing and annoying me outside my window. Or maybe the fact that I cant push a baby out my baby hole? Wait! Did I just type that?

I did. Some part of me is angry, so angry for all the injustice done to my person. Part of me is thankful that I heal quickly after, and with little to no complications. Thank God I have a healthy babe, right?
"the ends don't justify the means" keeps running through my head.
Whatever. I don't have the tears left to cry and I don't have the emotional strength to think anything else about it.

Now for something completely different!

I am ready to stock pile some food. I would like to buy a cow, or a quarter, or even a half. I would like to obtain a somewhat large freezer and stick the cow in it. I would LOVE TO MAKE SOME JAM!!!!! I would love to get a hold of some flour, I mean some great amount and put it in some ridiculous bucket and dip into when I need to make something like tortillas or bread, or maybe even some crackers. I am so hungry that I could go on and on.
This is nuts.

Oh, and one more thing, if any of you out there need someone to blame for anything, you can totally blame me for it. Really, missing a sock? its my fault. Cant find your keys? I took em. You have gas? Yup you guessed it. ALL MINE!!!

All out of control......