I have such a forgetfull brain.

I had a great post, in my head, in my sleep last night. As I settle down to write I cannot for any amount of money remember what I am going to write about. (insert rolling of eyes=)
I had to step away for a moment to help my son with his strawberries and I had to tell him numerous times to bring me his bowl. I want him to obey the first time I tell him something and I want him to obey with the right attitude. I can hear you now, dear reader, it's just a bowl of strawberries. Right? I say exactly. So insignificant that it shouldn't be an issue. If he learns on the little things the big ones, whatever you deem a big one, will be automatic. Miss Olivia is learning this also. She says no to everything, whether she means yes or not. I want to teach them they need to come the first time. I will admit, I am not very consistent, and I am praying for help with that. Mostly when I am on the phone, or cooking. I know Ian knows when I am otherwise engaged to act up. Olivia just follows suit.
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6

Just some thoughts.

I have been thinking about changing the "tone" of this blog to something other than whats going on in my day, and the life of my family. I think I still will post about that, but there are other things I want to do with this and am unsure of how to start. I would like to think I can change and accept it easy, but I know I am fooling myself. I started this to help other people know what was going on with my life and I still want to do that. But I feel the need to do more, so I will.
So, on with all the caffeine driven posting and hang in there. If I can type it you can read it!!

It's the day!!!

As my son would say as waking up in the morning, Mommy, it's the day! So excited to meet the new day.

So, yes its the day. My life and that of Steve seems to be turned around, as his poor body is adjusting to graveyard. (Why do they call it that?) He sleeps in the day, and I seem to be up all night, as I cant seem to sleep. Funny thing is I am having a hard time sleeping, when I do, in my own bed. I find myself on the couch or on the spare bed. Go figure. Anyway, I have been trying to fill our days with quiet activity. Today, Steve is sleeping in our bed, as apposed to the spare bed, which he s="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">outfittted to be dark. He hung blankets over the window and put my cutting mat up. The darkness gives this room an other world feeling. Nothing like "Lord of the Rings" or anything like that, but just a very diffrent feeling. Plus, its a mess. I shake my head as I say that, like, oh well. I soon will organise and clean. Maybe Saturday. Maybe not.
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I am making beans and bacon (there it is again) for todays meals. I am excited to have some. I have only been boinling them for half an hour now and the smell is just knocking me out. I love it.

The ultrasound went very well yesterday. We are going to have another boy. I am going to enjoy picking out a name and figuring out what to do with all the stuff we are going to get out of storage. I am having problems loading pictures so I will post the ones I got later, maybe.

For the reat of the day I will be trying to stay motavated, folod the laundry, and pick the living room and kitchen floor up. I hope Steve dosnt mind if I vaccume....

Where have you been?

In an effort to try to stay current in the blog, I am failing miserably. I have been trying to stay off the computer, and have succeeded because of some technical stuff, but I am really still wanting to post. Really!





Lots have been going on, none really of great merit. Steve found a job, and we are on our way back to our feet. The electricity is still on and we have running water....What more could a gal want?





My camera is broken, so all of the grand ideas of posting a project are out the window. I have a 35 mil. my father gave me when I was in high school, but it doesn't have a flash. I would have to pay for the pictures to be put on a disk, blah blah, blah.





Steve and I had out 7Th year anniversary yesterday. Take that for what it is. Steve said it felt like we had been married for 20. Take THAT for what it is....





I find out the sex of my unborn child tomorrow. Lets pray that the bionic rays of the ultrasound don't give it some sort of mental issue. That was a joke. Not that I WANT my child to have some sort of mental issue. Considering it will be a child of mine, bad bad joke.





I am really not in the mood for this. I want to eat some cookies and bacon. Not at the same time and not really in that order.

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....