Two words..

in regards to the move - - - Murphy's Law. I am waiting on the third visit from the plumber. The heating wasn't working. The cable box still doesn't work, but the cable from wall to tv works. My dog is now not the only 4 legged creature living with me. I don't see the others but I see evidence of their nocturnal visits. It'll get better.

Thanksgiving was very nice but low-key. My parents traveled down from Kansas for the holiday, and, most importantly, to see their new great-grandson. They are on their way back home right now.

Jackson had a bout with jaundice which required staying under a bili-light for about 24 hours before his bilirubin levels went down. He has his days mixed up with his nights. I am going to post a photo of him as soon as my daughter downloads her camera to her computer. (I never replaced my own camera after the burglary)

I am thankful my semester of accounting is about to come to an end. Hallelujah.

I am ready for some normalcy, but that's not going to happen until I have time to unpack more than the essentials and get rid of these boxes. The problem with normalcy and me is that what equates normal seems to change with the wind.

Jackson Ryder was born at 5:43 pm Friday, Nov. 20. He weighed in at 9lbs. 3oz. and was 21 inches long. He looks like he's already a month old! Poor little mite broke his clavicle trying to be born, his shoulders were too wide to get through. He's okay! Thank goodness they didn't wait the 2 extra weeks til his due date. He's got lots of hair and his Mama's stubborn streak. He's absolutely beautiful. I'll post a picture later.

Grandma part two

Moved yesterday. Exhausted. Cable/internet/phone already hooked up but missed class tonight because the cable guy wasn't here when they said he'd be here. OK I could have made the second class if I'd really wanted to. The cable doesn't work! The guy told me it's because I need a new tv. I think he's full of caca because I tried another little tv and it doesn't work either.

My poor dog is totally confused. She doesn't realize this is home yet.

I can't figure out how to turn the heater on.

It sounds like my new grandson will be here this week. Although my daughter is not due until Dec. 2, the doctor says the baby is weighing in at 8 lbs. already. The tests for gestational diabetes have been negative but the doctor is still concerned that it might be the reason the baby is so big already. My daughter goes into the hospital on Thursday and will be induced on Friday morning.

Whiskers on kittens, tra la la.

I move this weekend and I cannot wait to get back to Weatherford! A wise person told me the choices I made during my crisis reflected what I felt about myself at the time. I think there was something to that. I didn't feel so good about myself and I hid myself away in a bad place. That's not to say that there aren't good and decent people in this neighborhood, but I have never felt safe here, especially after the house was broken into. I am looking forward to being close to my family and friends. My son in law told me he didn't know why I moved away in the first place. Looking back, I'm not sure why I did it either, but maybe I needed to so that I could be reminded that I still have what is important to me, and to prove to myself that I CAN take care of myself. Now if I could only blink my eyes and have the move over with.

Things are looking up, and it's about damn time.

me me me more me

I'm loadin' 'er up and movin' 'er out next Saturday. Please tell me the forecast doesn't call for rain.

I have discovered this week that I am not all that good at multi-tasking, but I refuse to change my resume to say that I only do well with one task at a time.

I mean, really, I don't know many people who can do homework and pack to move at the same time, so it's not like I am lying.

I just want to remind a certain someone that they offered to buy me lunch once I get moved. I reserve the right to chicken out, but he's not allowed to. And don't get butthurt, it's a woman's perogative to change her mind, after all, besides I'm the queen.

I cannot tell you how very much I detest accounting. My brain does not work well in accounts receivable, notes payable, etc. mode. And to think I was worried about it because it involves numbers. It isn't the numbers I needed to worry about.

My new grandson will be here soon. After admiring Monica's photos of her sweet little guy I am even more anxious to get my hands on Jackson. My son in law says he will NOT be called Jack. What's he gonna do if I slip, denounce me and kick me out? He'd be losing the best damn free baby sitter he ever had. The operative word was "free."