Hurray for today!

Cost to fill up the SUV....... $47 stinking bucks!!

Time it takes to get out of Safeway without a balloon ...... Almost an hour followed with kicking and screaming.

Money spent on an EPT...... $12 freaking bucks!!

Results.................. PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We've got another one on the way.

Love

I am so flipping blessed!! I have an incredible husband! We have a beautiful healthy boy. We have a home full of love! We have amazing parents, siblings, and extended family. We have the gospel of Jesus Christ in our home.

The greatest calling, wife & mother.

"My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her." -- George Washington (1732-1799)

M-O-T-H-E-R
"M" is for the million things she gave me,

"O" means only that she's growing old,

"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for her heart of purest gold;

"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

"R" means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"A word that means the world to me.--Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

Invasion

We are under siege. It began innocuously enough, a few scattered outriders scouting the area. I would see one or two a day clambering awkwardly over the debris on the table, or sidling up the trim on the doors, trying vainly to blend their black bodies into the stark white paint. Mostly they stayed out of sight. And watched. Always watched. Silently they sniffed the air with their delicate antennae, mapping the paths, preparing the way.
We have sugar ants, only in one small section of the apartment so far but you know that irritating feeling wondering if their crawling in bed with you at night... wondering ...... they could be… on everything, inside everything. Throngs of them teemed from the walls which contain their secret fortresses, every crack, gap, and opening emitting a stream of tiny soldiers intent on claiming our apartment as their own. It seems easy enough to just accept them and get on with our lives. We don’t need to control the place, we could accept enemy occupation. Life goes on. HA RIGHT!!
Oh how it makes me cringe.
Next on the 'Blogck' hahha I kill me.
A few nights ago I was feeding Gideon in the kitchen while Ezra was sitting in the living room watching TV when I noticed an older lady at our back sliding glass door.. (Odd, most people use the front door... Our friends and family use the front door. A sense of privacy was suddenly interrupted. It's hard enough living in an apartment knowing that random people run across the so called backyard, or overhearing your neighbors upstairs.. oh, let me reframe from going there) So, we listen to her go on about how she rescues wild cats and la dee da. Come to find out there was a wild cat giving birth under our place.. (I am not a cat person) My husband is such a good person, caring, and so optimistic. He's a Tall glass of water.... mmmm. With that in mind he is eager to help. (Hey, kudos) Last night, she came to visit again. AT THE BACK DOOR!! OMGosh! Ok, seriously it's bugging me. I don't mind random visits, phone calls, whatever... But come on use the front door like everyone else. CONFORMMMMM!
That is all for today.

To Exhume

To bring back from neglect or obscurity. Quietly back in effect. The synopsized paragraphs of recent happenings.
Yes, I’m here online… with everyone else. *sigh*
I need a memory upgrade. I had half a dozen items to elucidate at the moment all I can think to write about is .. We took a walk & attended a friends wedding. My absentmindedness is on the rise; if my mind decays this early, I'll be a vegetable by thirty three. I’m hoping the added pictures will set the mood or bring to life this so called.. Blog. It is barbaric. *grunts in caveman style swinging a club*