I've got a lot of sleeping to do tonight. I love sleep. I love dreams. I love knowing that my puppies are going to groan if I move too much during the night. I love that my hands smell like celery right now, and I'm not even going to wash them before sleep. I love that you are still reading this, because I had nothing to really say.
Goodniiiiiiiiiight........
(The next blog won't suck).
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Showering Jenny
We spent yesterday loving our friend Jenny and the little lovey in her belly. The weather was perfect and the food was delicious.
The scene before the scenesters showed up
I know this is hokey, but I couldn't resist!
Meaghan flew out from Minnesota and surprised Jenny.
She hadn't seen Jenny's bump yet =)
More Pictures.....
I love them lots.
We can't wait to meet him! Love you, Jenny Ann!
Friday, April 16, 2010
If you want to know what's really up
In 8 weeks, I will be going to:

to see.....
but mostly:

from aboooouuuuttttt...
there.
My heart is happy about this.
While we're looking at photos I found online, here are some things I am vowing to make a priority. I DO these things...when I "feel like it." Not anymore. They will have a place in my day, every day.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Purpose, come find me
I have a bad habit of blog hopping. I love to read more than anything, so I read peoples' stuff, and I literally do not know them, have never heard of them, have no clue where they live or what they believe (other than by what they post on their blogs, of course). Today I read something on one blog that had me in tears. It was so sad. Like, I can't even believe that could happen to someone kind of sad. Heartwrenching. Not the first time this has happened. I also read people's facebook posts, and can get mixed feelings from those as well. My conclusions is this:
I need to mind my own beeswax.
It can't be good to carry around these emotions like I do. Me, the weinie that doesn't even watch CSI because the fake deaths bother me too much, will sit and read about a family dog dying and go ballistic with grief. NOT my family, and NOT my dog.
I need a job. I also need to cleanse my selection of social networking "friends."
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