My best friend

Once again, a close friend of mine has moved away. I hate being left behind. And the knowledge that things will never be the same is hard to accept at first. But I know from experience things will change and you will grow apart. It is a necessary part of life. If the person who leaves holds on too tight they will never move forward with their life but rather be held back by what once they loved.

There is nothing good about being left behind. Everyone around you is the same so suddenly you find yourself without a place to go hang out or without a friend to make plans with. And you also know that when they return to visit they will be too busy visiting immediate family that you will be lucky to get an hour.

I also suck at long distance relationships. It isn't that I forget the person it is usually just that I have so much to say I can't get it all down in an email or phone call. Or I can't fin stationary to write an old fashioned letter (sorry 'bout that)

Losing the two people (one expected on unexpected) I hang out with in the last few months has shaken me. I know I can look at it as some great opportunity to grow closer to God and my little family. In reality at this point I just feel lonely and heartbroken.

On a more cheerful note I got my kitchen wallpaper.

Today I was right.

Let me tell you a little story. Usually when it comes to "discussions" between my darling husband and I, I am wrong. It gets tiring. So when I am right I generally do a little dance and gloat. Normally I keep the gloating and dancing in the privacy of our home but as this time was humerous I am going to share.

We have a tin roof. Because of this when the snow does build up on it it falls off in a giant sheet. This morning due to pouring rain it was beginning to slide. Wet icy snow creeping like a glacier off the roof and towards our truck parked beside the house.

My husband had stepped outside for a moment an so I suggested he move the truck before the snow fell. He of course did not as it wasn't necessary yet. No heated words followed but iI made it clear I thought he was making a mistake and he made it clear I wasn't the boss of him.

He comes inside and minutes later while we are standing beside the window that overlooks our truck a rumble starts an the giant sheet of snow falls on our poor truck, rocking it back and forth, denting it, bending our box cover down and plastering it with the very sludgy snow.

I laughed. I danced. I was not very mature. My husband went outside to move it (still not sure why as there was no snow on that section of roof anymore) and to shovel the snow off it. The dents were pushed out an the box cover bent back. And I got to say "I told you so" and he was fine with me telling the story as he saw how humorous it was.

Only one tiny chunk of snow fell off our roof the rest of the day besides the stretch directly above our truck. Some of you might think I'm being kind of mean but if you yourself rarely are right you understand where I'm coming from.

My Kitchen Part II

Cupboard doors were hung today! I'm loving it and looking forward to my new floor and walls. And hopefully counter top!

My little kitchen

Some click-lock flooring came onsale that I adore so we bought enough to do the kitchen/livingroom/hallway in it. My wonderful mother saw this as an opportunity to sink her teeth into what was my rather trailer-like kitchen. So for our Christmas present she bough paint and redid my cabinets for me. This is a work in progress. Things are getting done in stages. My cupboards are slab doors and I imagine grooves being put in them so they looked like plank doors. A little wider than beaded. My mother and her ability to use power tools got the lines in and they look great. Can't wait to see them hung!

My first grey hair

Today I plucked from my head what appeared to be the first grey hair of many. I was not sad or concerned, just curious to see it up close. I'm young still. Younger than I feel I should be and grey hair doesn't bother me.

Upon closer inspection the hair appeared to be blonde on the end possibly from sun bleaching. But because i couldn't tell for certain we are going with grey.

If my friends jumped off a bridge...

I would too. Well at least I blog when they blog.
I won't give excuses for not blogging. Honestly, I just don't think I am as witty in writing as I want to be.

A lot has happened. O is crawling, Dassa is blatantly refusing to even try to use the potty. I reached my weight loss goal an that feels great. I'm down to 133lbs. Hopefully I keep it off when I am completely done breastfeeding. The O is pretty much self weaned. In fact, if I wished he could be right on formula. He decided he liked the bottle as he doesn't have to work as hard.

I was going to write more. Share the really difficult season I am in but Dassa is draped across my lap and O has crawled over and his clinging to my legs. As usual, they win.

Confessions of a psychopath

I'm not really a psycho I just feel like it some days. Specially when my little one fusses every time I set him down. His screeching is a kin to nails being drug down a chalkboard.

The truth of it is I am dealing with postpartum depression. I don't know if my tubal ligation contributed to it or of it is really hormonal or just being too overwhelmed with life. So i have let go off my garage saleing for now. Honestly, I can't really go anyways as we have had family up and next weekend i have a horse show to attend.

The good news is I am 140lbs. Only 5lbs away from my goal of being 135 by the end of summer. I don't think I'll be quite there as i consider the end of august the end of summer but close!