Makes me laugh every time!

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The point at which we finally stop pretending.

Pretending that we don’t have a crapload of stuff!

"hi, i'm here to take over your life"

So, Dave and I went to IKEA the other day. We borrowed Dave’s brother’s truck and cruised on over for a day of cheap furniture and oddly-flavorless-but smells-fantastic cinnamon rolls. We had a desk that we wanted to pick up and anything beyond that was bonus. Well, we ran across this bookcase that we’ve admired before, and it was a decent price, we had the truck, the planets were aligned, and so we bought the thing.

Brought it home, Dave set it up, and ever since then our house has been turned upside down! We moved it to one wall…eh, too big…moved it to another…nope,doesn’t look right. Thought, “What if we used it as a room divider in this room that we totally weren’t expecting to place this large bookcase in?” “Yeah. Great idea!” *eye roll*

So now we’ve got ourselves into a semi-major job of cleaning, organizing, throwing junk out of, finding donation items, redecorating, and completely rearranging two rooms in our itty-bitty house. It’s incredible how many ball point pens we have people. Seriously. I think they’re breeding.

Ugh. I hate junk!

TONIGHTS MENU:

crackers

water

BREAKING OLD NEWS

So Tracy called me a few weeks ago and said something along the lines of, “Hey there sister of mine, are you by your computer? If so, then there’s this really cute picture of Isaac that I sent you. I’ll wait while you open it.”

What was going on in my mind: Either this is the cutest picture in the whole world and it will induce an instant heart attack due to the dire cuteness, therefore this is an assassination attempt, or she’s pregnant.

(I think this way because getting a picture of Isaac used to be as easy as buying a ticket to Tacoma, driving to the airport, going through security, trying to sleep on a plane, hopping in a cab, showing up at Tracy and Elis’s door, and then asking them to please sit down while I try and pull out some teeth with my bare hands. Tracy doesn’t just call you up nonchalantly and tell you that she has taken it upon herself to personally send you a casual photo of your beloved nephew. People, it just doesn’t happen.)

So. On with the story.

She tells me they’re expecting again, and the new baby will be here sometime in February. Much smiling, freaking out, jumping around-ness ensues, shrieking to Dave that Tracy is pregnant again. You know the drill.

If it is possible to die from joy, then I should’ve been gone about the time that I saw Isaac for the first time. I can only imagine what it will be like to meet the new baby WITH Isaac in the same room. It could be a touch and go situation folks.

So anyway, I’m about to be an auntie again. And I hope this is the beginning of many many more nieces and nephews. Just not you Amanda. You stay right where you are missy.

More updates as they happen.

TONIGHT’S MENU:

Lemon and Herb Roasted Chicken (with pan gravy)

Roasted Baby Potatoes

Green salad

Bread and Butter

leftover Peach Cobbler

sweet tea or water

Well, hello!

Alright folks…for this fourth, fifth…fourteenth…really, who’s counting anymore….reincarnation of this “blog” we are going with a tewtelly awesome and soon to be pimped out theme.

Thank you for your patience and good kick in the pants emails. I’m not dead, Dave and I are sickeningly happy (really, it’s disgusting), and we had a FAN-tastic summer, fall, winter, spring, and summer again.

So lets see where this goes.

I’ll see you soon.