Thoughts.

Wondering how to get around boring you with my ramblings of an uneventful week.

Yesterday, April 3, was my nephew Connors birthday. He is now all of ten years old. My favorite memory of him was always teasing him..."you are such a CUTE little girl!" He would get so fiery mad, and retaliate "I'm not a girl! I'm a HANDSOME BOY!" He is a sweet little thoughtful girl, Oh I mean boy, full of steam. And gas. Always the first one to give you hugs as he runs through the door.

Random thoughts that have been circling in my brain this week:

*A couple of anniversaries coming up. First, on the hated tax day, the one year mark of losing my grandpa. Still have to take a second glimpse to make sure he isn't sitting in his chair when I walk in their house. Boy I miss that bossy old man. If he was here, I would give him the biggest hug, and then harass him for his pants falling down. But he isn't, and I can't believe it has already been a year. Soon it will be two. I think in heaven he has his house, his truck, his boat, and He is standing out by his garden waiting to get hit on by all the ladies driving by in their mini-vans. You know he was the most Handsome man around...
And the second is mine and Brents wedding anniversary. 3 years of marital bliss on April 30. Who's idea was it to get married in April. Right after taxes. I always owe way more than I financially can handle, so there goes any chance of romantic getaways. See them? there they went, right out the window.

*I hate the IRS. That's all I am going to say because I could go on and on, but your ears would burn and I would one day like to join my gramps in heavens clouds, not burn in the fiery pits.

*getting our room painted Tuesday(I know, we hired help! How ritzy!) but have no idea what color to choose!

*Count down to a new nephew! I am building a cellar in my house, in which I can steal little Angus Barnabe Davis Forbush and hide him. Dang it. I didn't work this out very well. I was supposed to be faking a pregnancy for the last 8 months. Now my plan is ruined!

*No, I am not in any shape or form baby hungry. I love my sleep and my fluctuating mental health too much right now. No need to go and screw that up with bouts of sleep deprivation and postpartum depression. No, not me. I will just slobber all over my cute little nephew when he gets here.

*How do you fake swollen ankles?

*And finally, thought I was going to go a whole blog entry without talking about my bug? Well ha, I didn't. Her new things this week are:
Teletubbies (I wish they would die)
Babies. Rocking them, patting them, Saying "baba" and doing the sign for baby, and sucking on the babies head. I am getting her ready for our new addition. Oh, I mean Jennifer and JD's new addition.
Whining. Oh boy. Once again, can't talk much about the subject. Heaven awaits me.
Chasing Brent and I, trying to get us. When she attempts to run, she does it with her little arms flailing behind her.
Whining. Clinging, crying, whining. Oh wait, I already mentioned that. It's been a rough week.
PursesLoves to get ahold of anything she can put around her little shoulder and strutt her stuff around.Can never have too many purses, right Whitey?