The Dog

My brother affectionately refers to his son as "The Boy" and I have, I must admit, refered to the youngest (see 'the' youngest not 'my' youngest) as "The Boy" which makes no sense as I have 2 sons. However, Babbi is always "The Dog".

I don't think this actuallys started on purpose. He wasn't naughty and referred to as "The Dog", it's just something that stuck. Anyway, Babbi goes by many names at my place and he seems to wag his tail to all of them: Babbi, Babs, Peanut, Mr. TheNut, Baconator, and "The Dog."

Besides the bleating I never thought the sheep that were in the field behind us would ever be a problem. The dog barked at them at first, but soon either left them alone or chased them to the other end of the field. Sadly it didn't stay that way. The first time he surprised us was an early March day. The yucky weather had broken and Travis was up from St. George for a visit. We were working in the yard when up struts The Dog. At first I thought he was muddy but then I got a whif of him. WOW I didn't know he could smell sooooooo bad. And green! My dog was green. I had no idea what to do so Travis, in his out-of-the-box thinking fills up the wheelbarrow (mind you it's EARLY March) and flops the dog in and scrubs him down with dish soap. Had I not been so appalled by the smell I probably woulda defended Babs but that just wasn't gonna happen, PLUS I had just scrubbed the tub.

Well, it's been a few years now and quite a few green bath moments. (This is why Chrys got the bathing chore.) I have tried to make it so he couldn't get into the field but for every gap I covered he'd find another one. LOL What a nut dog. (another name)

Since the move he's been this little bashful pup. Always under my feet, always waiting by the door for me to get back. He even whined this morning while I was bringing in groceries. You'd think he'd know I'm his mum and I'll be there. NOPE!!

Sat night I made him a bed on the floor RIGHT NEXT TO MINE and everytime he hopped onto my bed I'd make him get down. So, 3 AM I roll over and find this lump next to me. Sure enough he's back up on my bed. When I went to move him he growled at me...growled...at me. Jerk dog.

Then today, while on my way to work, I get a call that he took off as soon as the door was opened and was LOST. He's home safe but I think he has a new name now.

THE DAMN DOG.

Moving

So tomorrow is the big day and I'm just sooooo tired. I'm not sure if it's the stress of the move, the unbelievable living situation, all the crazy shit that's happened this last week, or just all of that on top of work. It just makes for a tired me.

So the closing, which was supposed to be the 26th, became the 13th. Yep, as in yesterday. I love the drama Queen and her telling me I need to ask the new owners if I can stay until Saturday, but if they (they= drama queen and eunuch) couldn't leave their fridge here until next week (so they could come get it) they would close later. >.> I'm almost tempted to look into this since I'm supposed to have 30 DAYS!!!!! I used to say I hate people, but that's a lie. I hate certain people. (ooops!! I forgot that hate is a tool of Satan. I'd better reprhase that.) I strongly dislike certain people that at times I wish I could beat them with a rock. (See, I think that sounds much worse than hate. Now people will think I'm violent.)

I have almost all of my stuff in storage now except for the chair and the grill. Randomness on the items right? Yeah I know it. Cleaning the house and preparing the kids items for a long distance relationship between homes has been hectic. I want them to have stuff in both places that will be a comfort to them, but what stays and what goes?

For example, I hate the dolls that Tiffany bought Chrys, and so does she. Okay, mainly she hates that Tiffany stopped on hers and not her cousins. Sooooo I've boxed them up for life at Travis' and figure I'll either buy her #13 and let Travis take over from there, or just let them collect dust and wash my hands of it. However she LOVES the teasets Nana got her so those will have to move to CA with me.

The boys have 1 33 gallon bin of legos for UT, and 1 for CA. I didn't do Kit's stuffed animals so those are gonna be a crap shoot once I move.

I already look at the storage unit that we have both crammed stuff into and know I'll have to go digging before I move. There goes a day off in the hot summer sun. (Aren't I lucky?)

Okay, the last bitch thing before I start looking at the good. A TWIN SIZE BED!!! ; ; Yes, I will be on the bottom bunk of a twin size bunk bed. Just typing that makes me want to slit my own wrists. No privacy. No space. No headboard!!!

Now, as promised...
1. The house didn't sell when I first expected it to. The whole court thing with Pedo is over and the kids get to finish in the same school.
2. I'm not homeless or living in a shelter. That's a plus..ALWAYS!
3. I'm not stuck in a year long lease when I really just wanna gtf OUT of here and away from all the relatives I no longer claim.
4. ...I know there is something but my brain is so fried I can't think of it...come on...the thought was right there...OH...#4 Pedo is coming up Sunday and I will be gone gone gone. (Don't ask me why they are so clueless as to him staying the hell away from us but they are.)

Well, time for me to finish the kitchen. DS is entertaining Chrys by playing WoW, Ky is playing in the truck because he's mad I grounded him from WoW (Alone or with DS), and my wonderful friend Jen has Christian for the night. Wait...that's a #5

5. Jen and Steve took the boy for the night so I don't have to deal with him telling me how he doesn't want to move. <33333333333333333 Jen and Steve. TYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYTY

Feeling the Need

Finally I have a moving timetable. YAY!!! So obviously I'm super excited. Actually I'm move relieved than anything. Now it's time for me to have some fun. As you may, or may not know, I've been yard saling/craigslisting (not a word) my heart out. I've bought a couch, coffee table, end tables, table, chairs, and 3 dressers. I took some pictures yesterday (in the garage) and I LOVE my table, chairs, couch, and coffee table. That's about where the love ends. The end tables are damaged as are the dressers so I'm going to break out the spray paint. I LOVE SPRAY PAINT!!!!

Yay something to love about these pieces. I have 3 weeks to sand, prime (only the veneer dresser tho), and paint 5 pieces. It's gonna be tough. Not the actual work, but getting it all done with all of the other stuff I have going, and the crazy weather we've been having. Nice, rain, rain, snow, rain, nice....yeah, welcome to Utah.

As a side note here...

I have the best Dad. (I know Mother's day is coming up and everyone is all MOM MOM MOM) Dad, because of you I have no fear of wood working tools, or of just getting down there and getting dirty. I'm brave enough to find a piece of wood and sand that bad boy down, paint it, add some poly and voila: new end table. You are helping me make a home every time I go into a hardware store, so thanks and I love you.

Thimble Blossom's Late Bloomer

As if the name of this quilt doesn't fit my life completely...the colors sure do. I found this quilt, but done in the Moda's Blush layer cake. OMGosh I <33333333 it!! Turquoise and pink are so me. At first I wanted to make a King size, but I think I'll be happier (financially & patiently) with this as a throw. Of course I couldn't be content with that so... with a little extra yardage PILLOWCASES!!!
Yes, I know I'm demented but that's why you love me!

big goals and lil goals

So, I did my New Years Eve thing. I cried over the last year and just how crappy it's been, but I smiled about the things that have turned out okay. It was healing and refreshing; and then it was time to look toward the new year.

I'm not a person who thinks New Years Day is a clean slate. To me it isn't; I have the same life and the same problems. However, I think it is a physical reminder of sorts of starting over or doing better. A day to put your best foot forward.

I chose not to. Instead I buried myself among my clippings, quotes, notebooks, journals, and really old family videos. I read my weight journal from 10 years ago...a weight I have now come back too *sigh*, and watched in the videos how my weight (and outlook on life) progressed. When I was happy I looked better, carried myself upright, and was more active; when life sucked I slouched, wore sweats, and just kinda bummed around. My outside reflected my inside and it showed for everyone to see.

I wrote a list of the things I need to work on everyday: Physical, Emotional, Spiritual, Intellectual, and Nutritional. Under each I have a list of activities that I can do once a day. I want to be me again. Whole, healthy, and strong in all the ways I need to.

I can do this.

For the girl