Selling a house. It’s not that fun. Having people tramping thru your house. Deciding if they like it or not. Waiting to hear back from the realtor who has to hear back from their realtor who has to hear back from them. And then they don’t like it. It’s too much work, it’s not enough work (for a fixer uper), this is wrong, that is wrong. Sigh.
It’s like they are criticizing a part of me. Maybe I am being too sensitive.

The last time the house was shown, the realtor called up and left a message saying things that the people didn’t like about the house. I was thinking, great! they didn’t like it and now there is some stuff that we need to fix. But come to find out, they did like the house they just had a few concerns. Sigh.

I just hope it sells soon. I don’t want to be in this limbo for months and months. And I do NOT want to be moving in the dead heat of summer. It looks like that is what is going to happen. Sigh.

Anyone out there interested in a house for sale?

I think that it is finished!!
Well, maybe not the archive feature, but all the rest?? hopefully!!!
I have not added much to the projects page but I have done such a butt load of everything else. Also, I can’t seem to find my recipe for my grandmas sugar cookies, I will have to call her for it. Other than that everything else really should work.
I hope I hope!!

Ok one more thing. It seems that the photo album that Jim programmed for me needs a little more programming. I’ll have to get him to fix it.

and then the posts should be more frequent. I just want this to be working!!

Will the painting ever be over? I am beginning to thnk that for the rest of my life I will be painting some wall or the other. Right now we are, well I should say I am (Jim doesn’t paint), painting the bathroom. Every ten minutes or so Eden comes in and says “What are you doing?” and I say “Painting, what are you doing?” I am painting the bathroom white because it seems that blue and lime green aren’t the most popular colors if you are trying to sell your house.

“What are you doing?” “Painting, what are you doing?”

It’s wierd what memories come up when you are sitting a in a bathroom, hugging the toilet, trying to paint the baseboards. I keep remembering all the thoughts I had while painting the bathroom the lovely blue and green. At that point I wasn’t even pregnant with Honor yet. It’t wierd to think of not even being pregnant. I can hardly remember when Honor was not part of our family. The good thing about selling our house is that I will never again have to paint that specific bathroom ever again. Gotta look at the bright side.

“What are you doing?” “Painting, what are you doing?”

Happy birthday to my most wonderful husband, Jim. I am sorry that most people do not remember your birthday (including your family), but I want you to know that I love you and you are worth so much to me.

On another note. I hate being sick! I need to puke and I can’t so I am just walking around feeling horrible. Nursing a baby doesn’t help! Poor Eden does not feel well either. And Jim! He is starting to feel bad and it’s his BIRTHDAY!!! :( Get well to us!

Honor will hereby be referred to as “the Squirm.” There are very few moments in the day that he is not moving. When I hold him he has to be kicking his feet, when I nurse him he has to be kicking his feet and trying to touch my face (which is quite sweet.) When he is in his car seat he has to be kicking his feet. When he is playing on the floor he is wiggling evey way possible.
If Honor is the Squirm, Eden should be the…. Will Never Be Potty Trained Child.

It now seems that you can get text messages from the Pope. Can they make religion anymore convienent? What happened to having a personal experience with God? Now you can just do it all from your cell phone!!!

So funny, this totally fits:

We may have to get rid of some of our furniture because our baby?s head has moved in — dooce.

Cynnical Me
Looking.
Thinking.
Doubting.
Considering.
Pondering.
Wondering.
Remembering
that
Miracles can happen
do happen
did happen.

Cynnical Me
is
Wanting to change
Thinking I can’t
Wishing I would
Thinking I should
Remembering what I
was.
Innocent
Accepting
Believing
Hopeful
Trusting
Content

Cynnical Me
is
Wondering
what happened?

7:30 am – I changed Eden out of her diaper from the night before into panties. She sits on the potty.
8:10 am – Eden goes potty on the big girl potty.
8:52 am – Eden goes on the potty.
9:25 am – Eden goes on the potty.
9:45 am – Eden pees in her panites.
9:55 am – Eden comes up to me grunting, POOPING in her panties. (This is the thing that really sucks about panties… they cost like $3.50 a piece so I can’t really justify throwing them away when there is a huge juicy poop in them.)
10:05 am – Mommy finishes cleaning the poop explosion.
10:45 am – Eden sits on the potty.
11:15 am – Eden pees in her panites. Again. At the rate we’re going I can’t do laundry fast enough. This is usually the point that I give up, but I keep thinking of all that money I could use to buy yarn if I don’t have to keep buying diapers for two kids.
12:00 pm – Eden sits on the potty, which is good because we are now wearing the last pair of panties lined with plastic. After this we go to the cloth ones and there will be no hope for catching up on laundry.
(Let me also say that it is noon and Eden has already gone more than I go in a whole day! Where does it all come from?)
12:42 pm – Eden goes on the potty. (Mommy breathes a sigh of relief.)
1:23 pm – Eden goes potty.
2:03 pm – Eden goes potty and I put a diaper on her for her nap.
5:10 pm – Eden wakes up and sits on the potty

I read this the other day and keep thinking about it. It is good to remember that being a mom is my job now. Too bad I don’t get paid…. But being home to raise my kids is more rewarding than any paycheck could ever be.

The worst job I’ve ever done

via dooce.

Seeing those lamb recipes below reminds me, I priced lamb yesterday and it is EXPENSIVE! I had better like lamb, that is for sure!