Don't Be Fooled By The Mismatched Clothing And Grass In Her Hair!

On July 7th around 8pm...my girls and their cousin Beth wanted to go on our nightly ATV ride over to the new house. I had been cleaning and packing and was so tired. I had not even taken the time to eat and was getting a little sick. I let Manga Dork and cousin Beth each take a girl on their ATV. I said, "Go slow...no acrobats." I ate 10 mini corn dogs. Then the girls burst into the house crying and yelling.

Manga Dork said that she looked back and turned the wheel and the 4 wheeler had flipped completely over. I saw Cutie clutching her stomach. I said, "It ran over her stomach!" I panicked! Turns out she was clutching her arm. Just one glance near the elbow and I knew it was broken...badly. We took her to the ER...mismatched dirty play clothes and hair full of grass. Manga Dork had given her a makeover prior to the ride that included LOTS of hairspray.

We left our local hospital a little after midnight after a quick kiss to wish each other "Happy? 17th Anniversary." We drove 3 hours to Columbus Children's Hospital. It took 3 people to hold her arm down for the IV. I felt like I was going to completely lose it. They doped her up with morphine.

She had surgery at noon and received her bright pink cast. Now we have a matching set...leg and arm.

After eating and drinking and peeing enough to satisfy the nurse, Cutie was wheeled out in a wagon at 8pm. We had a lovely anniversary dinner from Dairy Queen in the car as we drove home. We felt like zombies. When we got home my dear Dr. Hubby fell asleep clutching his pjs. I just let him sleep in his clothes.

She has 3 pins that come out of her skin underneath her cast. She gets everything removed August 10th!

Upon further inspection of the ATV, Dr. Hubby discovered it had been in 4th gear. Manga Dork had been untruthful. A bad decision that had terrible consequences...consequences that could have been SO much worse. It hurts to even think about how bad it could have been. Thank God for miracles and watching over my girlies.

You Won't Even Believe What I Have Been Up To!

What a summer this has been! Would you believe I am still looking for fun?! Would you believe I am ready for the end of August to get here?!

Believe it. Here's the story...

My FIL was at Cleveland Clinic. We went to visit for a weekend. It was the first time my 2 littles have stayed at a hotel. They loved wearing all their brand new swim stuff. I brought my niece and nephew to my home for a week so my SIL could stay in Cleveland with my MIL. Then we had a cousin here for the week after that.

My FIL is now here in our town at the rehab center. He may have to have bowel surgery and then they are doing the dye test on his aneurysm. My MIL is so tired and stressed. We take every chance we can to make her smile.

Last Thursday I was too tired to go on the nightly ATV ride over to the new house. Well, I let Manga Dork and the cousin take the 2 littles with them. I hurried and ate dinner cause I was so hungry I was getting sick. About 20 minutes later they all come bursting through the door. Manga Dork had flipped the ATV completely over and on its wheels again. She had tire marks rubber burnt across her leg and a sprained knee. Cutie had been flipped off and her arm was broken. Our local hospital sent her to Columbus Children's Hospital. She had to have surgery and 3 pins put in her arm. Another hot pink cast! They assure me that she won't have to start kindergarten in it! Thank goodness! Dr. Hubby and I had only 1.5 hours of sleep from Thursday morning to Friday night! We were zombies.

Want to feel like dirt? Take a child into a hospital and tell them they were on an ATV. Mother of the Year...I may be banned for life!

Today we finally got some good news! We close on our new house tomorrow at noon! I hope this is only the start of the good stuff! I feel like I am starring in the movie Crappy Scrappy and the Totally Bummer Summer!

You've Never Had It So Random {We're Moving When!? Edition}

Manga Dork was in the play "A Shotgun Wedding" this weekend. See her there standing in the old pants, boots, and man's shirt. Her character was hilarious! Wild Child would not quit poking her head into the shot...little rat.

I cleaned up a corner full of overflow stuff from my organization for the yard sale and move. While cleaning this one corner we destroyed the entire rest of the house. At least the corner is clean and now filled with several boxes packed and ready to go.

We visited FIL yesterday. He is out of ICU. Because of the medicines and infection and such he is hallucinating. He got really aggravated cause he said someone broke his bag that is collecting his pee and it was all over the floor. He got really aggravated when the nurse left without cleaning it up. He said "this is the nastiest place ever." heehee He got mad at MIL earlier in the day because she couldn't see all the little bugs in the air. I was dying to sit down next to him and say "Ew...what did I step in!" OR start swatting at the gnats. I behaved. I love him so much.

And for the biggest most stressfullest craziest most impossibleness of randomosity E.V.E.R. {Yes, I know most of those aren't even real words}....

My FIL can only come home if he has a walk in shower, open floor plan, handrails, etc. So since they are supposed to moving in my current home in 5 weeks and it has all the above...I HAVE TO MOVE IN 2 WEEKS! And I think 2 weeks is being generous. He will be home at the beginning of next week I bet. I don't get the keys to my new home until the end of this week. I wanted to clean, hire it all painted, organize all this stuff BEFORE I moved. I am so freaked out!

I need some FUN.
Happy Monday!

Not What She Used To Be

Last night on the way to eat chinese and go to the grocery store I hit a 6 point buck with my Escalade. It was just me and the 2 littles in the car. Dr. Hubby and Manga Dork stayed home to clean out the garage. I thought for sure I was getting the "better deal."

I had just set my cruise control at 55. This is unusual beause I normally set it at 59...4 miles over the speed limit. BUT I had seen lots of deer on the smaller road so I thought I better not push it. I hit the deer less than a mile after setting the cruise.

He hit almost right in the center of my vehicle. I saw him fly into the air with all the little parts flying beside him. That vision haunted me a little as I laid down to go to sleep last night. I hate that I killed something. He was tagged by a man and if still useable will provide meat for him and his family. Cutie slept through the whole thing!

As for my Escalade...the grill was completely demolished. The driver side headlight was busted and hanging down. The bumper is dented. The hood is dented. The passenger side tire is flat. Liquid was leaking from everywhere. The radiator was crunched and pushed back about 8 inches. They had to hook her up and pull her onto the truck. She would no longer start.

I am glad I did not get smacked in the face with the airbag. I felt like I was deserting her when I cleaned my stuff out before they came to pick her up. That's so silly.

Believe it or not I haven't cried over this...til now. Thank you God for keeping us safe. Thank you for protecting my babies.

Practically In The Middle Of The Street

Some of you may remember me posting about the group of ladies I used to get together with to make cards once a month. I couldn't figure out why all of a sudden I was not being invited and my Stampin' Up consultant was acting really chilly when I called to ask for a new catalog.



Last Thursday night after the parade of costumes in our little town I saw one of the girls and decided to finally ask what had happened.



I asked, "Do you have any idea what I might have done to "K"?" I told her I was hurt and worried I had done something to make her mad.



She kind of stuttered around at first and then her face totally changed and she got real, "It was your blog." What?! She said, "We had seen how you were talking about your MIL and were all worried you would talk about things we said about people." I think she even said something about how things get around our small town.



It is no secret on my blog that I had a very rough time with my MIL and still do from time to time. I used my blog to vent so I wouldn't start WWIII in our family. I am not sure how they could think "things would get around our small town" when on my blog I don't use my real name or location. Other than a family member or 2 she was the only one with my blog address. This is also the reason I know SHE had to tell the others about my posts...they don't read my blog.

I realized I was standing in the street and traffic had started to go through. I numbly walked back to Dr. Hubby's office. Then...I lost it. I did the "ugly cry." I was heart broken. Who do they think they are? I kept picturing them sitting around the table discussing how they need to "protect" themselves from me. I felt so betrayed.

I cried through the KFC drive thru...I cried when I called my mom and told her the story...I cried when Dr. Hubby and I were discussing it. Manga Dork was so mad. She had attended the workshops with me and felt betrayed by these ladies too. The next morning my eyes were so swollen, but I was past being sad...I was mad!

I had enjoyed the workshops so much. I thought these ladies were my friends. I had put my all into everything I created for our swaps. I had seen 4 of them out and about and had given them a big hug...genuinely happy to see them. I had even hugged the one in the middle of the street! They each made exscuses for why there had been no workshops. They had all talked to me like nothing had happened. Fake.

I am over it now. Knowing what I know now...you could not pay me to have anything to do with these women. They were not my friends. Their gossip is safe now that I am not there to post it on my blog that no one they know reads. I am sure I will be the topic of the next get together. Well, I hope they recognize how I stood up for myself...how I know things were twisted...how the only thing I posted about them on this blog was how I didn't know what I had done wrong to be excluded...how they handled things WRONG!

If they will throw me under the bus for such a stupid reason...it is only a matter of time before they pick someone else to go under there with me.

I am left with a dilemna. I do not want anymore of my words twisted. I actually don't want them to have access to anymore of my thoughts. I do not want to go private. Should this be the end of this blog? Should I take this opportunity to create a new blog...a new start? Do you think this is wimpy and I should just not care if they are reading it? Don't worry...I will take all my bloggy friends with me! I need your opinions! Help!

Walking A Thin Line...Between Sanity And Completely Losing It

For the last month I have kinda felt like this. Here are just a few things that are making me feel this way...

1. Dr. Hubby's 35th birthday is Monday and I don't know what to get him...at all.

2. My MIL is going through an "I'm worried about the kids and you don't even seem to care" phase. She calls and talks about "poor little Wild Child" and how she thinks she needs her hearing tested. And "poor little Manga Dork" goes to a "country dentist" and do I really think that he knows if she needs a retainer on her bottom teeth or not. It is drivin' me flippin' crazy.

3. It is almost the end of May and Dr. Hubby still has not hired a contractor for our remodel. Everyone is probably already booked and we are not going to get it done.

4. I am the leader of our TOPS weight loss group and I seem to be trying to eat everything in sight.

5. Dr. Hubby has brought home 7 cats in the last couple weeks. 5 are babies that need more attention than I have the time or energy to give them.

6. Dr. Hubby has been overly critical with me and I feel like I can't win for losing when it comes to "housewifery."

7. How does someone go about feeling "sexy" when you know you have the body straight off a "gag" birthday card from Spencers. I keep picturing the card with the big fat woman laying next to a birthday cake.

8. Yesterday was so craptastic that I ended it sitting in my porch swing. I needed quiet to think and relax. Unfortunately the main thought that came to me was "I'm not going to survive the summer if every day is like this."

I think I am going through one of those transitions, and I am having a hard time finding myself. I am sure you have noticed the zillion background changes to my blog...nothing seems to fit. I will figure out a way to lick my wounds and clean myself off soon I hope.

{pictures are 2 of the kittens after their bath}

How Do You Even Know What One Smells Like?!

I cleaned all day. Yet it seemed I was making no progress. I was frustrated. I picked up Manga Dork from the bus. I went to clean the littles' room {referred to as the ghetto} and as I was bringing some trash to the kitchen I noticed that the living room {the only room I managed to completely clean} was on the verge of being trashed. The coffee table was turned...there were toys in the floor...and they were all 3 eating chips and being messy about it. Crumbs! Everywhere! That was when it happened...

I.had.a.meltdown.

I am talking a throw myself across the bed...hyperventilating...crying loudly...calling Dr. Hubby while he is still seeing patients...kind of FIT! With a heavy dose of mindless eating following immediately.

It wasn't pretty.

I don't know what a "breakdown" feels like, but I think I may be teetering mighty close to the edge. Dr. Hubby says I am one of the most sane people he knows. Boy do I have him fooled.

And you would think that the last thing he would want to do is add to my stress. He tells me he has not called the contractors for our estimate on our remodel. I am not sure what he is waiting on, but he is doing his best to make sure everyone is already booked. Then he decides to tell me that our home smells like...

wait

for

it....

A MEERKAT HOLE.

Now I know where he is when he doesn't come home til 9 or 10.

This Job Is Overwhelming!

It's official...I am overwhelmed {and maybe a tad premenstrual}.

My house is a mess...I can't seem to get it clean. It seems things are working against me. Dr. Hubby came home last night and said it "looked like a bomb went off." I had a plate full of scraps in my hands. It took all my strength to continue out the door to Annie Louise's dog bowl. I wanted to throw those ALL OVER THE KITCHEN...I wanted to dance in them. But I knew it would only be another mess for me to clean up. When I mentioned being overwhelmed he said that I should "get up off the couch and clean the house...that it wasn't going to clean itself." It was 10 pm and I was exhausted. I replied, "What I need is for you to shut up." He did.

This housewife business is hard. It seems that if you have kids, no matter how much you clean at the end of the day the house still looks like it did that morning! How is that possible?

I sometimes ask myself "Is this really what my life is going to be like?" If so I need to get better at it...alot better.

I need a day in the schoolhouse to scrap my stress away...but then there are dance outfits to buy, graduation dresses to buy, tball practices and games, and LAUNDRY.

And don't even ask how my diet is going.

Kinda Like Ke$ha...But Not As Cool

I am in a mood.

It's not a good one...but not a hideous angry messy one.

Just a....ummm...shoot I can't think how to describe it other than...pi$$y.

I can't seem to shake it.

I think it started when my husband asked if he could take my pee to work with him because it had an odor {now that is romance}.

I know what might help cheer me up...how about you all taking turns telling what fabulous thing you love best about my blog...lol...just joking.

Nothing cheers me up like finding great new bloggy reads and friends. Look at my blog roll in the left column...do not choose any of those people...I already know they are fantastic...now leave me a comment and the link or addy to a really great blog.

You know the one I am talking about...the one you are excited to see updated...the second one you come to every day {cause I know you all come here first...winkwink}.

I hope this works...

You've Never Had It So Random...{No Kids Edition}

It is weird not having the little ones under my feet. I keep hearing them say my name. Creepy.

I don't know if I am having a seasonal crisis...midlife crisis {a little early}...or an identity crisis. My "self" just feels off. I feel like I am questioning all my thoughts, beliefs, feelings, actions, etc. I can't seem to find my gRoOvE.

Last night Wild Child called and said she wants to come home. I better start scrapping FAST!

Manga Dork and I saw "Valentine's Day" yesterday...I was expecting STUPID...I LOVED it! The characters are all so likeable. We laughed...we said "Awww...how sweet." Such a cute film. Taylor Lautner actually has the line "I'm not comfortable taking off my shirt in public." I LOL'd. Lil Sis you have need to go see it NOW!

Dr. Hubby let Manga Dork pierce the top of her ear while I was innocently in a CRAFTS 2000 induced coma at the mall. When we got in the car and were driving out of the parking lot I had to stop the car and sit for 10 minutes...my blood was boiling. Both of them knew I was against it.

My BIL and SIL are moving off the farm this month. This makes me sad and mad. We could have had SO much fun, but it is ALWAYS drama. I guess I am mourning all the good times we could have had.

Happy Monday! {Prepare to be dazzled and amazed tomorrow by all my scrappy creations!}

NOT a Happy Camper

I was at my niece's birthday party last Friday and she opened a gift that was such a neat idea...a electric adding machine and yard sale labels...my niece loves the big yard sale and wants to give "receipts" and price her stuff. I say, "Neat! Who got you that?" My MIL immediately says, "That is from me and FIL, we still have to get Cutie her gift." {add nervous laughing here} Yep, that is right...she told me they could not afford to buy Cutie anything when it was her party {less than one week before niece's party}. AND later I was reading the card on a dozen gorgeous red roses with a balloon attached to them that had been delivered to niece's school...guess who's names were on the card?! From Daddy, Mommy, AND FIL and MIL!!!

I was talking to MIL on Tuesday and mentioned that the little ones needed a change of scenery. She said she would get them the next day after a dr. appt. for FIL. Well, she STILL has not let them come visit.


Last night she dropped something off at our home and whispered and sneaked away so they would not hear her...SHE HAS NOT SEEN THEM FOR A WHOLE WEEK!

She then called 5-6 times begging for Manga Dork to come spend the night...ummm...I don't think so.

AND the cherry on top. Dr. Hubby invited Manga Dork to join us for date night tonight. Boy does that make me feel special. His explanation, "But it's for Valentine's Day." Ummm...that is supposed to be MY argument.

Anyone peed in your cheerios lately? Go ahead...vent...I won't tell!

Dear January,

Dear January,

I just looked at the calendar. Your time is almost up. You have only 3 more days to curse my world with your snowstorms...dark dreary days...cabin fever...and post-holiday blues. You have turned me into someone I really dislike...I am moody...super sensitive...bored...lazy...messy...and the list could go on an on {but I don't want to scare all my bloggy friends away}.

While watching the intensely educational show For The Love of Ray J yesterday I learned something quite profound. Ms. Berry was talking to Snoop Dog and she explained how she wanted to be there for Ray at the end of the day...when he comes home tired and in need of a place to unwind from all the chaos. I had one of Oprah's "A-Ha Moments." I want to be that for Dr. Hubby. He deserves it. He works ridiculous hours {830ish to 9 or 10ish}. I want our home and family to be a haven for him. A place he actually looks forward to coming home to...

I took a look around our home...January chaos and laziness.
I took a look at the kids...still bouncing off the walls at 8pm.
I took a look at myself...ummmm...I don't want to scare you...let's just say that I usually change from one pair of pjs to another pair! LOL!

What happens when he comes home? I am usually fighting the littles to get in bed...begging Manga Dork to quit texting and get in the shower...he has to wash a spoon cause there are none clean for him to eat his nightly bowl of cereal with...then I run off to take a shower and put on fresh pjs...

AND thanks to January I usually have one crying time each night. Then he worries about me because when I am blue I am B.L.U.E.

That is one of the downfalls of being a really upbeat smiley laughy person...you freak people out when you are feeling down.

I want to be better AND I love nothing better than a fresh start...so you have 3 more days January! Then comes February and my little project to make our home a place that blesses my husband at the end of the day. {I think I just heard a liberal woman hit the floor...lol}

I love February...with it's hearts and love and reds and pinks and purples!

Your days are numbered {literally} January.

Sincerely,
Scrappy Girl

Oh January...

...you do it to me every year. You begin with excitement...confetti...cheering...a happy kiss...my MIL shooting a gun into the air from my front porch {insert eye roll} causing me to threaten the kids if they dare try to go outside with her. I love putting the new calendar on the fridge...so pretty and lacking all my writing in the sometimes too small squares. I love a new beginning...

Then January 12th or so rolls around. I find myself overwhelmed...depressed...bored. My house is a disaster and I am so tired of all the mess...the fighting...the crying...the whining. I feel I have lost control of everything. I have a very short fuse. I yell...I cry...I send all the tension straight to my back muscles! {Ouch}

I have so many things going around in my head right now...so many things I want to change or fix...so many things that seem out of control...but most of all I keep thinking...

I hate January.

Don't Make Fun Of The Frazzled Mom!

This morning was crazy! Dr. Hubby snapped at Manga Dork and made her cry. I had one preschooler crying to go to school and one crying to stay home...unfortunately it was the one who didn't want to go that had to go today! I couldn't find her shoes anywhere. We were 10 minutes late.

I went in and apologized to her teacher and explained that we had lost her shoes and about the crying. She laughed and said, "Well, I'm surprised you haven't brought the wrong one in." I told her not to count that out yet.

As I was walking out the door I heard her say to the kids, "Today we do not have a leader...because we are having our VALENTINE party!"

Feels good to not be the only crazy one on this planet! LOL! I needed that giggle...

Did I Really Expect Him To Notice?

Yesterday I told Dr. Hubby on the phone that my goal for the day was to completely clean the house AND get ALL my laundry done. He replied, "In one day?!"

During the weekend I worked on the laundry and he commented, "It feels like you have been doing the same thing all day." Hmmm...

I knew that my goal was a big one, but I was determined. Monday's cleanup is always harder because our home looks like we had a party while our parents were away. LOL!

Well, I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned...I folded and hung laundry all day long. At the end of the day our home looked wonderful. I got all the laundry was all done except for a couple pieces that had to washed seperately. I lit the candles, put the little ones to bed, took a shower, and sat down at the computer to do some New Orleans planning.

Dr. Hubby came through the door and said, "What is that smell?" Manga Dork started in with how terrible her day had been. Dr. Hubby said, "It smells like a wet cat in here!" I had some issues with a smelly mop.

That is all that was said about the house.

Well, I felt like this. My legs and feet were aching. Dr. Hubby did rub my legs when I asked. I think I am going to do NOTHING all day today. That way I am sure he will notice what I did!

Why do we always notice the negatives more than the positives?

Today go out of your way to compliment a job well done.

Jinxed By A Chubby Chick Eating Chinese

Yesterday I was merrily on my way to Walmart with my 3 kids and MD's BFF Taylor (cause grocery shopping is so easy with kids I like to take mine AND an extra one or two) when someone requested we eat chinese. Well, I wouldn't want them to get hungry and feel bad while we pick out our healthy food.

At the restaurant there was a lady and 2 teens sitting at the table across from us. We made eye contact and exchanged smiles. I went to the buffet to fill the 2 little one's plates. When I came back the lady said,

"Your kids are so well behaved. They just sat there and talked while you were gone."

My heart dropped to my toes and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up! If we had been in a movie...the wind would have suddenly changed direction. I said "thank you" and she proceeded to tell me about the horrors of eating out with her friend's children.

Everything was fine...we had a great meal. Then we went to Walmart...

Cutie decided she was mad and was going to argue at me through all the health and beauty aisles. She caught sight of the Halloween section and became my "hat." Wild Child got away from the 2 teens and Manga Dork said there was a woman who actually said "Gee!" while they chased her through half the store. Then the teens got called down by a Walmart associate for playing volleyball down an aisle. I was innocently in the food section. Yes...my children were "Those kids" and I was "That mom."

They even had the nerve to ask for ice cream while we were driving home.

I knew I shouldn't have had chinese.

My Happy Place

I love to lay down on my bed in the middle of the day...close my eyes...relax all my muscles...and let my mind wander...

Sometimes my day is so stressful that I will take a moment and "tiptoe to my happy place." My happy place is Archivers...stop giggling I know I am a nerd. I imagine walking down the aisles...looking at the paper and other scrappy goodies. I love it.

Where is your happy place?

Cutie Got Evaluated

With all the issues in our 2 little ones' birthfamily it really worries me what their challenges may be. Today I took Cutie for a speech evaluation. When she started preschool in September she started stuttering and fluttering her eyelids when trying to speak. This has totally went away, but we still kept the appt. due to delayed speech. She is about a year behind with her speech, but the therapist was amazed with her language and ability to express herself. I mentioned some of my worries and I thank the Lord for the reassurance the therapist gave me. She did not see any markers of something serious right now. Thank you Lord for blessing my babies with healthy lives...looking at the other birthsiblings I know it could be very different.

Btw...about 2 weeks ago Foster Son was adopted by the family he moved in with after leaving our home...we are so happy for him.

Caution: Flying Pigs!

For the last couple days I have had several interactions with my MIL. I laughed harder last night with her than I have laughed in a long time. McDonalds gave me the wrong snack wrap...I asked if I could have the "mistakes" for my dog...they said "yes"...thinking their window was closed my MIL started barking...the window was not closed. H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S. Sorry Annie Louise...she ate them too.



NieNie was on Oprah yesterday. I loved it. She is so beautiful and I love that Oprah showed her teaching another mom to be more appreciative...I think that is one of her gifts from God. It is impossible to read NieNie without being inspired to be better.


Nordstrom.com caught my attention with their new Twilight items.

Manga Dork insists on being Team Jacob. Even I thought the "because Edward bites" was cute on this T.

Debbie Macomber's new Christmas book "The Perfect Christmas" is out now. She always delivers sweet holiday romances.

Yesterday the DirecTV guy did not show up between 12 and 4. What a pain! I came home from the volleyball game last night to a message on my answering machine accusing us of giving an address that doesn't exist so we could get local channels...huh? Something about access piracy. He said he would give us a chance to contact DirecTV and do the "right thing." His number came up private caller. Said something rude about wasting his time. Does he not know I am having PMS?

It's almost the weekend!

Friend...Amigo...Buddy...Chum...Comrade...Crony...Pal

Friends have been on my mind alot lately. From the drama with Manga Dork and her BFF to the fact that I don't have any...LOL!

BFF Ruth lives 4 hours away and does not own a car...due to my schedule with the kids school and activities we get to see each other very little...thank God for the telephone!

I would love to have someone here in this area to laugh and have fun together.

I just found out on Friday that the Cardmaking group I was getting together with for a year had been getting together without me. I called the SU consultant and asked her when she was going to be hosting another workshop since it had been so long (April). She said that they had gotten together a couple times over the summer and that Linda had invited them to her home that night. I felt like she had smacked me. She didn't even call to tell me another catalog had came out...she acted like she wasn't sure if another one had come out. It was bizarre. I am very hurt. What did I do wrong?

I have connected with a girl at TOPS...I am hoping to maybe have a "play date" soon. She is a Twilight fan so maybe we can go see the movie together.

This post sounds so whiney...but I had to get it off my chest...and blogging is so good for that.

I did tell Dr. Hubby last night that if the "friend situation" didn't look up soon that he needed to find a new job out west...

btw...Lil Sis emailed these photos to me...I shook hands with this orangutan during our animal adventure in August. She lives on that preservation we visited. While out walking one day she found a stray dog. Her trainer went around to all the houses trying to return him. No one claimed him. The orangutan and the blue tick hound became fast friends and the first thing she did was give him a bowl of food when they got back to her house. So sweet.

Happy Monday! Sorry for the whiney post.