Random Ramblings

So the dog is gone... decided things were getting worse and not better (he randomly started pooing on the floor every night...) and that with a baby coming we need things to be better not worse. So no dog for awhile. Experience triumphs again *sigh*

I can't figure out why my blog side bar is down at the bottom of all the entrys...talk about inconvenient.

We got little T a slide... it's fun ($15)

OH! and my favorite!
Our front yard is bursting with roses! It's so pretty... if extremly haphazard (whoever chose the colors didn't have a sceme they just put lots of roses.... Though some do match which means at one point they were probably corodinated and then whoever replaced them didn't know what they were doing) ANyway... I wish I had the camera... there's a tall arching bush that has tiny yellow roses (it's almost done blooming...sandess) and ever so many other kinds and colors... there's also these large puffy flowers that accent here and there... they are fun and exciting. And right by the door are snap dragons (I LOVE SNAP DRAGONS!) two colors and there's been a conversant one almost daily since they bloomed. I shall look forward to summer ever year we live here.

The End

A storm is coming
I can feel it brewing.
Somewhere deep in my soul it amasses
The craving that must devour
And drench me in it’s power
Until I submit
Then like gentle shower it recedes
Complacent at the gift it has received.
Leaving my soul whole and fresh and fed.

In the words of Mother

I just had a TooFunny!
I was blogging and turned around to see Little T with a towel in her mouth. Not so bad but at the other end of the towel was the dog. They were growling at eachother!
A little while later I hear T saying "No!" and chasing after the dog. I tell him to drop whatever he's got and watch her pick up the same towel and stick it in her mouth and trot back over to me.
Weirdo!

Guess we know who she came from.


Yesterday I told Yrgysh that if I had a book of scriptures it would go "I mE having been born of weird parents, having grown up in a strange place with strange siblings, therefor I am weird and strange."

Oh what to be when I grow up?

How about an Astronaut?

Or maybe a farmer? (My family are all animals after all... I have experience!)

I could build a gaint exosuit with my Dad.... I wonder is legos would be a good medium?

The whole Jedi thing doesn't really apeal to me...

But whatever I do I'm sure it will be Romantic!

I HATE morningsickness!

Is there anyway to possibly express how much I dispise and hate morning sickness?!
\Last night a woman who just left her first trimester was talking abt how little she experienced it... this did not bother me... then she started talking about throwing up and I couldn't handle it! I wanted to keep the browniee I was eating down thankyou very much!
That being said she didn't know. We havn't told many people outside the family.
But reiterate... I hate loth dispise morningsickness.
Though I think it's harder to deal with this time because it will be weeks before I know if the baby is doing well and growing or not. At least knowning it is doing well makes it worth it yes?
enough of my pesimim
mE

Iris is going to be a song writer

Kiss Me

Karen looked around her. Not a soul in the room noticed her. A small overly awkward teen amongst mainly confident slightly older teens. There was laughter… plenty of it. And from where she stood she could see both the family room where there was a game of pool going on and into the kitchen where Christmas treats from Holland were being doled out. It was ofcourse tradtion for the church youth to have a round the world progressive dinner every year about this time. It was Karen’s second year.
She smiled as she over heard a rather silly joke. That’s when she heard it…
“Kiss me!” The voice was deep and obviously filled with mirth and standing right behind her. She turned and saw one of the nicest guys she’d ever met, Sam( three years her senior and boyfriend of the coolest girl in the group.) “Kiss ME!” he repeated getting down on one knee making it much more possible to comply with the demand. Karen knew she was blushing but she couldn’t help it, she’d never been more confused in her life. Then she saw him wink and point descreetly up at the mistle toe above her head. She wanted to run and hide she wanted him to kiss her at the very least. But she leaned over and kissed his cheek and then jumped back. “Ah my lady!” Sam shouted and lept to his feet and before she could escape he had grabbed her hand and planted a firm brotherly kiss upon it. “You make me the luckiest Christmas fool!” By this time several others were around talking and Karen slipped to another side of the room. Smiling sweetly at the thought of his kiss but feeling sick to her stomach all the same for the unasked for attention. She glanced over at him and he winked.
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Karen laughed out right.
“Kiss ME!” A rather deep voice repeated from behind her. She turned around and there was Sam tall and handsome as ever. She had known he had tranfered to her college but almost a whole year had passed and she hadn’t seen him.
“Sam!” She reached out a hugged him.
“Didn’t you here my demand?” He said holding her back. “I sadi kiss me? How am I supposed to be anything other than a frog if none of these ladies around here will give me a proverbial kiss?”
Karen shrugged, years of maturing making her much more composed. “There’s no misiltoe you havn’t got a leg to stand on.”

Sam dropped to his nees. And Karen lost her composer. “Stop it! Get up.” She pleaded but he only winked at her and puckered up. She dropped a quick kiss on his forhead and watched in dismay as he fained a faint. Then she turned to walk away just as red and daunted as she had been that night so many years ago.
“Wait up!” Sam called and quickly caught up without her waiting. “Do I look more like a Prince?” he asked.
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“Kiss ME” was written all over all the napkins. And a banner was hung up with it embalened in the wedding colors. “Kiss ME” was written out in red frosting on the grooms cake with a mistle toe in the corner. And there was Sam tall strong and handsome waiting for her to join him in welcoming guests.
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Karen blinked. Now why did he have to go and wink at her like that? This was going to be a hard crush to get over.