Hi everyone! Hope you’ve had a fabulous week. Mine wasn’t so great in places, that’s for sure. I had pink-eye! Good grief, what an unpleasant experience THAT was. The only saving grace of it was I was off work for two days (Monday/Tuesday) and on Tuesday, I had the entire house to myself (no husband, kids, anything but me, the dog, and the cat) for 9 whole hours!
It. Was. Awesome.
Okay, happy times, happy times. Moving right along into our normal topics.
Finally starting to move past my block (for the moment) with Sarah and Tom. I’ve gotten over 5k words in this week, which given my track record recently, that’s quite something. Maybe the bribe I put in place (for every 5k I write on Carved, I can write up to 5k on another project) is working. Who knows, but at least things are moving forward finally!
My old sociopathic vampire buddy, Jordan MacNaught (from my currently-dead Dream-Walker War series) is starting to make his presence in my thoughts known and ask for me to move along with that particular storyline. I left him and Chris in a rather interesting place mentally and he’d really like to finish saving the world so his life can go back to (for him) normal.
So, we’ll see how all that shakes out in the weeks/months to come. I’m still awaiting a verdict from Agent Lady on whether she thinks the series can be placed somewhere or if it should just be shoved under a mattress and forgotten.
Wow – one month and one day from now the girls will be 3. THREE! My God, where has the time gone? And yet they’re still not completely speaking English. Jackie still goes off on her little babble babble Sammie bite babble babble tangents. It’s so frustrating, especially when she has a serious look on her face, as if whatever she’s saying is very important to her and I can’t understand her! And seriously, there’s very little actual biting going on any more. They seem to have mostly gotten over that, although accusations of biting still are pretty common.
One month and eight days from now, my baby boy will be eight. Eight years old. Yowser. I still remember the day he was born oh-so-well. And he was soooo little. It was the only time in his life where his measurements hit the perfect 50/50 mark for height/weight percentiles. Within two months his weight shot up and eventually his height did too. Ahh, I miss my little Buddha baby.
And then, eight days after that, the hubby turns the big 4-0. Yup, 40! Muahaha, and he’s been sulking over that for the past year. Tragically, I am not allowed to get him a vulture cake. Below is along the lines of what I’d totally get him if I could get away with it. Except it would say “Josh” not “John” obviously. Unfortunately, dire consequences for MY 40th have been threatened if I do anything along these lines, and I fully believe him. He’s sneaky.
Woot woot! We have painted walls and exterior, and exterior trim! But it didn’t happen all at once. Here’s what we found Monday when we went by the house:
As you can see, they’ve started putting in the trim, and they painted the walls and ceiling. They even hung the interior doors. YAY!
Then, Wednesday, they painted the exterior trim. Woot woot!
The garage door has been hung, but I don’t have a picture of that because when I got the other pictures, the garage door was up (as you might be able to tell from the picture). I could see it though! And when I walked by this morning on my walk, it was down. And yay!
All right, this has been a long post and lots of pictures. Time to pack it in (and get ready for work tragically).
Question of the day: Are birthdays clustered close together in your family or far apart (as you can see, I have 4 birthdays in 15 days, and then there’s me…out in October).