Rambling

Its Friday guys. FRIDAY. That means I have until Tuesday to get everything I need done before my mother-in-law gets here. Oh Lordy, help me! I think I just may be able to get it decent before that time, but man in the mean time I'm freaking out! Besides the fact that I need more boxes. If you see a lady rummaging around behind the gas station, its just me looking for boxes. Its okay.

I finally got up the nerve to ask for help though, you know to someone besides my husband who doesn't really help anyway. I don't know why its so hard, but I just feel so weak to have to ask someone to help me. Stupid I know, but thats how I feel. So my kids are going to play at a friends for a little bit while I pack up my kitchen. I'm just hoping the little break away from each other will be good for us. Because at this point everyone in my house hates each other. My kids are bored, there's nothing to do, mom's busy packing, so they get into trouble and are naughty. Lots of yelling going on here. Its fantastic.

I signed up to bring chili to our ward cook-off thing next tuesday. Why did I do that? All my cooking stuff will be packed away by then, I'll be leaving a day or so after that, why do I feel the need to over-extend myself? Its so stupid.

Okay, I'm done talking. Great on you for reading all this, since I know its super up-beat and happy. Can you tell I've hit my limit? I'm tired and I'm sick and I'm overwhelmed and I HATE PACKING. Okay, gotta get back to work, enough whining.

p.s. Do you guys watch America's Next Top Model? Because I am LOVING this season with the "petite" girls (i.e. SHORT). I totally missed my chance, I'll never be a top model now! waaah! Anyway, ANTM and Bejeweled Blitz are my only escape from reality. Bless them.

Deep Thoughts...

So sorry I haven't been around, I feel like I'm running around with my head chopped off, but things are starting to come together. Doesn't moving suck?! I really hope the next time we move someone else will do all the work. Here's hoping.

So even though I really shouldn't be wasting time, I did wanted to blog for a minute about friends and how that all works when you're moving. This was just something I noticed the last week or so, you let me know if this has been your experience too. So I think there are two kinds of friends when you're moving away, the friend that takes every chance they can to spend time with you before you have to go and the friend that totally drops you because you're gonna be gone soon anyway. Its interesting, and I totally understand both sides of it. The friend that just lets go as soon as they know you're leaving, I think, does it out of a sort of self-protection. It hurts to have the friend leave so instead of spending time together thinking about how much you're going to miss them, you just separate yourself from them so its easier. Do you think thats right? Or are they just not a real friend and don't really care you're leaving?

Its been really funny for me to see though, its probably easier for me because I get to go back home where I have plenty of family and friends I look forward to seeing; so it doesn't hurt that much. But still some people surprise me with their reaction. You know whats sad though? Really thinking about it, I would probably be more of a "separator" friend. Good thing to think about.

So what do you think? What kind of friend would you be, and have you had this experience?

I Didn't Lie, I Just Didn't Tell

So, just thought I'd let you know, I totally AM pregnant. I love that all you have to say is you don't feel good and everyone jumps right on the pregnant boat. Atleast this time you were right! Whoopy! (See how I put a positive twist on that so you wouldn't feel mad or like I'd mislead you? Tricky I know.)

Also, I'm moving. It is official and happening and I thought I'd let you know I'm moving in two weeks. So if I'm not on here very much, its because I'm packing. Or I'm supposed to be packing, but I'm in bed hiding under the covers because its just too overwhelming. Help me.

When I had my garage sale, I had two weeks to do that and basically wasted the entire time doing nothing. I'm REALLY hoping that doesn't happen this time. If it does, I'm totally screwed because my in-laws are coming down to help us drive up, and I'll look like a total loser. Atleast I have the pregnancy excuse. Phew.

Wish me luck okay? See ya soon!

Dang You Jiminy Cricket!

You may have noticed I took down my "mom" story. If you were fortunate enough to read it, count your blessings because it is loooooooong gone and its not coming back.

Its not coming back because my sister made me feel bad. (LOVE YOU SISTER!) She had to bring up all this legitimate garbage that made total sense and also made me feel bad.

Stuff like, my mom would be mortified if she knew I'd written it...blah, blah, blah...

And, would I like it if people were writing embarrassing stories about me even if I didn't know it, for the whole world to see...blah...

And, we love our moms' and should respect them sort of stuff...blahdedy blah!

Whatever.

I just have to say, that honestly when I wrote it, it was not my intention to be mean to my mom, but just because I think its a pee-your-pants funny story doesn't mean its right to put up. And since I love and adore my mom and would never want to hurt her, I took it down.

Darn my maturity.

Pfffffffffffffluuubbeeerrtt

Just wanted to stop in here real quick and say "hey, I'm alive!" I usually post more often than I have been, but seriously I feel off. Or overwhelmed. Or just whatever.

I need to shower. Its almost noon and I'm still in my pajamas and have been eating chocolate pudding. I'm going for some cake next. This is what happens when I get a day off work: Laziness.

My kids have been watching Dora. I hate Dora. The show is so extremely annoying, like I want to gauge my eyes out. I was wondering outloud why Dora's head is so freaking big and my Middle Daughter answered me with "Because she's just Dora." Alright then, makes sense to her.

I'm really going to try hard to think of something super funny. For next time. Look forward to that, I don't know how long its going to take.

Pumpkin cake here I come...oh, and then a shower, yeah.