~I'm throwing in the towel, and the mop and the broom

I will gladly come and clean your house, and enjoy every second of it, but when it comes to my own you can forget it. For some reason when it comes to cleaning my house I get so overly frustrated, I end up stomping around about ready to pull my hair out!!!!! I love a clean house, but when it comes to the cleaning I turn my nose up at it. Now I am not afraid to get dirty, scrub the bathtub, or clean the fridge, I just get plain overwhelmed. When I start cleaning my house, I somehow convince myself that no matter how long or hard I clean it will always always be dirty and something else will always need cleaning. It really feels like a never ending story. Maybe it's due to the fact that every time you go outside here, you end up tracking in sand no matter how hard you try not to. Or maybe it's the climate, and for some reason I don't associate hot and humid with being clean. Or maybe I should just blame my mama and my grandma for having ridiculously clean houses, I mean impeccably clean houses, all the time. Of course when I think about it they are a little obsessive compulsive about their houses. I need a maid or a bull dozer. Maybe one day soon I will be able to find my cleaning zen and get this house in tip top shape.

Well I'll Be........

My daddy is probably one of the funniest people I know. He lives in South Florida where they are about to get hammered by that hurricane. It doesn't faze him much since he was raised there and has seen more storms than I could count on two hands. I got this email from him late last night. He is quite the writer in his spare time, and loves to send out these hilarious emails. I don't know how or where my daddy gets these crazy ideas but he does. Anyway he has an alias, he likes to act like he is cajun, which we are somewhere down the line, and he has renamed himself as you will see. Here is his hurricane list. 

Well , this time of year de only thing Boudreaux hate more than them damn Miami Harricanes is de real thing , I gawraantee .So , here he go again with de harricane prepared list :

1 . Go to liquor store

2 . harvest crawdad

3 . drink liquor

4 . bring in my bird dog Phidoux and Rove'

5 . Straps my wife Celestine to de big palm tree

6 . drink more . Celestine , she tough to strap down .

7. give bird dog Phidoux and Rove' a shot each . Celestine make them nervous too .

8 . Go back to liquor store

9 . Boil them crawdad

10 . Wait for damn storm

~This Week So Far.

My food aversions and upset stomach took a break for a couple of days and then came back with a vengeance.

I really really hate spicy chicken wings.

Heartburn is a common thing nowadays.

I am developing mountains on my chest, (pretty cool, but I wonder how big they will get).

I am hot all the time!!!!!!

I have never had such vivid dreams in my life, it is amazing and sometimes scary.

I have a little babe bump!!!!!!

I could and would sleep all day if Brent-Boy would let me.

I am still craving pie.

I am doing a lot of reading on breast feeding. If anyone has any suggestions please share!!

I am in love with two people now, not just one.

~Book Worm

I am a book worm I admit. I probably should have been a librarian, or maybe I will just become one. I love children's books that make you think. One of my favorites is A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle. I just finished reading it again for the fiftieth time I am sure. I however didn't know that their were more books in the quintet until one of my best friends told me on the phone, I about keeled over from excitement. So while at the bookstore last week I picked up the second in the series. I would have bought the others, but the second was all they had, I think I was meant to have it. I just finished it, and it was just as amazing as the first. I love getting lost in a book!!!!!!

"You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

I've Been Dreaming Of........ Pie?

That's right pie. Last night I dreamt of making a key lime pie with my best friends recipe, it is delicious. Then I dreamt I made one of my mama's home made cherry pies that she makes me almost every time I come home. Of course in the dream I ate both of them without one ounce of regret, and to top it all off I took a nap this afternoon and right before Brent-Boy woke me up I was dreaming of eating blueberry waffles with whip cream!!!!! I don't think I have ever eaten a blueberry waffle in my life!! I think it might be wise to pick up some pie shells or on second thought maybe just a frozen pie since I have a tendency to burn things in the kitchen, and accidentally make strange concoctions, when I go to the store. I have a feeling that if I don't take care of this craving now it might turn into me stuffing frozen key lime pie in my mouth next time we go to the store.

~Go Visit The Bag Lady

My dear sweet friend, mommy of two gorgeous babes that I went to high school with (high school, wow) has a wonderful new blog featuring her awesome, homemade bags that will make you drool!!!!!!! Please go take a peek, they are so neat, and I am planning on ordering one or two for diaper bags in the near future!! She puts her heart and soul into these babies, and they are beautiful and funky. I love a funky bag that no one else has!! So give her a warm welcome ya'll!!!!!!!

~Em~

http://sweetgrocerybags.blogspot.com/

08-08-2008

Did anyone see the opening ceremony for the Olympics in Bejing? It was amazing!!!!!! I don't think I've seen anything quite like it. It reminded me of one of the Harry Potter movies, The Goblet of Fire, and to think I thought that only witches and wizards could pull stunts like that off!!!!!!:)

~The Dye Is Cast

Now the time has come my dear for you to wander else where but here. You will see the things that might make you smile or jump in fright. Don't be afraid, don't be alarmed, for only you can allow such harm. And if you're strong and if you stay, you might just wake to see another day. You've made your choice, you've said you vows, you pricked your finger, you've heard the howls. No turning back, no second thoughts, the dye is cast, and your future is now told.

How, oh how did it come to this. Not more than two hours ago I had sat in the comfort and warmth of my grandparents house and made a choice that I was forced to make. She said it wouldn't be easy, she said that I would see with more than just my eyes, she said I would have to face things that most only dream of in nightmares, and now here I was. I was standing in the woods, deep in the dark woods that surrounded my grandparents house and I was waiting. I was waiting for what Ashlin said would be my initiation. It wasn't supposed to be me, my grandmother was the one that said she would handle it, but Ashlin remained firm in the belief that I should go, it was time for me to go.

So there I stood, waiting and watching, and wondering what I would have to contend with, what I would have to face. I sat down, and stayed firmly planted in the middle of the ring of salt that Ashlin said I should draw for protection. Nothing she said could harm me as long as I stayed in that circle. What I thought would I see? Would it be monster's from story books, trolls that sat under bridges looking for something to eat, or pleasant fairies that would take my apprehension and fear away?

The full moon was gleaming in the sky, and the air was still, and the night calm. And as I started to relax, I saw it. A ripple at first, a ripple in the air, like one that you might see in water coming at me from the trees in front of me. It drew closer and as it drew closer it became a ripple with light in it. And then I saw a figure being born from this ripple that was fast approaching. Before I could catch my breath it stood in front of me, she stood in front of me, ghastly white and glowing, and yet almost floating on the air and looking down at me with such warmth that I lost my fear and found myself more curious than scared.

"Who are you?" I said

The women looked down at me with warm eyes, and I saw what looked to me to be the beautiful women from The Birth of Venus. Except her hair was jet black, and she was as thin as a rail, and wearing what looked to be ivy.

"I am the mother of the crossroads. You have come to meet me have you not?"

"Yes" I said in a whisper.

"Well then you know why you are here, and I am to instruct you in your duty that you will meet to those that have lost their way."

"Those who have lost there way?"

"Yes, look." And with that she turned and stretched out her hand, and I saw a sight I thought might cause me to go weak in the knees and faint, but somehow I stayed alert and awake, and I couldn't, I just couldn't tear my eyes away from the terrific sight that stood in front of me.

(Please look back at old posts to start the beginning of this story. It has taken me awhile, but I promise I will finish it one of these days, it just seems to be a lot longer than I had planned. Oh well, stories once started have quite a mind of there own!!!!!!!)

This Week~

This week I am......
Emotional.
Full of gas (yuck)!!
Hungry for only certain foods.
Sick to my stomach a lot.
Thoughtful.
Anxious.
Sleepy and then up all night from insomnia.
Going to war with sinus headaches and allergies almost every day.
Needy, clingy.
Amazed.
Still a little in shock.
Excited.
Dreamy.
And most of all thankful.