Friday, February 26, 2010


I've always wanted to participate in a swap of some kind. I knit a little and I can sew but I can't get far enough ahead on my project list to complete an item for someone I don't know. I came across Postcrossing and I figure I won't have too much trouble sending a postcard even if I don't get one in return. Now, I am on the lookout for some kitschy South Carolina postcards. Maybe I will send one of the Gaffney peach.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


I started a fitness class this week at Spartanburg Martial Arts
I'm really not very good at it now. I am looking forward to improving. My favorite part was kicking and punching the bags. My arms are so sore.

We had dinner with the Allens last night. It's great to have them home again even if it's for a short time.

Lucas had an EEG on Tuesday. He's been shaking a little when he falls asleep. It scared me so I mentioned it to the doctor. She thinks that it's probably just an immature nervous system but we did the test just to be sure. Lucas is four months old now and we celebrated by having rice cereal from a spoon. He loves to eat. I don't know where he gets that from. The video reminded me that the window sill in the kitchen is all scratched up from the pups looking outside. I really need to fix that.

Saturday, February 13, 2010


A strange thing happened to me recently.
Since before Lucas was born, I've been on a mission to read to him everyday and hopefully instill in him a love for reading. Some of my favorite memories are our trips to the library when I was a kid. I would come home with a giant stack and an ambitious goal to finish them all before the due date.
I kept going back to the catalina magazine rack from Pottery Barn when I was planning the nursery space but it was out of my price range. Jeff made me this awesome reproduction as a gift at our baby shower and I'm filling it with my childhood favorites and any Little Golden Books and Dr Seuss that I can find at thrift stores and yard sales.

Not so long ago, I went to a used book store near my Nana's house and hit the jackpot. I went a little overboard and I ended up leaving with a whole box. I bought several Dr. Seuss books, a Backyard Ballistics book and even some of the Sword of Truth and Wheel of Time series. The guy that ran the store was super nice and I spoke with him about returning to trade books that we no longer need. He was very helpful, he even gave my Mom, Sister, and me little incense boxes as a free gifts. He had a sweet cat named Booker. I was getting organized and preparing to trade my books when my Mom called to tell me a man was shot by the police after robbing a convenience store and she thought it was the book store guy. I looked it up and it was the man from the little used book store. That made me so sad. You never can tell what people are capable of. I'm going to think of that guy every time I read The Cat in the Hat.

Friday, February 5, 2010

rain, rain, go away

The back yard is flooded, the dogs want to pee but the two little ones don't like to swim. I thought this was funny.

I may have to risk another sports related injury and use the kayak to float out of here. I need summer.

dream vacation goes awry

I woke up depressed this morning. I had a bad dream that Alex and I were on vacation with his little brothers and sister at a large ocean side resort with elevators that were shaped like the foot statue from lost, except these feet were gold. Alex befriended Seth Green while at the pool. He quickly forgot about spending time with his family and developed a destructive heroin habit. I told Alex that he had to choose between his life with me or his drug addiction and Seth Green. He chose the smack and Seth, I was crushed. I packed our luggage and the kids and we rode the golden foot home leaving my true love in the arms of Seth Green. I woke up and told the real husband that I had a bad dream, I didn't go into the details. He was already dressed for work and he was freezing cold from going outside to warm his car. He gave me a big hug until I forgot all about the failed intervention and being depressed.