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YAY!! My last day o class. Review and test and home early. And since I sat up until 2am jacked up on Dew, I am guessing I will be Princess SleepyPants by noon. I sooo need to stay away from that crack. I had been doing so well and really feeling the positive effects of resisting my addition. But then I did what every addict does...I exposed myself when I was at my weakest. 10pm cig run in the midst of my redecorating here. I was feeling creative and joyful. My graphical therapy had done its trick in relaxing me. Tossed on a pair of flips and didn't bother with the bra. I could have walked past that frosted glass cooler, but I figured wth. One can't hurt, right?. Well I was wrong, it didn't drag me off the wagon, but it sure as hell made me feel like I got hit by a Mac truck.

So this week is boreme2hell&back school bus training. I am so not joking. These classes are always geared toward folks with the IQ of a gnat and the common sense of a shoehorn. It is redundant and uninteresting to say the least. So whats a girl to do in such a class for 5 long hours a day? Well she clips her cuticles and and counts how many licks it takes before she can't stand it any longer and bites her Red Hot Atomic Fire Ball. She also has time to check out the other potential bus drivers in her class. I could probably pick who will cut the mustard and who will run screaming the first day they realize that driving the bus is easy until they stick 70 snot nosed whining brats behind you. Factor in that schools pay on a bi-weekly basis, and you get to drive said whiners around for an entire month before getting to see just how little this tedious job pays, and you realize why anyone able to do this job half way decently has job security for as long as kids leave their ho...

When everything around us is falling to hell, nothing is going right. You can't buy a break because you don't have a penny to your name. Aren't we entitled to have a moment of weakness? A moment to just let loose of our self composure and freakin cry. Hollar at the powers that be, curse the universe. How long can a person keep up the front before they just have to have a good fit of frustration? Is it healthy to keep it bottled? To keep trying to convince yourself that this too shall pass. Maybe deep down you know it will pass, but your just damn tired of waiting for it. Things happen for a reason blah blah. Yeah, you can only subliminally try to sink that one into your noggin for so long before you wanna shove it down someones throat. Holding it together takes way too much energy. It is wearing me out. Trying to convince everyone that it is all gonna work out, when I secretly wonder if maybe it won't. Does that make me a pessimist? Well then so be it. Eve...

Thats right only 14 hours until B gets home. I was thinking that I have been waiting 2 weeks for this day. But the reality is, I have been waiting closer to 2 years. It has been that long since our brilliant, beautiful and rationally thinking kid has been home. I am so so excited, I can barely contain myself. I have been trying to button up some of my projects. I finally got the family eating space done. Complete with grape pepto wall paint. The pictures do not portray the color the same as the naked eye, but close enough to get the general idea. I am happy to have one more room done and ready to be lived in. I am guessing that the rest of the week we will be focused on B's room. Getting her unpacked and settled. We are painting her room as well. The walls are currently light pink. I am excited to have her help because her room has 4 full walls that will need painting. The dining room was basically 1 full wall and 2 half walls. Two of us will be able to kick it out rat...

Been workin on the house daily. Things are coming along. We can more easily see outside now that the windows are clean. I have spent countless hours cleaning up after people who have no concept of proper painting techniques. Guess it is easier to just paint the glass while painting the sill so as not to be bothered with actually being able to open the window or see out it when done. I painted the dining room and the adjoining kitchen wall. I have been trying to describe the color. It is called Windswept Heather which does nothing to help with the visual. Today I decided that if pepto bismol came in grape, it might be this color. Funny because I went looking to get a nice creamy yellow color and came home with grape pepto. Go figure. I need to finish all the tasks I have started so I can take some more pictures. Bri asked for more again last night. I know he is as anxious to get here as I am for him to get here. Maybe the pictures help him feel closer. I feel a tad alienate...

I'm cheating on my post today because I'm just posting a pic and the link to the rest of them. I only am updating the finished rooms, or at least the ones that are close to finished. I am in LOVE with the family room. By far my favorite room in the house. It has in a weird way become a tad southwestern. Only because in our packing Brian found an old print of an Indian princess that I absolutely love. I never did anything with it and always thought the wooden frame was hideous. Well it hideously matched my fireplace mantle. So when I took it out of the box and realized it is the only thing left in a frame that isn't broken (Thanks to Lurch & Eurkle my ever cautious movers) There is a nice hook over the fireplace mantle, so up it went. Then I unpacked my f aux pottery that I painted at a diy pottery shop many moons ago. Toss in an Indian blanket and voila. The rest of the pics are posted in my gallery. Click the scrapbook link in the upper right of this blog.

What a whirlwind 2 weeks this has been. I have many stories to share, but have yet to find the time to get them from my grey matter into text. We made it to Summerville, which is the important part. We are getting settled. We have had some amazingly stressful and funny adventures along the way. Funny how nothing ever seems to go as planned. We have been planning this move for literally 8 months. Packing, house hunting and getting all of our affairs in order. The packing part is about the only thing that went as planned. And even that had its challenges. How is one supposed to pack a 36" TV into a box when no one on this universe makes a box that big? In early May, the kids and I ventured to Summerville to find a home. We had a successful trip, or so we thought. We fell in love with the first house we looked at. DK had a successful soccer try-out for a local club. Everything seemed to be going flawlessly. Yeah Right!! Nothing is ever flawless. The 2nd week of June, ou...