Its been one week

since my last journal entry. *grin*

I didn't realize it'd been so long...this has been one of those times when things just kind of got away from me.

But, I'm not dead.:)

And I've realized that the Car Gods have it in for us. We must have mistreated vehicles in our respective previous lives. 'Cause, Jeff was in an accident this morning. But, he's ok, as was everyone else involved, it wasn't his fault *and* the other people's insurance is going to take care of everything. Everything being the bent back of our car and the front bumper. But I just *knew* the fix for the battery was too easy to appease them.;)

I bought one of those George Foreman grills a couple nights ago...and *not* just because it came in purple. We're going to christen it tonight, with hot dogs...then, after we're no longer in danger of fainting from hunger, I'm going to make Tetrazinni, and see how it tastes with grilled chicken. Ghods I'm hungry.

We didn't go to the fair with the inlaws, but did do a picnic with them on Sunday...and it wasn't horrible. Stressful, but I didn't punch anyone.;) Nah...actually, it was pretty nice. Though, I could have done without the ant bites. Luckily, unlike poor Graham, all I have are a few itchy bumps.

I think his mother has less of an idea what to make of us than before. She seemed...almost spooked...perhaps she's finally realized that we're *not* going to become who she thinks we should. Hey, I can hope, right?:)

Sam *adored* the playground...it was made of wood and recycled tires...she had the best time on the slide, and enjoyed the baby swing. She wasn't thrilled when she was swinging backwards, but loved swinging forward *fast*...trust my kid to be uber-complicated.:) She wandered all over the place, climbed like the monkeybaby she is, and was asleep before we were out of the park. *grin*

We went to Barnes and Nobel, where I picked up a copy of "The Little Country " by Charles DeLint (I'd almost finished Forests of the Heart and needed a replacement. I'm devouring everything the man's written so far.:) and "The Vagina Monologues", which Jeff insisted I get...for once, he was surprised that *I* hadn't read something, rather than the other way around. 'Course, he hasn't read it either, but that's really not the point, now is it?;)

I'm sorry I've been so angsty lately. I think I've been doing better...I do know that I've been working on it...whether or not I've made any progress...well, I guess we'll find out in due time. *smile*

I definitely feel loved though...and that *does* help.

I've decided that I need my own space in the house, so I'm going to buy a pair of king sized flat sheets (probably in black, 'cause white will just bleed light through, and anything else would muck with my ability to change the colors of the room) and staple them to the ceiling at the end of the bed. This will effectively split the room in two, and I'll be able to pull the (now) curtains back and tie them with the wired ribbon I bought last year. It'll frame the bed nicely.

Then, I'm going to put the two dollar chair in there, along with the little bookcase from my side of the bed. Add a table for drinks and whatnot, and something to put my feet on, and I've got a reading/writing nook. I'll untie the curtains and have a little place that's just my own...I might even paint something for the walls. It'll be nice to have somewhere that has walls, a door and a bit of privacy. Once we've got it all set up, I've pledged to read/write for at least half an hour a day in there, no matter *how* late Jeff gets home.

'Cause I'm burning out again, and I need to do *something*.

Its been one week

since my last journal entry. *grin*

I didn't realize it'd been so long...this has been one of those times when things just kind of got away from me.

But, I'm not dead.:)

And I've realized that the Car Gods have it in for us. We must have mistreated vehicles in our respective previous lives. 'Cause, Jeff was in an accident this morning. But, he's ok, as was everyone else involved, it wasn't his fault *and* the other people's insurance is going to take care of everything. Everything being the bent back of our car and the front bumper. But I just *knew* the fix for the battery was too easy to appease them.;)

I bought one of those George Foreman grills a couple nights ago...and *not* just because it came in purple. We're going to christen it tonight, with hot dogs...then, after we're no longer in danger of fainting from hunger, I'm going to make Tetrazinni, and see how it tastes with grilled chicken. Ghods I'm hungry.

We didn't go to the fair with the inlaws, but did do a picnic with them on Sunday...and it wasn't horrible. Stressful, but I didn't punch anyone.;) Nah...actually, it was pretty nice. Though, I could have done without the ant bites. Luckily, unlike poor Graham, all I have are a few itchy bumps.

I think his mother has less of an idea what to make of us than before. She seemed...almost spooked...perhaps she's finally realized that we're *not* going to become who she thinks we should. Hey, I can hope, right?:)

Sam *adored* the playground...it was made of wood and recycled tires...she had the best time on the slide, and enjoyed the baby swing. She wasn't thrilled when she was swinging backwards, but loved swinging forward *fast*...trust my kid to be uber-complicated.:) She wandered all over the place, climbed like the monkeybaby she is, and was asleep before we were out of the park. *grin*

We went to Barnes and Nobel, where I picked up a copy of "The Little Country " by Charles DeLint (I'd almost finished Forests of the Heart and needed a replacement. I'm devouring everything the man's written so far.:) and "The Vagina Monologues", which Jeff insisted I get...for once, he was surprised that *I* hadn't read something, rather than the other way around. 'Course, he hasn't read it either, but that's really not the point, now is it?;)

I'm sorry I've been so angsty lately. I think I've been doing better...I do know that I've been working on it...whether or not I've made any progress...well, I guess we'll find out in due time. *smile*

I definitely feel loved though...and that *does* help.

I've decided that I need my own space in the house, so I'm going to buy a pair of king sized flat sheets (probably in black, 'cause white will just bleed light through, and anything else would muck with my ability to change the colors of the room) and staple them to the ceiling at the end of the bed. This will effectively split the room in two, and I'll be able to pull the (now) curtains back and tie them with the wired ribbon I bought last year. It'll frame the bed nicely.

Then, I'm going to put the two dollar chair in there, along with the little bookcase from my side of the bed. Add a table for drinks and whatnot, and something to put my feet on, and I've got a reading/writing nook. I'll untie the curtains and have a little place that's just my own...I might even paint something for the walls. It'll be nice to have somewhere that has walls, a door and a bit of privacy. Once we've got it all set up, I've pledged to read/write for at least half an hour a day in there, no matter *how* late Jeff gets home.

'Cause I'm burning out again, and I need to do *something*.