Finally Blogger has finally decided to allow me to post a new entry this morning. I feel so special. The message "waiting for blogger.com" has become almost as irritating to experience as "waiting for adfarm.mediaplex.com".
Last night, OH and I had another talk. We decided to quit fighting and letting this whole question about moving ruin times between us. I especially think this is a good idea since we haven't even been presented with an offer yet. Yes, we've been fighting for two months over an idea.
It's hard to let go because the question of where you will live in the near future is hard to ignore, but letting go feels good. I have let the weight of the decision slide off my shoulders and fall into a puddle on the floor. Then I walked away from it, I have other things to do. I don't want to be so upset all the time. It's making my skin break out and my stomach churn, it makes me short tempered and unable to enjoy the things I normally do. So, enough! We'll fight later. Hee hee.
It was our first anniversary this weekend. We went to dinner on Saturday night. It was good, not great. This was before the talk where we decided to relax, so, it was tense. Last year at this time, we were in Mexico eating really good food, lying by the pool, and going out for more awesome food and drinks. I want to go back to Mexico.
In the past few months, there have been so many sad events. There was the September 11th anniversary, the Amish and other school shootings. Today I have some good news for you. I heard a story on the local news where a woman noticed a suspicious van in her neighborhood one day. It was back again the next day and she paid attention to it. When she noticed a little boy near the van, she rushed out and grabbed the little 4-year old child, rescuing him from the two 40-ish men inside the van who were trying to lure him away. Thank goodness for that woman who was paying attention! At least one child was saved today from torture, cruelty, sexual or physical assualt, and maybe even death. What is wrong with a person that they seek out children to perpetrate such horrible acts? What? There is no good answer to that.
Back to the good.
Recently, OC has been overheard commenting, "Look Mom! I can eat with chapsticks!"
I wonder if the waxy texture bothered her or not?
One day, she was drawing a picture of me and as I posed for her she said, "Smile...bigger....bigger...no, not that big. I can't draw teeth yet."
Last night I painted her toenails with what she calls "toenolish". One foot pink, the other green, in polish that glows in the dark. I don't know where my sister found glow in the dark nail polish, but she did and she sent some to me and it's the coolest.