What a beautiful morning....

Today, Glade decided that she was going to start screaming at three this morning and have it not end until six thirty. It was awful. She didn't want anything to drink, she didn't want her pacifier, she didn't want to lay on me, she didn't want to lay on her dad, she didn't want to play on the floor.....she didn't want to do anything except cry.

She would sleep for five minutes, then wake up for ten and cry. I think it was the worst night since she was born. Quite funny that that was almost a year ago.

I guess I can just be thankful that she did go to sleep at six thirty. She could still be crying right now. I would have lost my mind by now. I truly think so.

But I love her and that is all that matter, right??

Oh goodness....

We got home yesterday and it is wonderful being in our own space again. There are no words to describe the awesomeness of it.

We bought a hamster today. He is a little dwarf hamster and he is so cute. We named him Guido (from Cars) and I love him. He bit me because I was trying to hold him, but it happens. I can hold him soon enough.

Glade has an intestinal virus. She is not doing too good right now. She is either throwing up or crying or sleeping. She sleeps more than she did as a newborn. It's really weird. She won't eat or anything, so she is on a steady diet of pedialyte. She pees all the time, but at least she isn't dehydrated!!

She is now fifteen pounds two ounces, and I can't believe it. She has gotten so big and I love every bit of her. She has this cute gut on her and everything else is tiny. She is such a cute baby. I love her to death.

Moving back!!

We are officially moving back to Cedar next Monday. There is no way we can stay here. It is just too much stress. I would rather be dirt poor than ever live with my family ever again.

We will be there, so anyone interested, you can come by anytime, Monday to Thursday and we will definitely be there!!

The quiet of the night

There are just sometimes after everyone is asleep that you would swear everything can talk. You lie awake and listen to the creek of the house, or the wind blowing against your window. In this quiet, you think about your day and in that, your failures and your achievements. You wonder why you do certain things and then puzzle how you came out for the better with everything. You look at your family while they sleep and wonder how you came to deserve such wonderful people in your life. Even at their worse, they would do anything for you, not matter what it is.


It is in this quiet of the night that you begin to realize why God put you here in the first place. You think of his plan for you and wonder how you even can understand the workings of such an awesome being. You have learned so much in your life that you can't possibly begin to understand his cunning and purpose. You make a pact to yourself that the next day you will strive to do better and that nothing will get in your way of trying to be Christlike. But the next night, you are thinking much of the same things.

Maybe life is supposed to be like that. You know your shortcomings and what you need to do to succeed, but you always come back to the beginning. Your life is a giant circle that never stops. But somehow you know the ending will be good as long as you try your hardest.

I wonder how my life came to be the way it is. I have a very loving husband and a beautiful daughter. I love them with every fiber of my being. But how did I come to deserve this? Sometimes I think that maybe it is all a test of how I will handle being in such a wonderful life. Crazy as this thought is, it might be true.

But then again, who am I to know the true knowledge of God's plan? Maybe he has something completely different planned for me, or for everyone for that matter. Sometimes, I truly do wish the house could talk and let me know what it is thinking.

A little continuation....

Glade is now ten months old. I can't even believe it's been that long. She is crawling everywhere and can stand by herself. She doesn't like to, but she can. She has taken steps and can walk around if you hold one of her hands.


I just don't know what my life would be like if she wasn't around. The more I look at her, the more I wish that I could be with her every day.

It is so hard leaving her everyday. When I come home from work, she won't let me hold her because her daddy is home. It just breaks my heart. But when Blake is at work on Wednesday, she does play with me a little. She loves the cats more it seems, but such is life.

Work is stressful and hard, but it is money. I have Wednesdays off, and that is the only day, but I make quite a bit in tips so it's worth it. I just wish I didn't have to work so much, or not at all.

The Romance of Rex

The Romance of Rex[A Tale of a Pedigreed Piddlin' Pup in Ten Piddles and a Puddle]

Piddle No. 1
A farmer's dog came into town,
His Christian name was Rex,
A noble pedigree had he
Unusual was his text.
And as he trotted down the street
T'was beautiful to see
His work on every corner --His work on every tree.

Piddle No. 2
He watered every gateway too,
And never missed a post
For piddling was his specialty
And piddling was his boast.
The City Curs looked on amazed
With deep and jealous rage
To see a simple country dog
The piddler of the age.

Piddle No. 3
Then all the dogs from everywhere
Were summoned with a yell,T
o sniff the country stranger o'er
And judge him by the smell.
Some thought that he a king might be
Beneath his tail a rose,
So every dog drew near to him
And sniffed it up his nose.

Piddle No. 4
They smelled him over one by one
They smelled him two by two
And noble Rex, in high disdain,
Stood still till they were thru.
Then just to show the whole shebang
He didn't give a damn
He trotted in a grocery store
And piddled on a ham.

Piddle No.5
He piddled in a mackerel keg --
He piddled on the floor,
And when the grocer kicked him out
He piddled through the door.
Behind him all the city dogs
Lined up with instinct true
To start a piddling carnival
And see the stranger through.

Piddle No. 6
They showed him every piddling post
The had in all the town,
And started in with many a wink
To pee the stranger down.
They sent for champion piddlers
Who were always on the go,
Who sometimes did a piddling stunt
Or gave a piddle show.

Piddle No. 7
They sprung these on him suddenly
When midway in the town;
Rex only smiled and polished off
The ablest, white or brown.
For Rex was with them every trick
With vigor and with vim
A thousand piddles more or less
Were all the same to him.

Piddle No. 8
So he was wetting merrily
With hind leg kicking high,
When most were hoisting legs in bluff
And piddling mighty dry,
On and on, Rex sought new grounds
By piles and scraps and rust;
Till every city dog went dry
And piddled only dust.

Piddle No. 9
But on and on went noble Rex
As wet as any rill,
And all the champion city pups
Were pee'd to a standstill.
The Rex did free-hand piddling
With fancy flirts and flits
Like "double dip" and gimlet twist"
And all those latest hits.

Piddle No. 10
And all the time this country dog
Did never wink or grin,
But piddled blythely out of town
As he had piddled in.

The Puddle
The city dogs conventions held
To ask "What did defeat us?"
But no one ever put them wise
That Rex had diabetes.

Waitressing.....

What can I say? It is the hardest job I have ever had. You are on your feet constantly. It is only about a six hour shift, but it feels like fifteen. Every table thinks they are the most important and that you are there to only serve them. You run back and forth from table to the kitchen getting drinks and sides and putting in orders and then you get a two dollar tip.....

And it is not only getting the lousy tip. All night, they are raising their hand at you, or pulling on your apron strings, or snapping for your attention. You rush to their table to give them what you want, but of course the minute you get there, they go on their cell phone. So you have to stand there until they are off while other tables are waiting for their food and other things. I just don't think that they understand how much work it is to wait tables.

You never have a chance to think. You are running around like a crazy person while smiling the whole time. Sometimes you just want to shove that two dollar tip right back into their mouth....