Holiday card time

I'm lazy, we're moving and this photo will grace our "Happy Holidays, here's our new address" cards.



Speaking of new house, here are some long overdue photos:




and for GQS..the view from my deck. This scenery goes back nearly two acres, it's like heaven. And there are holly trees everywhere, so I ask this: WHERE IS WALLACE?



Hey Shroom? I need to talk to you re: Glucose, insulin resistance, etc. You open to that? I need some advice.

A busy couple of days ahead. Stretch has an orthodontics appointment tomorrow. I think she's hoping to end up with braces...it's the whole attention thing. She just doesn't relize how much it sucks in reality. Then the spouse and I meet with the builder. The house is looking REALLY good, they got the siding up, and the hardwood floors in, and my tiled bathroom is beautiful. Today the cabinets should have been delivered for install on Thursday.

And my mortgage payment is going to be higher than I thought. I'm trying desperately not to stroke out.

Thursday I meet my new endocrinologist. I've been feeling pretty crappy lately, and not responding well to what I'm eating. I'm bone-crushing tired an hour after eating, and Dr. Google tells me that's a crash in blood sugar after eating carbs. I'll make sure to mention it to the good doctor... just what I need is another organ going belly up. Aren't my thyroid and ovaries enough?

I also got a really interesting phone call today. Seems a very prominent local politician has his sights set on a larger office. This promises to be an extremely tough campaign with unprecedented media coverage. The candidate wants ME to be his communications director. He all but promised that if he wins, I'll end up his press secretary. Press secretary? ME?

It's something I'll think about. There are pros and cons, for both of us. Hell, I like the incumbent guy, he's a friend of mine. I don't do smear, and there is at least one media bigwig who doesn't like me and might negatively impact my candidate. On second thought, when else do I get this kind of opportunity? Do I even want it? It would be good resume material, but also the stuff ulcers are made of.

Speaking of resume, the corporation has approached me about being the head BD person. BD is Business Development or "sell us, babe". I'm pondering that too. Again, there are pros and cons, being a salesman doesn't do much for my resume.

It's been an interesting day. I'm very tired tonight and hope that I can get in some good solid sleep. I did my FOURTH home closing in a week tonight. That puts me up to nearly 400 bucks extra right in time for Christmas. I'll take it.

Press Secretary? ME?

Hey Shroomie?

Make it three. And if you'd enable comments I'd post on YOURS. Love, Me.

Pardon the interruption, 'tis the season to go shopping.

I figure I need to keep this up, because well, I get all kinds of comments, funny looks and THIDS when I blog. I figure it's like cardio exercise for my friends.

Truly I have been remiss in keeping folks updated. For that I apologize. My life is rather hectic all the time. I had a friend once who said that I must be addicted to adrenalin or stress because I tend to keep things going nearly constantly. I feel most alive when I am frantically multitasking, keeping all my projects going at once. I am productive in chaos.

However I am also human.

Lately, there are cracks in the frenzy foundation. On Sunday evenings, or when I have time alone to just be still, I find myself sentimental, weepy, and emotional. Tonight watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, I started crying. I teared up at a Kodak commercial. I watched Wizard of Oz the other night, started mouthing the words silently at the end when Dorothy says goodbye and sent a lengthy email to a friend who I call "Scarecrow." I shopped with my husband and was nearly overcome at how far WE have come... last summer, I would have bet money that there would be no more tandem shopping trips.

If I didn't know better, I'd think I was pre-menstrual...but that is impossible isn't it? I had a complete hysterectomy three years ago... plus no thyroid from the cancer, I am a synthetically hormonal woman.

So what the hell is this? I have an appointment with a new endocrinologist in a few days. I will be asking questions. Tough ones.

Anyway, had a great time with the spouse. We shop well together. He has good taste, loves our kids beyond measure and enjoys spoiling them (and me). Oh we took care of him too, believe me. Went to the outlet mall and shopped all damned day. If Black and Decker made a vibrator, well we'd have bought the whole store. ;)

Okay I know a majority of what I'm getting under the tree, but I don't really care. What I care about is that my kids are happy and healthy, my family will have a great new home to celebrate the holiday in, and that my spouse has returned. Don't know how we did it exactly...

All I know is, I got back the man I married, and the marriage I dreamed of, and I'm thankful. VERY very thankful.

Thanksgiving and shopping... better than love and marriage let me tell ya...

Actually I'm being cheeky, because if there are two things the spouse and I are good at together (trust me there are more than two, but work with me here, people!) it's eating dinner and shopping. Today we spent a lovely day meandering about the stores and picking up things here and there. Eventually our picking up a few things ended up being a carload. We are taking stuff back, I tell ya. We are. I mean it.

Tomorrow we're driving to an outlet mall with my brother and sister in law. Spouse and I have a few things to pick up for one another and for the new house. More than anything, we are going to spend a day with my "little" brother and his wife. Adult time...very cool.

Next week, my friend from Norway and his lovely daughter are coming to the area. He has meetings at the base, while the girl child and my own Stretch are planning activities together. Guess what they want to do? SHOPPING! Teens are teens the world over I guess.

Speaking of Stretch... she's living up to her name. She's over five feet tall finally and has actually hit a bit of a growth spurt. She's grown a full inch since August, and is now becoming a little woman. Attitude included.

Sunday we grout the tile at the new house, which has me very excited. The hardwood is in, the siding is nearly done. Cabinets and such go in next week, and appliances soon after. Holy cats we could be moving in three short weeks. Have I packed anything? NOOOOoooo...I'm too busy writing in my blog.

Speaking of which, Snookums...don't make me give you mouth to mouth. And Shroom...glad that the dip in temperature didn't cool your fire too much. I miss you woman, and thanks for the "I told you so." Now, since GQS hasn't peeped since I last wrote, someone wanna grab the paddles? She may need a shock.

After all, I posted twice in a row.

I wonder if I update if it will cause GQS, Joyous, Shroom, and the Shimmery One to all freak right the hell out?

The MircSpouse is not allowed to freak out.

I just want to make sure that I stay ahead of Matty, Daniel, and Chris.

Here it is in a nutshell... job is still going strong, but I have learned that a lot of women I work with do not want to work with me. Petty crap really, but it still gets under my skin that people do not seem to "get" me at all.

Kids are good. Oldest is not living at home still, and I'm glad. Stress level is low with her gone. Stretch has moved on to a better soccer team (#3 in the state) and since August she's put on 1.25 inches in height. Keep growing kid! MPM is a wood nymph, I'm convinced of it. She's cut her hair short and now all you see is a little elfin face and huge cinnamon colored eyes beneath her mop of dirty blonde hair. She's an imp. The Tadley Bradpole is CUTE. I mean seriously cute. He's in all day Kindergarten and is a terror. His teachers adore him and he's already starting to read. Who knew the kid had brains? He never sits still long enough to show us.

Spouse and I are doing well...really well despite the stress of our lives and both of us being full time students...and the whole house thing.

We sold the house. Yeah. Made a decision to sell right after remodeling the whole thing. Took three months to sell, scared us that it would never sell, and now we're moving into a gorgeous brand new home right before Christmas.

Hi, my name is IN-F*CKING-SANE and it's lovely to meet you.

In my wildest dreams I never envisioned living in a house like this. It is, in a word, stunning. Vaulted two story family/great room, hardwood floors, a separate office, master suite on the first floor with ceramic tile master bath and a jacuzzi tub....bedrooms for all the kids and a deluxe chef's kitchen.

All of this on 2.3 acres of woods.

The dogs are going to be in heaven...hell I'm going to be in heaven. I'm excited and scared to death about the mortgage payment. Nothing ventured nothing gained though, right?

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. We're having it with my folks at their house. Mom ordered our complete dinner cooked... from the local Giant grocery store. I'm still making sweet potatoes with vanilla and baked macaroni and cheese. If I didn't cook on Thanksgiving it wouldn't seem like a holiday.

I guess I'm just thankful for everything I have, and for all the distance I've travelled. I'm even thankful for all the crappy times, and all the bad things, because they put me here. Funnily enough, I can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else as much as I want to be...here.

There's my sappy update. You may now commence to freaking out.