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I cannot find my card reader for my camera. I am sure I have other ways to transfer stuff, but really I am not desperate yet. So alas, the interwebs must go without the latest photos.

We have been busy though. Very busy.

In the last month we have:

1 – Bought a new non-rust-spitting car.
2 – Been on a business trip to Denver.
3 – Filed our taxes (yes, we are only 7ish months late).
4 – Not cleaned (and it shows).
5 – Made pots and pots of spaghetti sauce from the tomatoes in the garden.
6 – Had lots of time outs.
7 – Watched the first three seasons of Project Runway, which we discovered while having cable at our hotel in Denver.
8 – Started piano lessons again.
9 – Returned everything I could that I have bought in the last month-ish. Trying to get out of debt because new car payments scare me.
10 – Bought everything I need to make Gentry a Batman costume, and stayed within budget for the week. I hope we have enough to buy milk next week. Hah. Just kidding. Kind of.
11 – Been seriously freaked out about the economy and watched the Oprah/Suze Orman special about it. Because Oprah will save my soul and Suze will not let me be in debt. Also, the prophet said its a big no, no. Considering it.
12 – Wondered what the heck people are thinking, we all know I am perfect. Obviously. Me and Mary Poppins. Practically Perfect in everyway.
13 – Not pregnant. Stop asking. Seriously, if you ask me again I am not speaking to you, ever.
14 – Canceled my order with Clinique. Small feelings of triumph and grief.
15 – Now I am off to catch up on Heroes and hopefully find my photo card reader.
16 – Considered stealing the orange crayon from a gift we were giving a friend. All orange resources are quickly being depleted at this house.

TTFNYBOFHB.

a bag full of orange markers.

This could really solve a lot of problems.

Today was hard and exhausting.

I don’t really want to say more, except that in my anger, I bought a new bed spread and it is hot.

Gentry and I had a tough morning today. He woke up crying at 7 this morning so I went into his room to lie down with him for a little bit. I probably should have just stayed in my bed, and let him work it out on his own. Anyway, he was up early and he got exceedingly harder and harder to deal with until we were late for pre-school and he was yelling at me to bring him a treat when I picked him up. And telling me that I have a bad attitude. And yelling that I need to be nicer to him.

I was using the tactic, that I cannot hear little boys that yell at their moms. I can only hear little boys who speak nicely to their mothers. He didn’t seem to care and I was not giving in.

I guess he felt bad about being so mean to me, because his teacher came and talked to me when I picked him up. She said that he had been really quiet while he was there and during sharing time, or whatever they do, he had told her that he had been mean to his mom and that he needed to apologize to her when he saw her again. He said he had had a bad attitude and he was going to be nicer to her.

I was shocked. To say the least.

He has been much nicer since our break from each other today. So to start with today, I love…

:: preschool ::

:: when my little boy sees that he needs to apologize and be nicer ::

:: playing with the little guy during the day ::

:: the build up to Halloween ::

:: peanut butter :: Could peanut butter be the test I was sent to Earth to face? ::

:: fun new discoveries ::

Do you see twins here?

Um, hello. Get out of my garden. You do not belong. Yes, I am buggist. Get out. This garden is for good bugs only.

I didn’t even take pictures of the fat reprobate that was one bush over. He was as wide as two of my fingers and as long as my hand.

I thought about cutting them in half, but it just made me sick. Just like talking about them now does.

JJ! Get home and take care of this.

I am… timid.

I miss… college and learning.

I think… Hawaii or Italy would be nice places to live.

I know… love.

I want… to be debt free.

I have… no sense of sarcasm. I always think you’re being serious. (I am stealing this from Sarah, because I do the same thing.)

I search… or rather research like crazy. I would rather research than actually do anything about what I am researching. Examples: Decorating, WWII(there really is not much I could do about that), Business, Fitness and Good Dieting, Knitting and Crochet, Finance, Parenting, Gardening, Zeroscaping, Organic Gardening and Yard care. Etc. Etc. Etc.

I wish… Hillary Clinton was still in the race.

I hate… arrogance and ignorance.

I am… not afraid of a conflict.

I fear… water. Large bodies and small bodies. Even if there is really nothing to fear. I freak out. Swimming pools are alright.

I always…

I love… cuddling between getting up and hitting snooze a few times.

I feel… good about the decisions I make. I may take awhile, and it may not make sense to you, but I am confident in my decisions.

I hear… airplanes flying over head, the hum of my laptop. Silence.

I smell… liquid bandaid.

I don’t… want to influence Gentry poorly.

I wonder… what happened to JFK? What happened to Britney? What about Amy Winehouse? How God made our world/evolution happen? When our country will be self-sufficient? What can I do about it? What this change is that I feel fast approaching?

I care… about who the next president will be. About being dependent on other countries for our oil. About high fructose corn syrup in everything. About getting some food storage in the basement. About being about to pay for the new car. About Gentry growing up to be a good and contributing member of society.

I regret… not pursuing art as a child. I was discouraged all along the way, by guess who. I found my way anyway.

I am… strong.

I believe… everyone deserves to be happy, but not at the expense of others. Happiness must come from within.

I dance… in the kitchen, in the evening while making dinner, with JJ and Gentry.

I sing… about kissing girls. 🙂

I write… very impersonally here. I keep my private thoughts to myself now.

I win… at holding my breath underwater. I could be an alligator.

I lose… everything. I call JJ all day asking where things are.

I never… have seen any Batman movies. Sorry Jimmy.

I listen… when others speak.

I can… take forever making decisions about cheap rice or nice rice in the grocery store.

I read… everything. I wish I had more time.

I am… figuring out me.

You can participate as well. I tag Kirsten, Tazia, Kateka and Aubrey J.

This is Henry, she is a girl mouse, not a bear. Sometimes she is naughty and has to sit in the corner. I always need to fall asleep with her.

Love, Gentry

Instead of :: i love friday :: I am going to introduce you all to some blogs that I have recently fallen in love with and that I find refreshingly honest and true to life.

:: Little Red Pen :: is written by the wife of one of jj’s old co-workers. I totally blog stalked her forever and than recently came out of hiding. She and I did the tradeshow (I totally just typed tradeho, and find that some how fitting) circuit together. I love her take on life and her perspective on well, everything. Also, she is gorgeous and is obsessed with the color her hair cannot be. I love this about her. ::

:: Inner beauty is overrated… :: I do not recall how I came across her blog, it could possibly be that she commented on Seriously So Blessed. But I loved her as soon as I saw she was linked here and she says the things I think, but am far to chicken to say. Except to jj, really quietly, at night when the lights are off. ::

:: Loobylu :: quit blogging over a year ago and I was so sad. She recently started up again and I love her, like a long lost lover. She lives in Australia and her seasons are the opposite of mine. Right now she is heading into spring and I am heading into hell. Also, she has the cutest illustration and dollmaking skills. I pretty much wish I was her. I wonder if she is obsessed with Lost like I am? ::

The house is a mess and I have NO energy.

This afternoon I had plans to contribute to the lets clean up this dump fund. Instead, I could not keep my eyes open and so I slept/watched Batman with Gentry and squeezed his hand during the scary parts. See what I good mom I am. Two-face may cause nightmares, but I am right there watching you freak out, darling.

We have no food, so as a bonus to our trip, we continue to eat out but my outfits get increasingly less fantastic. I am pretty much to the point where I can no longer go out in public. I am typing to you from the warm confines of sweat pants, t-shirt and slippers. Hello hottness! If I were to leave, I would absolutely put on a bra, and that would fix things right up. Welcome to my world and instead of figuring out lunch, my mom brought us Wendy’s. She is the best. For real.

For dinner, we may just have air and hopefully there is some year old ice cream we can chip out of the freezer. Good thing I have a bit of food storage, because a bucket of wheat would fix this situation right up. Seriously though. I need to get some stuff done. I need to get back on my I-do-stuff-around-here cart. Also, staying up until one does wonder for a girls sleeping habits. I have got to get things back together.

Am I just a little black rain cloud? Hovering over the hunny tree! By hunny, I mean, hot damn. Did you see her butt? I wish it was mine.

Also, one time my roommate Lori (Hi Lori, you are the best) put a slug in a plastic baggy with salt and I have never seen something so…I don’t even know who to describe it. Don’t do it though. Yuck.

Test driving cars is fun.

I feel like I am dating again, not the cars, but the dealers.

They want me to want them, bad. Desperately searching for things we have in common and ways to impress me. ie: I played ball for Urban Myer.

Wow. What kind of ball would that be? Cause I don’t care about sports and neither does JJ. Also, partying is not what I did in college, nor was it my goal. What was your goal in college?

And Gentry is hungry, which is code for, “My timer has gone off, time to get the heck out of here.” Not, “Please bring my son a box (A BOX) of fruit snacks before dinner.” I am not going to be happy with you. Are you trying to poison him with high fructose corn syrup? Why don’t you you bring it in a BPA plastic bottle you just warmed in the microwave.

And yes, I want to test drive a Prius. Just because you are pretending the only one in your lot is sold does not mean I am going to resort to something else. I can find them elsewhere.

We will not be going on a second date. He wanted to make a home run and I was only willing to go to first base. Does that mean there was necking and petting?