August, 2011

Husband witnessed an assault where the cops were called and blood was shed (no, hubby was not involved and everyone ended up being ok)

5.8 magnitude earthquake. Plus aftershocks.

Category 1 hurricane Irene. 

Sliced open my finger. 

Sprained my ankle.

Found out I'm not pregnant. 

It's August 29th and this month is almost over - that's a really, really good thing.

Two.Point.Five Kids, A Dog and a White Picket Fence - Almost

MY DREAM:

Two.Point.Five Kids, A Dog and a White Picket Fence

Three to Five Kids, Several Dogs, a Cat or Two and a Log Cabin

I finally convinced my husband that we can afford to live in North Georgia. HALLELUJAH! Up until now, he was dead set on either Unadilla, GA or Macon, GA...both of which suck. 

 

 

What Unadilla is known for

North Georgia is beautiful. There are places like Helen (an Alpine Village), Blue Ridge (yes, like the mountains), Dahlonega (can we say gold??), and Elijay (only for MawMaw and PawPaw and Janet). These are places I would kill to live in - specifically Helen. Unfortunately we can't afford Helen, so any surrounding towns will surely do. This is the view I'm looking for:

Can you really ask for a more beautiful view? Mountains, water, sky - basically, everything that is NOT in Quantico. Now, on to the house. 

Hubby and I have day dreamed about our future house many, many times. We both have very different views of our perfect house, so the compromise we have come up with is basically that Jonathon gets to pick the outside and I get to pick the inside. Now, if we were building fresh, this would be oh so easy. Log cabin, pond, acres and acres of land on the outside and a pristine, comfortable, beautiful inside complete with a huge kitchen, a big ol' tv and an enormous master bedroom and bathroom. Unfortunately, being relatively young and poor, I'm not so sure it will actually go this way. So, this is our plan. 

1. Buy a log cabin

can't you just imagine a kid in the yard and a dog on the porch?

definitely more me than Jonathon....but he'd totally go for it

I would love to come home to this every day

 2. Renovate, renovate, renovate!

so. perfect.

oh so rustic and fabulous

betcha never though I'd want a deer head in my living room, eh?

3. Decorate like Martha Stewart

I've become obsessed with antler chandeliers as of late

100% Martha Stewart meets Davey Crocket

cowhide!

 

4. Plan for Christmas

maybe I'll have Thomas Kinkade design my hou

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5. Plan for baby

For little Aaron - just with some more camo and maybe, just an idea, a changing table?? might be helpful...

I love everything about this. including the tiny baby with the ruffle but on the chest. This will be baby Emma's room, sorry hubby!

6. Don't forget the dogs

chow time

Yes, my dogs are/will be spoiled

Littledog could totally rock this

Don't judge. I know no one I have even know will believe that this is actually the life and home I want. But people change. I'm sure anyone would have pegged me for a pink, sparkly, modern and over-the-top kind of dream house, Basically, the Barbie Dream House on over-kill. The problem with that is my husband would totally leave me, or at least resort to camping in the woods behind the house since he would refuse to enter the house. And really, who wants pink and sparkles and glamor ALL the time (take note: I will have my own office/craft room/girl room/whatever at some point and it WILL be a Barbie dream room....promise). So since I kinda like my hubby and would like for him to be proud of our house, this is a perfect compromise that I can see myself living in and loving completely.

So who's gonna come visit first?!

I don't like limbo.

no...not this kind of limbo. but I wouldn't particularly like this either

I've been in this awful state of limbo for the past 3 weeks. Since the only two people who currently read this already know everything (hello Mommy and Lindsey!), I'm just going to vent.

So, we've been trying to get pregnant the past few months. I'm in no rush, just when it happens it happens. I figured it would take a while anyway since I just quit birth control in April. 

Fast forward to now - I'm 15 days late and extremely frustrated. I've been using those irritating pee sticks almost daily but am consistently getting negatives...with the exception of one very, very faint positive which was then followed by a negative. Go figure.

I don't particularly care if I'm pregnant or not (ok, so I care, a lot actually, but there's always plenty more months if this isn't it), I just want something, anything to happen. I've been walking around for the past 3 weeks with a tampon stuffed in my bra so I don't have one of those "crap. I left my purse in the other room" moments. But lucky/unlucky for me, I haven't had a chance to use it so now it's all torn and smooshed and probably wouldn't do a whole lot of good. So I have since thrown it away and am just praying for a positive. 

AND to make things worse...I called my doctor to see if they would do a blood test to find out for sure and they (long story short) said no. Boo. AND my friend who is currently a month late got an appointment and it turned out negative. So she's crushed and I'm sad and I'm going to be a little upset if I'm pregnant and she's not, but then again I'll be upset if I'm not pregnant, so, I really just can't win. Except for the fact that I'll have a baby on the way, which I think is definitely a win! 

buying this the day I get my 2 pink lines - let's save for baby's college (or wedding) fund!

So that's that. I'm not pregnant but I'm not not pregnant. Limbo sucks.

Future hopes and dreams.

During our 6 hour drive home from our weekend in Jersey (we went up for a GORGEOUS, incredibly fun wedding where we danced all night - congrats to the new Mr. & Mrs. Hale!), I spent most of the time listening to Taylor Swift, looking at the scenery and daydreaming while Jonathon slept and I drove. We drove through New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, DC and Virginia. So, this is what I want:

A little girl that lets me paint her nails and put bows in her hair and basically has a Gilmore Girls type relationship with me. 

A big 3 story house with a lot of land, a big truck and four-wheelers. 

A bunch of dogs.

To live in the mountains.

That's pretty much all I came up with. But since hubby and I are trying to get pregnant and we were driving through some mountains, that's all my little brain could concentrate on. It sounds and looks a lot better in my head, I promise.

Feelin like a housewife.

Finally. For the first time in a while, I feel like a true housewife. I got up, showered and actually did my hair and makeup (this is a huge accomplishment for me on a weekend), made breakfast, and started takin care of business. Today I.....

1. Found a new home for Pepper (aka Piggy) the puggle

2. Hired some neighborhood kids to mow my yard

3. Made brownies

4. Made tea

5. Cleaned the kitchen and bar

6. Took care of all the dishes

7. Picked up the house

8. Took this picture:

SadieBug

She "stood" like this for at least 2-3 minutes. I have no earthly idea why. Good thing she's cute.

Later today, I will...

1. Do homework

2. Go to the grocery store

3. Buy hubby's anniversary present

4. Have friends over and enjoy the evening.

Yay for a good weekend!

Pepper the Puggle

It finally happened. I took in my first foster pup. I already adopted 3 dogs (Gunner, then Little, then Sadie) but Pepper is my first foster. And definitely not the last.

So here's the story:
Donna, my supervisor at work, has been telling me about her neighbor who is going through a divorce and is trying to get rid of her 2 dogs. It was kinda vague and in the future until today when she told me that her neighbor (Jen, I think) had taken Pepper to the shelter and kept the other dog but wanted to find a new home for him too. So, being the crazy chick I am, told Donna that if Jen could get the pup back, I'd take her in and find her a new home. Little did I know how much stress Miss Pepper would cause me.
Today was really the first day I had had any interest in Pepper. I had heard that she needed a new home, blah blah blah, for a few weeks, Today, Donna told me that Pepper had been taken to the shelter and the other was still at Jen's house but probably not for long so I told Donna to tell Jen to get Pepper. So, she contacted the shelter and they told her that they couldn't just give her back but she could re-adopt her for $80 and promise to get her spayed in the next month and if she wasn't picked up, she'd be euthanized by 12 PM the next day. What on earth?! Pepper is 2 1/2 years old, a "designer" breed (a puggle), fully housebroken and up-to-date on shots. Why on earth was she going go be euthanized?! These are my 2 answers: 1. because she isn't spayed 2. because the shelter claimed she is "aggressive" aka terrified after being thrown in a euthanasia room full of crazy angry screwed up Pits that freaked her out.

I stressed and worried so much during the day that I gave myself a migraine. Anyway, after much money and many texts, Pepper was finally rescued from the shelter and placed in the custody of Amanda, Donna's daughter. At the end of my work day, she brought Pepper to the office to hand her off to me. So now, Miss Pepper is chillin on my couch, sharing my food and watching Littledog sleep on the floor. Maybe I can't save the world, but I saved one dog.

Which leads into a whole other story on how I'd like to run my own Littledog Shelter......

another story for another time!

Welcome, Pepper!




UPDATE - 8/6/2011

Sweet little Piggy (my nickname for her since she looks like a little pig) went to her new home this afternoon. Not 12 hours as I posted her up for adoption, I received an email from a family with 3 kids and a big yard who were just dying to meet her and take her home. They came by around 4, the kids played with her and the parents fell in love with her. She pranced out the door in her pretty new collar and leash and turned to give me one last smile before she went off with her new family. Yay for happy endings!