a few weeks is too long....

so, i swear don't give up on me....i will get back in the habit of blogging, it just has been tough lately. not that i am at a loss for words, but that they usually are not very nice! and most of the time i do not sit down to enjoy time on the computer (except my addition to word challenge) until the girls are in bed and well, at 27 weeks pregnant, i am usually whooped and headed to bed myself. that is after the 30 minutes of picking up toys, straightening up the kitchen, folding laundry, etc.

i will start with the sad...i put my dear cat to sleep 1 1/2 weeks ago. she was MY first baby, even though her sister was actually my cat and she was inherited when i moved back to ftw from lubbock 13 years ago. kitkat was the more tender aka skittish of the two and for most of her 14 years she slept every night next to me on my pillow. while she did not get enough attention the past few years, she was always there when i went to bed. sadly, it was a hard choice to make, i am not sure she was even really sick just losing her ability to find the cat box. first, the vet suggested re-training her...so, she spent 10 days locked in our bathroom with all her own stuff and it worked for a few days then it was back to urinating next to the box and occasionally when she got out on my rugs in the kitchen. i just could not handle myself, the girls and even jeff or cade stepping in cold cat urine anymore and made the very difficult choice. on the funny side, when i picked cade up from school on friday i told him we needed to pick her up and i think he almost died when i tried to convince him she had been stuffed. however, once the backyard is more complete we will give her a proper burial. until then she is going to sit in the middle of the kitchen table....ok, not really, but her box of ashes (i did not know it is against the law to bury your pets without cremation...makes sense, i guess, i would not want the neighbors dogs to try and dig her back up) does get moved around because it creeps cade out and i get tired of jeff's "jokes".

as a younger, i have a huge chip on my shoulder, don't necessarily believe in love gal, i boycotted valentine's day. i really was a tough cookie to crack....just ask jeff. however, i do believe i may have drained him of all him over the top affection breaking the hard shell that surrounded my "feelings". anyhoo, my big protest to the whole commercialized holiday called valentine's day was to wear black as if i mourned the whole relationship thing. now, well, while i don't hold my breathe for something over the top, i do look forward to the extra sweet hug and kiss i receive on that day. this year we went to a mardi gras ball in dallas. it was too much fun, not to mention staying in dallas and sleeping until my body woke me up. jeff and i danced it up for the first hour and then i lost my "umph" waiting in linefor over an hour to have my cards read. and really, the only thing she said that made me wonder if there was something to this hoax was "did i work for myself" and "did i feel overwhelmed by it".....damn maybe it was just a really good guess!

since then we have begun some of the much needed projects around here. the girls'/cade's bathroom has been torn apart. it is nothing but studs and concrete....which means i need to start putting together the pieces. the backyard, as taken on a total transformation...jeff has been working on moving dirt and rocks for the past five days. of course, all the neighbors have their eyes on what is going on...one has not spoken a word to us and yesterday jeff had to explain to another what he was doing. we had heard that the overgrown mess out back was one of the reasons our house sat on the market so long and of course, the sad outdated room one would call a kitchen, however, as with our old house we are beginning the makeover. stay tuned for before and after pictures....

other than all of the above, i am beginning to think maybe three pregnancies in three and half years was a little too much for my body. the sciatic nerve down my left side is really giving me trouble. i find myself unable to move from one position to the next....i have been stress eating more lately therefore, have already hit my weight max. luckily jeff will return to new orleans this next week and i will return to eating cereal for dinner.

well, i guess i should get dressed, brush my teeth and head out back to help move rocks while the girls nap. i finally downloaded all our new pictures and will post some this afternoon!