Non Compos Mentis

We are moving this week, and my house is a disaster.

I think I am in worse shape than the house. I still manage to shower, but I have stopped any self improvement efforts. I let my hair fluff and I wear whatever is on the top of the pile. Usually its fine. I stay on my couch, or close to the bathroom and no one sees me in my state of disrepair. My sweet mother-in-law came to help the effort and she has done ALL the packing, and I have done all the vomiting. It is nice we can job share like that.
Today I dressed in my prettiest grandma night gown complete with a lace trimmed collar, light blue and pink check pattern and pearl snaps (thank you Markelle) and a pair of brown gauchos. I was rocking the lace, but the gauchos didn't go so well. I thought "who cares no one will ever see me. I look as good as I feel."
I dared to venture to the garage for a popsicle. The door just happened to be up and a white SUV was blocking the drive. The passenger could just see me crouching behind the boxes. They kept staring. I stared back like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi. I thought if I stared hard enough they would feel uncomfortable about staring and drive away. NO. They got out and came to talk to me.
The horror !
It turned out to be someone who worked for Mark's company. She just wondered if she could see the house. Sure, maybe I should put on a bra before we can be BFF, but come see, come see. I know she thought I was a sorry mess, and she kept staring at my lacey trim. (really I don't blame her, how could she not?) We wandered through the house as I apologized for living and she took in the square footage. Then she ran away.

I now send Mark for all Popsicles, and I packed my granny gown. I plan to lay low just in case other people come to take a peek at my freak show.

Moving and morning sickness are not happy friends.

I was washing the muck off the patio, and disturbed a HUGE bed of ants living in one of the cracks in the cement.
I used to have a reverence for life. I am not a ruthless killer by nature, but ants in general have crossed the line. Therefore they must die. I spent the next 20 minutes drowning thousands and thousands of ants with the hose. It felt rather therapeutic. As they washed over the side of the cement they sought refuge on blades of grass. I felt a twinge of conscience and left them there to rot. I hope they learned their lesson and build their new home far far away.

The votes are in and I am out. Rather, I have been officially released from my calling as the Primary President. I'm not sure if they released me because I am basically inactive or because I am moving. It is likely that both were a motivator for the bishopric to kick it into high gear. I will admit that I am a little sad that I am not in Primary anymore. Once I got used to the crazy idea that I was in charge I really liked all there was to think about and plan for. Then I got pregnant and all I can think about is the impending vomit, so to heck with sharing time and the primary program. I really am praying that the vileness of life will pass before thanksgiving, and I will be back to my church going self. I miss watching Mark wrestle Jack through sacrament meeting knowing that he had two more hours of WWF while I loaf in primary. I know no one sits the proverbial "pew" forever so I am excited for a cush calling like enrichment committee, or hymn book lady.
I think I will email the powers that be and put in a good word for myself. For now I shall bask in my freedom and make friends with my toilet bowl, until the next call of duty comes along.

I hate goodbyes; especially when the are fraught with tragedy.

This afternoon Crazy Steve from down the street rang the doorbell incessantly. I really didn't want to talk to him so I ignored his constant ringing, but then he started pounding and ringing. I opened the door and he stood on his tiptoes and said "Your cat is dead" in a creepy whispery voice. :(

WHAT? My kitty who stays in the yard and plays with the kids and calls to me through the open window, or my other kitty that I would gladly give to the nearest animal shelter if I were a hair more calloused?
Of course it had to be the good kitty. He ran into the street and never made it back. The person who hit him never stopped. Shame on them, I hope they suffer through a serious case of jock itch as punishment.

The girls took it really well. Julia mentioned that it was good that he was a kitty and that he wasn't an 8 year old person, or he would have to have been baptized and done some repenting and been judged by God so he could go to heaven, but since he was just a kitty she was pretty sure he could just go and live with Jesus. Somehow Julia's whole thought process was comforting to her sister. Ava remarked that it was just a really sad thing that Max played in the road and got squished, but at least we still had one cat left.

I was the only one who cried. Maybe its because I am hormonal, or maybe it is because I had 7 cats die one after the other when I was a little girl.
Life's lessons don't always come gently and with warning.

Max, you were a good kitty. I 'm sorry your life was snuffed out before you time. We will meet again someday.

Changes seem to come in threes. Sometimes I have to force the envelope a bit, but 3 new things seem more exciting than just 2 new things. My three are as follows, in no particular order...

News #1.

I cut my hair.
Sorry to all of you who walked with me through those dark hours of hair grow out stage. I know I was a pain as I bemoaned my hideous shag do. It did turn out nice in the end. I liked it on the days I combed or washed it. It was all the endless days in between that drove me to the bathroom armed with scissors. I promise never to grow out my hair while pregnant or post pregnant. That should buy me at lest 5 more years of short do ease. Just for the sake of visual aides I went from thisback to this.. respectivelyNews #2..

I am once again preg-o-nant. I refuse to post pictures about that, because I have none. I am pretty sure there is little or no photographic evidence that I am or have ever been pregnant. If you look at me there is just a hint of green as the tell-tale sign. (Think of Alphaba from wicked.)

News #3...

We finally after 10 years of rented bliss bought a HOUSE!!! It is a real bonafied place of residence all our own. I shall paint and tile at will, as soon as I can afford paint or tile. This last news is a little tainted by the sadness I feel about leaving our close friends. We are only moving 6 miles, but sometimes that is like around the world. I hope everyone will come and visit often!
Our new house is very cozy. And our family of almost 6 will be packed in with love. Here is a little peek at what we bought..That should do it for now. I can't think of anything else that we have coming in the near future. I don't know if I can handle any more change, especially if it has to come in triplicate.