Things I learned this weekend. . .

We spent Sunday and Monday down in Belle Fourche/Rapid City visiting some friends, touring, shopping, etc. I have some great pictures of Bear County and Reptile Gardens I will try to post later but these were a few of the key moments on our trip.

• Swimming pools, no matter the size, are always worth the money at a hotel. Paige was beyond delighted and was a good kid all because she got to swim.



• Mint Chip ice cream at Hardees has been voted the best ice cream. Not sure how the pregnancy cravings will handle ice cream that far away; but we'll deal. This stuff was far superior over any other kind. Cowboy even ate some.



• Baby bears that play and frolic in the sun are super cute and will sell thousands of teddy bears a day.



• Snakes and creepy crawlies at Reptile Gardens will entertain the girliest of little girls. She even touched a snake. Amazing.



• Pregnant girls cannot shop all day; not matter how hard they try. Naps are necessary.



• Its possible to spend hours in a home improvement store scrutinizing painting tools; how in the hell are we ever going to make a real decision--like the color?!

We close in two days and I now have stuff to put in the house!!! Got some paint, new light fixtures, etc. Now to find the energy to start the projects. . .

6 Days!

The countdown is on! 6 days and Cowboy and I can count ourselves as homeowners! Whoo hoo. I am sure my time of coming home and resting/playing on the computer is coming to an end as I have started the massive to do list and its not looking very short. We close on Wednesday afternoon. So if anyone wants a glimpse of the sexy orange woodburner or some nasty shag carpeting, stop on over.

In the meantime I am trying to pick out paint, countertops, etc. so I can get them ordered and we can get a ton of stuff done in the next few weeks so its done before we haul all of our stuff over. I think its going to be a blessing that we can stay in our current home for a month and work on the new one. I've been around sheetrock dust and paint fumes; and I'll pass on living in it if possible.

25 weeks photo

97% there

So the saga goes. . .



Find house. Check

Make offer. Check

Talk to bank. Check

Wait for appraisal. Check (took to damn long, but its done)

Re-negotiate price. Check

Get estimate from trencher. Waiting

Sewer man. The 28th

We get to move. Closing on the 2nd or 3rd.



So we are about 97% there and it ends up being more in our favor. Yay! Not going to shriek too much, I am sure there is still something to go wrong. But Cowboy says I can at least pack a box or two now :)

Turkeys

Not everyone enjoys the splendor a wild turkeys wandering through their yard every evening this time of year. The novelty has worn off for me and I think they are gross. However, Paige and I have fun 'gobbling' at them and making them gobble back. Small things in life keep us entertained.

Paige-isms

So today my daughter was full of all kinds of interesting comments. Starting at the grocery store. Our local meat man is a larger guy--sort of rotund if you will. We said hi as he was walking down the aisle, and thankfully he was out of earshot when I heard a little voice say, "Mom, that man was fat. He looks like he's going to have a baby!"



Oh dear. I really hope she doesn't think everyone without a washboard tummy is having a baby. We had a talk about hurting people's feelings after we were out of public ears.



A while later. "Mom, when I am a big kid--after the baby comes--am I still going to go to Kims?"



She's mentioned this more than once--apparently the defining characteristic of being a big kid is having a younger sibling. Who knew.



Lastly, if she keeps telling me "Mom, your tummy's getting bigger. . .and so's your butt!" I am going to have to send her to live with Gramma. She says it in a cute little impish voice and giggles--but a prego girl doesn't need any one telling her she's getting bigger--plus I don't think my butt is getting all that much bigger. So there Paige.

Anxiety

So I have decided that being anxious about something is one of the worst feelings in the world. I'd rather just be angry or happy--those are clear cut emotions. But the anxiety I have had the last few days has made me crabby--how fair is that? Not fair to the poor hubby who has to live with me. Throw in a few pregnancy hormones, and wow, not a happy wife. I also hate things that are completely beyond my control in any way--control freak? That is me. Those of you who know me and read this, you love me anyway :) Anyway, I am supposed to hear the answer tomorrow that will make my anxiety go away. I am not holding my breath, but we'll see. So just a little online venting. I am sure there will be a big post if things work out correctly. Mr. Appraiser better be kind. . .