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Dh just called me and said that he clipped a cement pole at a gas station in Toledo. Must've done a little more than clip it, because it tore off the bumper and cut the brake line of the truck. Good thing he went with his gut feeling and decided to get insurance, which I told him not to get-waste of money, right?

Yeah, waste of money usually, but today so far he's been

towed- $35

new truck- $900 (if no insurance)

3 guys to move stuff out of old truck and put it in new truck-$20/hr x 3=$60 x 2hours =$180

So, he might be out some money for a hotel tonight if he can't make it all the way here, which he probably can't since it's already 2:20 ish and the repacking guys haven't shown up yet, but...it could have been way, way worse.

Poor pookie!

Lately, I've been wondering, *have I lost my mind contemplating angel #2*? I wonder if lil pill is okay as an only child...I wonder if I am okay having an only child. Usually, the answer to both is a resounding no. But when your 3 year old has tantrums that a dictator would be proud of...you start to think of these things. Our conversations have been like this recently-

Me: Squishy, please stop smearing your peanut butter between your toes.

Angel child #1: Why?

Me: Because it's disgusting and sticky.

Angel child #1: No, it's not mommy.

Me: Because it makes a huge mess.

Angel child #1: NO.IT.DOES.NOT.MAKE.A.MESS.MOMMY! (said near the top of his lungs with an evil glint in his eye).

Me: Squish! that's enough. We don't scream at each other. You're not going to eat the sandwich, so I'm taking it away.

Angel child #1: No mommy! No mommy! Noooooomommmmmyyyy! I NEED the peanut butter! Mommmmy (clutching my leg as I'm dragging him to the kitchen to throw away the decimated sandwich).

Me: Okay, fine. Here ya go. Want to eat it? Hmm, yummy (said with some sarcasm)

Angel child #1: NO I DO NOT WANT TO EAT IT!!! IT'S 'SGUSTING!!! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (screamed at the top of his lungs)

And on and on he goes...oh brother. I do not like three year olds, Sam I am.

You have $20 bucks to your name, and your mama gave it to you

You have plans to immediately spend $18 of it on non-essential items that make life worth living

You can't pay your bills but you've applied for a Pottery Barn credit card

You've been rejected for the Pottery Barn credit card with which you were going to tastefully furnish your entire house

You gave your notice at work and are spending the rest of the week checking emails, preferring to leave the real work to the next person

Someone just walked in and gave you real work to do and you immediately returned to finish this post after they left

You spend your day figuring how many bills you can put off until the next paycheck

Your mama calls you at least once a day and gets upset if you don't call her at least once, too

My poor husband is flying to Detroit today to drive our stuff back here. Could we have picked a worse time? So far I've gotten 4 updates from orbitz saying his flight has been delayed. Poor Pookie!

I would upload some pics of the storm but I can't figure out how to do it.

In other news, a close friend from my long-ago college days somehow found my name on classmates.com and sent me an email! I am so, so excited. Long ago I blogged about wanting a best friend and she truly was that when I was 17-18 yrs old. I don't know what to expect after so long; our lives seem so different. It's just nice to hear from her and I will let God work it out from here!

D did not take daddy leaving well AT ALL. He threw a huge tantrum yesterday, then when dh asked what was wrong, he threw his arms around him and said "daddy, you said you were never going to leave me!" OH poor lil pill. We tried to explain...I hope he understands.

I had a lovely 33rd birthday on Sunday. Wow...33. I didn't think I'd still be so FAT. Argh. I am all for size acceptance but when you are unhappy with it it's time to change. And I'm unhappy! Mostly I want to be that mom that rolls around on the floor with her children, and then can put a cute pair of shorts on that she's bought in any old store and go out into the world.

We painted the living room and entryway this weekend. I will try to post pics...I need to figure out how to upload them on my work 'puter since the DSL is canceled at home. Trying to save money!

I admit, it makes me 50% sad and 50% happy to think about postponing trying for baby #2 until next January. I'm not sure. I'm just not sure what will happen. Pretty much everything depends on if dh becomes employed rapidly, and what kind of job he gets. If it's not substantial...we'll be looking for greener pastures.