Orange Basket

See this GORGEOUS orange basket???

It has been sitting there for over a week. Teasing me.  My husband NEVER voluntarily does the laundry, but last week he amazed me by picking up this basket and throwing all colored items into the wash. Now, I am not having a bashing party here, but he left the basket in front of the dryer and there it has continued to sit. This spot is right in front of the garage door so that means any time I want to come in or out of my house, I am continually blocked by a large orange object. Even if we do manage to kick it out of the way, it still ends up landing in a place that does not allow the door to fully open. So, it is a constant circus show of trying to angle ourselves correctly so that we may exit out of the door.

I keep asking myself why I keep putting up with this? Why don't I just throw the clothes in the wash and move this ridicules basket out of my way? Honestly.... I don't know. I think I must have some subconscious thing working on some level here. Maybe I am tired of always doing.... it is a continuous effort to keep my house at some level of sanity. I didn't put the basket there, so why should I move it. The funny thing is, I know that if I left it up to Andy to move it (without me saying anything) it would be there forever. It's not that he is necessarily being lazy, it truly just doesn't bother him (or is it all a cover?). This is something I have come to understand over the years..... mmmm well, I guess I don't really UNDERSTAND it, but I am aware of it now. But the time has come for the thorn to be removed from my side ...... I am throwing the clothes in the wash and walking away with an orange basket in my hands.

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Ok, I just realized that "February" is spelled wrong in my header, but I am not about to go back and redo the whole thing. SORRY! Basically my "r" made it to its spot a little late. This is classic Elizabeth. For the record, I do know how to spell the months on the calender. I am just to lazy to double check and look over my work. Perfectionism is not a quality/fault that I possess. So, you must deal with these types of errors if you choose to read my blog. Happy Thursday!

This Is The Stuff Lyric Video

This song is really cheesy and cute at the same time. I get it though.... this really is the stuff!

After what seems like WEEKS of endless rain and gloomy days, we FINALLY had some sunshine and temps in the high 50's! Perfect chalking weather!

The man across the street was mowing his yard....although I am pretty sure
the grass hasn't grown since October.

This was Addi's first experience with chalk and she seemed to know just what to do with it. Chalk is one of those things that bring out the chid in me. I am not very artistic, but perhaps that is the joy of drawing with chalk. The more childlike it looks...the better. Really, I was just thankful to soak up the sun's rays on my face and to feel its warmth seep through sk. I was sad that I missed the first big snow back home, but only for a day. Being able to sit out on my driveway in the middle of January far outweighs months of freezing cold weather.

Gotta love kitty booty :)

P.S. ............................................

Yep, you read it right! Baby Walters #2 is due August 8th which puts me at 12 weeks. #2 is due a day after Andy's mom's bday and a day before Andy's bday.  I am feeling pretty good! No morning sickness = a smiley face in my book. We are excited and think that Addi will love having a baby around the house. Sometimes I wonder if I am crazy for wanting another on so soon, but I LOVED having a sister that was so close to my age. Best Friends! I am not ready to announce it on Facebook so if you want to leave a comment, you can leave it on here or you can leave a generic comment/happy face on the facebook link. YAY!

Just Because....

Is it too early for chores?

I know... I have been horrible about blogging regularly. I don't know how some of these bloggers do it..posting every single day?? HOW? For one, how do they have the time? And two, my list of interesting daily events is limited to snack time and walking the dog. Basically non-existent. Addi's stage is not particularly my favorite age range either. I honestly don't know what to do with her. Give me a three or four year old and I'm set, but a one year old?????....

I am taking an online class in a last effort push to finish school before next fall. Yes, I have been in school for SEVEN years. I take part of the blame. It is not generally wise to switch majors your senior year, but moving to Houston has taken a huge toll on my completion. Anyway, homework every other day... blah. 

So, Addi has turned into a helper around the house, which I encourage.... obviously! She literally gets excited when she hears the dish washer being opened. At this rate I figure we can have her loading and unloading the dishes(with the help of a step stool)in a years time? She also seems drawn to the laundry so maybe I can cross that off my list as well. Hey, a Mom can dream, right?

Tears of Shame

I cried last night at bible study. I CRIED people! Those who know me well, know that I am not one to just bust out into tears. This wasn't like a tear just fell down my cheek, we're talking full on sobs that persisted for a good 5min. What has this world come to that I am breaking down over petty things? When Andy and I walked out the door at the end of the night, I turned to him and said, "I can't believe I cried!". Oh the horror! He was really sweet about it and appreciated my genuineness, but I couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the night. I know people like my best fried, Heather, are laughing over this blog post right now. She knows me well enough to know that I would be shocked by my own behavior.

Just to clarify, I think that it is perfectly fine to be a crier.... eh.... well, when the situation is right. When my sister was younger, she used to shed a lot of tears and I would always be like, "WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!?" I know, I was a really sweet big sister. But there are times when tears are good and real and need to happen. I am not sure last night was one of those times, but what can a girl do? The topic was something that I have been really sensitive to recently and I think I hated admitting my own fault. It was a blow to my pride. I know, I know... you are all wanting me to say what we were talking about, but I am not going to. First, do you really want me bawling over my keyboard right now? I don't think anybody really wants that. Secondly, it doesn't really matter. The whole world doesn't need to know my weak spot at the moment..... 20 people is enough for now. :) Well, I will at least give you a clue..