My Sista

Today she is 49. It still amazes me that we are this old. Where did it go? In a blink of an eye, when we weren't looking, we went from 18 to... well you know.
She is beautiful, she is strong and I love her. Happy Birthday DeeDee!
P.S. Happy thanksgiving to my friends down under.

I'm supposed to be Pack leader

I have two, very spoiled, jack russels. They think I am their Mom. Bailey follows me EVERY WHERE! This is Baker, she likes to jump up on my lap for kisses and hugs. They sleep in the lap of luxury in my bedroom. I don't allow them up on my bed but they have pillows and blankets on the floor. I worry that my neighbors will hear me talking to them like they are little babies and think I have finally lost my mind. I baby them, well, Baker particularily, a lot.

Every day when I come home they get a chicken jerky treat. They absolutely love these treats. I let them outside as soon as I get home. Baker barely pees before she comes dashing through the house and starts jumping where her treats are kept. Bailey follows behind but is far too fat to jump. When I give them their treat they go flying into the family room to indulge.

Today, I was out of chicken jerky. I let them out, Baker came flying in and began her ritual. I took the tin down and handed her a rawhide roll. She actually took it in her mouth, realized what it was and SPIT it at my feet! I told her that was all I had. She picked it up and walked to the family room like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders!

I went to the store and bought them their chicken jerky...cause that's what a good Mom would do!

I've regained my composure

Wow, I can't believe that this time next year we will have a little boo boo to celebrate Christmas with. I know it is so very early in Natasha's pregnancy and horrible things could happen but I have told everyone that we cannot put off celebrating the wonderful things in life just because yucky stuff happens. We have been through so very much crap that the thought of a brand new bundle, a fresh new beginning....ya, I'm crying again! It is so amazing and so much fun to plan all the things I'm going to be able to do with this precious gift. Trust me there will be a lot of pictures. Thanks to all who have listened to me and to all I will bore to tears over the next nine months!

I'm going to be a GRAMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would love to shout it from the highest mountain. I can't explain why turning 50 was so horrible but the thought of being a Gramma is so very amazing!

We knew there might be a possibility but Nick called me last night, just before OBAMA won and said "It's confirmed". I paused, to scared to believe what I heard, and said loudly, SAY THAT AGAIN!!!!!

I am on cloud 9. Cloud 99, cloud 999999999999999!

My baby is going to be a Daddy...it makes me cry.

I'm going to be a Gramma...it makes me cry.

Matthew will be a great Uncle...it makes me cry.

David would have been a gread Grampa...it makes me cry.

My Dad would have been a hugely amazing Gr.Grampa...it makes me cry.

I CAN NOT WAIT...this is going to be a very long 9 months.

If it's a girl...Oh my GOD, if it's a boy, like Nick or Matt, Oh my GOD!!!!

I'm gonna be a Gramma, wow!