my hotel lobby...

"Your mind is like a hotel lobby...You can't always control what comes in, but you can control what stays." -Wade Trimmer

Lord, help me keep my hotel lobby clean! :)

the unknown thought process of a pregnant woman...

Lately, I have been having days with random bursts of energy...but I guess I should've expected that...I did pray that God would prescribe me a couple shots of OCD every day until I can keep my house the way I want it. What I didn't expect was the extra booster shot of "master carpentry"...I don't remember praying for that...but I don't remember a lot of things while I'm pregnant.


Here I am, a little over 5 months pregnant, taking on the job of completely ripping out baseboards, installing beadboard, painting, installing quarter round molding, chair rail molding...and whatever else pops into my little pregnant 'nesting' head...
the scariest part is my dad dropping off -and trusting me with -his saws, nail guns...and other random tools...and me attempting to use them.

Over all, I think I've done a pretty good job and have only walked away with a couple injuries...

First one, I decided it would be a brilliant idea to paint the bathroom while I gave Rylie a bubble bath...killing two birds with one stone, right? Of course, I need to reach the areas over the bathtub so I walk along the edges of the tub, to paint this area. How many signs did I need to tell me that was an idiotic idea? Pregnant. Wet tub. Splashing 2 year old, in the wet tub. Slippery flip flops. I'm completely unbalanced on solid ground.


Even with all the bright, neon signs begging me to not do the obviously stupid..I do it anyways. Within 2 minutes, I am in the bathtub fully clothed, with a scraped up and bleeding arm. (somehow, managing not to land on my child.)

Second one, was a little bit simpler but hurt a whole lot worse. I, against all warnings that I shouldn't attempt to pick up heavy things, decide to pick up a very large piece of bead board (wood). IT WAS IN MY WAY..and I'm am certainly not going to wait 5 minutes until someone is around to help me move it...I needed to move it..right then! I dropped it on my un-shoed toe and busted it open...OUCH!

Have I learned from my mistakes...probably not..I am still as impatient as ever and when I want something done...I normally want to do it myself...

I know this is the time when I should be kicking my feet up and relaxing...the only time in my life when I can expect other people to serve me, and me just sit back and relax....I should be watching movies while eating ice cream, reading lots of good books, painting my toenails (while I can still see them)

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...but here I am trying to work my butt off...what am I thinking? I guess I just can't bring myself to sit still for 5 minutes....

My house is coming together...I love redoing things and decorating...now I just need to get a shot of "lots of extra money" so I can buy some new furniture :)

blow out the candles!

Today is Brandon's birthday.... so here is an entry dedicated to my really old 26 year old hubby :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

Since Brandon had to work today, we went and did a pre-birthday celebration at the drive-in theater last night. We saw Indiana Jones and Iron Man. Indiana Jones was definitely a let down....very "scientology".

On the other hand, Iron Man was pretty good. I know nothing of comic book figures, but this was still a really interesting and action packed movie to watch.

Overall, had a really fun night at the "Big Moe". :)

LOVE YOU! :)

two little baby feet...

I was so excited to wake up this morning, I could barely sleep last night...(besides the fact that I am pregnant and barely sleep any night)...today was the exciting reveal of what sex our new baby, due in October, is. We watched as the ultrasound showed the face, the arms, the beating heart, the legs and the view that made it impossible to doubt that it was definitely a boy :)


Of course, I should have already known... Rylie has been picking out boy clothes and blue blankets from the very beginning...she has never wavered from her claim that she was having a baby brother.

Now all I'm wanting to do is go out and buy something blue! :)

Making the bed that I lie in while I'm waiting to die...

Sounds depressing right? What a way to start a new blog...:) Well if you read further, it will make a lot more sense...and hopefully will be a little more inspiring..and a lot less depressing.

This is an excerpt from a book I'm reading right now.... The book is called *Chazown* by Craig Groeschel (pronounced khaw-ZONE) from the Hebrew, meaning a dream, revelation or vision.

It's actually the first page... Check it out:


"Most people take a long time to die. Think about it. There are those few who go suddenly. Accidents. Heart attacks. Gang shootings. A soapy slip off the edge of the tub. But for you, chances are that at the end of your life, you will die in bed. Waiting.

And while you wait, you will very likely have days, weeks, even years to think, to look back on your life.

Imagine yourself there, lying in bed and reflecting. Reading back through the chapters of your life story.

What did my life add up to?
Did I really matter?
What did I live for?
Who will remember me?
What will they say about me when I'm gone?
Why was it important that I existed?

So many questions. So much time. Will you lie there with no regrets? Some regrets? Nothing but regrets?

Imagine.

Or not. I mean, you'll probably have time to thank about it when you get to that bed. So you could just wait. (Millions do.) See what comes. Wait until the final pages of your life story to see how it reads to you then.

But that's no way to end the story of your life.

Here's one more thing to think about:

The decisions you are making today are actually making the bed you will lie in while you wait to die."