today, i hate my mailbox.

because it delivered a letter from the state, saying that i did not get the job i wanted. i thought just *maybe* i got it. i thought i did really well in the interview. and that starting salary of 35K sounded nice too. ugh. now i'm back to looking for a crap job to pass my time...

::headdesk x a fafillion::

i am starting to feel like i am not capable of securing a good job. i know i am, and i know that i am going up against a bajillion people who are competing with me...

but....

ugh. just ugh.

::chugs CHEAP wine::

FULL OF WIN.

this post is.

first- WE SOLD OUR HOUSE!!!

second- WE MOVE INTO OUR NEW HOUSE ONE MONTH FROM TODAY!!!

and when i say new house, i mean brand spanking new, never before lived in, house. oh yes. the fresh paint and new appliances are enough to make a girl swoon.

here's the weird video i took of the house- i forgot the SD card for my camera, so pictures will be coming later on.


and if you go here and click on the mckenna, you will see other houses exactly like ours.

and the kitchen? OH YES. i haz an excitement.

oh. hi there.

so... we've discussed before about how i suck at blogging sometimes. and my last post was "ZOMG I'M MOVING", so you'll have to forgive me. i moved. i had things to do. i was busy. i'm full of excuses today. :)

and then i was going to start blogging again. but i lost my camera charger. and you can't have a blog without pictures. well, i 'spose you can, but it wouldn't be very interesting, would it? no, it wouldn't be.

so here i am, moved, with a new battery charger, ready to blog. let's just pick up where we left off, shall we?

ZOMG. I'M MOVING.

and i couldn't be happier. we FINALLY found a place to rent while we wait for our house here to sell, so i gave my two weeks to my work this morning. like, i get to move and live with my husband and i don't have to be a single mommy for more than two weeks .

but at the same time, i do feel a little, tiny, itty bitty twinge of sadness. we are leaving our first home. i will miss it.

but happiness definately wins that battle. a bigger town, with a pediatrician, and a walmart, and a place to make friends. a better school system for DD. a college, so i can get my degree. i'm ready.

i have two weeks. all those boxes are going to come in handy.

::runs around screaming::

i HATE packing.

anger.

i haz it.

i can't seem to talk to anyone these days without wanting to rip their heads off.

ok. that's all. return to your regularly scheduled programming.

"well, we got boxes."

those are the exact words that came along with this picture message the hubz sent me. yo, uhaul, we could pack our ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE in the boxes you sent the boxes in, mmkay? my. entire. kitchen. is full of. boxes. (p.s. i love you and know you ignored all the dirty dishes/pots/pans/bottles on my countertops. don't look. kthnx.)

as if i needed yet ANOTHER sign that, HELLO your husband is moving away for his job and you can't go with him because you live in butt fuck egypt and no one wants to buy your house and you can't find a rental where you are going. yeah. it's like uhaul rubbed my nose in it.

so. i don't think i have ever dreaded anything as much as i have dreaded DH moving next week. yes, he'll be home three days a week, but it won't be on the weekends, so really, i will get to see him for a grand total of 9 hours a week. maybe 12. if we're lucky, 12.

FML.

but we have boxes.

a new nickname.

DD has started the teething drool. and she drools a profuse amount. let me tell you. and her favorite thing ever is to purse her lips and blow through them, blowing drool all over herself, her hands, and any unsuspecting and unprepared bystanders. it's like niagra falls coming out of my little baby's mouth y'all. she doesn't act uncomfortable though, and i would rather swim in baby drool than have her be in teething pain, so i'll deal. but all this drooling has inspired a new nickname.

drippy. ol' drippy.

yep. i've nicknamed my daughter after a mold on Aqua Teen Hunger Force. and?

excuses.

1. i was out of town from the 14th to the 27th.

2. i don't have my SD card with me.

3. you already knew i sucked at keeping up with a blog.

but i'm back from texas and Christmas was wonderful. aside from the HORRID food poisoning (DO NOT eat at a little restaurant in keller, tx called tuscany. ever. i've warned you.) DD was an angel while we were there, her sleep habits stayed the same (thank you sweet baby Jesus in Heaven), and she got spoiled rotten by the family.

i did not take her to the cemetery when i went to see my parents- it was really cold and she was napping (see? told you i was full of excuses), but that didn't make that trip really any easier.

and it's new year's eve. a friend is taking sienna for the night (well, until the hubz and i go pick her up) and i plan on drinking my weight in sangria. i was pregnant last new year's and fell asleep before the ball dropped, i want to make up for a little bit of what i missed last year. :) so..... HAPPY NEW YEAR'S Y'ALL!

po' baby.

shots. suck.


but all mom's know that.


yesterday she only had to have two, but she acted like she was dying this time. last time it was just a few tears, a boob in her mouth, and the world was right again. this time she cried, then escalated it to a scream, and shot me the most horrible, accusing look a baby could possibly give you. it was like she was thinking "WHY the fark did you let them do this to me mom?!?!" i felt so bad. and it took much much longer to calm her down this time. boob magic didn't even solve the problem right away. you know what did solve the problem?


dad.


crap. she's developing DGS (Daddy's Girl Syndrome) already. i need a mama's boy. because here pretty quick, i'm going to be "just mommy".

i'm etsy famous y'all.

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=35822962

we were just too beautiful to NOT to put on the interwebz.

::dies laughing::

23 years ago...

i was born!

a friend of mine, the glorious Shan from http://the818.com, gave me this. i'm only slightly disappointed she's not trying to have sekz with me. le sigh.

oh, and i had to remind dh to tell me happy birthday before i left for work this morning. ha.

today is dragging ass like none other.

i just looked at the clock. it's only noon. someone. help me. i might go insane.

::headdesk x a fafillion::

on another note, i think i finished shopping for the wedding/rehearsal dinner next month.

p.s.
22 days.

hokay. so now you all know that i suck at keeping up with a blog.

but you'll forgive me, right? how about if i include a craptastic, cell phone quality, but oh so cute pic of DD?

ok, so now that you've forgiven me, we can move on. we made an offer on a house, and it was accepted, so we are halfway there. well, sometimes i am pessimistic, and we haven't sold our house yet, so i feel that we are 1/3 of the way there. but whatever. someone, buy my house?

anywho- WE ARE GOING TO TEXAS FOR CHRISTMAS!!! i booked the hotel today, and i am so excited, i could just pee. but i won't. because that's just not sanitary. the hubs is in a wedding in dallas on the 19th, and after that's all said and done, i am going for drinks with my bestie from college (hi katie!) and then we are going to abilene for the holidays with the fam. i am so excited to show my kid to everyone. and maybe my family will give dh shit about having another baby... somewhere down the line. because come on, she's way too cute for us to stop now, right?

we have family pictures tomorrow, so you can bet your sweet little tush i will AW'ing the hell out of them once i get them back. and i have been slacking on using the camera, but i have a feeling there will be picture overload in a few days, what with chopping down our Christmas tree, dh going duck hunting, blahblahblah.

my new house.

::snicker::

yeah, i wish. this weekend we went to the "christening" of A Cowboy's Dream ( http:://cowboysdream.com )... and i fell in love. i want to live there SO badly. if i had 12 million (yes, 12 million) to drop on a house, i would copy this to the t. the food was amazing, there was proscuitto wrapped aspargus, prime rib, ranch beans, crab stuffed mushrooms, sweet potatoes and marshmallows, cornbread... oh i could go on and on. it was DELICIOUS. i think i ate my weight in rare cow. the very best part?

there was an OPEN BAR.

you know i took advantage of that shit. and i got intoxicated enough to leave containers of pumped milk on the counter labeled "DO NOT USE", enough to post on a message board and not reeaaallllly remember doing it, enough to pass out in my contacts. i had a damn good time. and there were pretty cowboys in chaps running around, i thought i was a pool shark, and i hugged the old man bartender. he made a damn good bloody mary, and it deserved a hug by God.

this is the only decent picture i managed before someone saw my "professional looking" camera and said no mas.

size 4's.

i never ever thought i would wear size 4's again in my LIFE.

i bought two pairs of 4's at express yesterday.

::commence dancing::

so. i nearly died yesterday.

yesterday we drove the piece of shit truck to vegas, hoping to trade it in for a car, but we didn't find anything we liked, so we had to drive the damn thing home again. we seriously were about THISCLOSE to getting in a head on collision on the highway. dh went to pass, and when he got over, someone without their lights on flipped them on, and they were close, so dh went to get back behind the guy we were trying to pass, and the dumbass slams on HIS brakes. so we were skidding on our tires, trying to stop, the guy next to us wouldn't get the hell out of our way, so it was either hit him, drive off the rode, or smash the guy coming straight for us. finally dh gunned it (thank you beater pos for not quitting on us right then!) and got in front of the dumbass. and it messed some shit up on the truck. but we made it home. i have never been so scared in my life. we were going 70, me in no seat belt (because it is broken, not because i'm an idiot who doesn't wear her seat belt), DD in the carseat on the benchseat (no backseat.) i cried afterwards. ugh.

oh, i forgot to tell you.

i talked my uncle out of buying the tacky crushed velvet and leopard print dress.

::does touchdown dance::

p.s.
he was going to spend $70 on it. seriously.

home sweet home?

i think we found our lot this weekend... it's a little over an acre, right underneath the beautimous Ruby Mountains, right where i will freeze my ass off in the cold cold winters. as long as the contractor doesn't come back with an estimate that is 10k over the original estimate, we will be putting an offer in on it this week! now if we could only sell our house here, life would be perfectly spectacular. anyone want a little old house in BFE, NV?

the lot, the road, and THE VIEW.

DD's first trip into the mountains.

it was such a pretty day saturday, we decided to go use the 4 wheel drive on my pickup, and headed up into the mountains. and it was the perfect opprotunity for DD to wear her camoflage outfit, don't you know. and yes, that's a mossy oak hairbow. sorry if i scare you with my no-makeup-face. and if i scared you with my no-makeup-face, here's my husband. he's hot enough to make it up to you.
we saw some mountain bluebirds, the state bird...

some gambel's quail...

about 500 of these...

and a really pretty sunset.

it was a pretty good day.

the hubz finally got peed on.

this morning he was leaving before me and taking my truck, and since we didn't want to mess with the car seat base, he took DD to the sitter... i had just fed her, and i was still laying in bed, so i handed her to him and he was in the middle of changing her, when i hear "ew ew ew ew ew EWWW! she PEED!!!"

y'all, i don't think i have laughed that hard in a long time. my huz, the man who performs necropsies on old dead animals as part of his job description, can't handle a little baby pee. he was standing there, a diaper in one hand, a wipe in the other, just staring at her in her wet jammies. he was holding his pinkie finger out all prissy like too, because "there's PEE on it!" lmfao.

so i saved the day, mopped up the pee and changed her clothes, so he could go disinfect his poor peed on finger. gawd.