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.

reason #53. exhibit A.

i make pretty babies. here's proof.
now would someone please explain to my husband that i need more than one? that the baby i made is so darn cute that it would be a crime to NOT share more of my genes with the world? thank you. because he needs to understand.

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?

happy new year's!

this was preeeeeeetty much me on new years eve...

i had fun. :)

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!