CAUTION: Woman In Progress

I had the most wonderful dream last night. It was the kind of dream that you're actually disappointed when you wake up. Ever had one of those? It's rare for me but last night's was...well.... I dreamed that Paw-Paw Joe was back with us. We were all crowded in this big banquet hall (that I'd never seen before) and were having some sort of family reunion. I was standing around talking with my sisters, gathering things from the kitchen--you know, busy work--when all of a sudden there he was, just standing in front of me wearing a pale violet button down and khakis. (Don't know where either of those items came from because he'd never worn either in his life. He was a white or blue button down with black slacks kindda guy.) I turned to him and when I realized who it was my heart just swelled up to bursting and I reached for him and hugged him so hard that he laughed and teased me about it. I cried all over him and when he tried to pull away I just pulled him bac...

So yeah. I took off early Friday to make up for some Saturday hours I was having to work. Here's what my afternoon looked like... Efan I played at their house until time to pick Lyssa up from school. Then it was off to the fro-yo place for coffee and white chocolate (for me and Lyssa) and chocolate and dulce de leche (for Efan and Sis2). Then it was watching the fish in the pond in front of the shopping center. They're fascinated by them. Then it was back to their house to play on the swings and ride bikes. Didn't get pics of that, though. Was too busy playing. :) Fridays with kids are even happier than usual Fridays.

So...other news in my life. After yesterday's Weekend Review Rambler, I feel I need to dig deeper and talk about other stuff that's going on in JanaLand. In light of the fact that I'm hardly even awake right now (It's 8:07am when I'm starting this) I'm going to do an all day check-in-as-I-think-of-it post. Cool? Cool. Or whatever. ~8:08AM: My knees have both been feeling a lot better lately. I still have trouble with some stiffness if I've been sitting too long but for the most part they don't hurt all the time. I can get up and down from chairs without crying/groaning or praying for death. Good news, right? Right. BUT...(you knew there'd be a "but") now it's my foot that hurts all the time. *sigh* So ya'll know I'm all flat footed. No arch, whatsoever. And, unrelated to the foot pain, I recently learned that the way I walk (feet turned outward) is called "Duck Toed." That was a new on me, ya'll. I've hea...

To be as busy as I've been, there isn't a whole heckovalot to report on. Honestly, I don't know where all my time goes. It's like, I get up in the morning and come to work and then POOF! It's bed time! I hardly remember one day from the next. Except for one day last week that I'm still recovering from. *shudders* I'm on the committee that hosts our student assistant appreciation luncheon. Second year in a row we've hosted one and it wasn't any easier this year. I came in to work last Thursday and sat for maybe all of two minutes before I was dragged out to ice down coolers, set up and decorate tables, collect food, put out food, clean up food. There was perhaps an hour in there that I got to actually sit down and eat food but by then the damage to my poor feet, legs and knees was done. *sigh* I was so tired that I was almost too tired to walk to the car at 4pm to go home. lol But the "kids" were appreciative and since they work so hard f...

Ack! I did not mean to desert ya'll last week. Just...Ugh. Life and work and PMS got in the way. Fingers crossed that I'll be back tomorrow for a little weekend review and some life updates. Not that I have much to update on life. But whatever. I'll come back to ramble some nonsense anyway. Until tomorrow...

Okay, so I've had my cry for the day. My favorite line? You're lovely even with your scars. Just give a listen.

So apparently I only know how to photobomb with my tongue out? Anyway, this was taken at my birthday "party" a few weeks ago. Mama is just now getting the pictures to me, which, really for it to have been  my party, there are so very few photos of me in there. What's up with that ? Huh, Ma? Oh, and sorry it's blurry. Mama only takes photos with her iPhone now and blurry seems to be its MO. iPhone's are ruining photography. But we'll always have photobombs.

So lately I've been so darned busy/lazy--if not physically, then mentally if that makes any sense at all--that a few things happened that I didn't have time to blog about. I'm lucky I got to Easter before the 4th of July. haha Last week I... ~had to bring my car in for repairs. Again. *sigh/sob* Fortunately, it wasn't the alternator as I'd diagnosed it. Instead it was a blown fuse, a faulty wire and a weak battery. Yay. Still cost me a couple hundred smackers but it could have been worse. Honestly, though? I'm just glad to have my stereo back. :-D Oh yeah. That was the really fun part. The stereo had gone completely dark and silent. As had the interior lights. But who cares about lights when I can't rock out to Miranda Lambert on the way to town/work? Do you know how boring a 45 minute drive is without some beats blasting from my speakers? Let me tell you. It is SUPER boring. For reelz. Plus, when the radio's not blaring you have to hear all sorts ...

Sunday while we were at Granny's for Easter, Efan I were in the living room alone playing and being shy. As you may recall, Granny has a Boston Terrier (that I once mistakenly identified as a Pug before I knew better) named Penny who she adores and has thus collected a lot of Boston Terrier themed paraphernalia. One such BT themed item, is a ceramic painted plaque depicting a "Penny" jumping over the moon. Efan and I were snuggled up on the chair next to the table where the plaque is displayed and he studied the plaque for a while, marveling over the fact that Penny is jumping over the moon. He looks at me, serious as can be and says, "It's not real, though." I agreed that no, it wasn't real to which he responded, "Dogs don't jump over the moon, only cows do that." :-D

So this week has been craptasticly busy. I won't even begin to get into it because, who has time? Also, who the heck cares? Anyway, Easter happened last weekend. It was cold. It was wet. It was still fun. Mostly because of these guys... Also, my mother does not know what "photobombing" is. Or she didn't until I explained it to her. Still not sure that she actually understands what the term means. But yeah, that's me, photobombing the kids' selfies--a term that I just learned. It's hard to keep up with all this newfangled lingo, ain't it? Anyhoo, instead of narrating my Easter (because who wants a play-by-play of that?) I'll just share the photos I took. The little princess. Ain't she perty? I have no photos of Emmy in her Easter clothes because she changed clothes as soon as we got home from church. Nana's got all the photos we made at church. :-/ I love this moment with Lyssa and Nana . They look so sweet. I hope one ...

Yeah, I know I said Easter pics today but...gah. Ran out of time. Instead, here's a funny parody of Taylor Swift's song, 22. I find the parody hillariously true. Love. It. Also, I know I'm 34 now but 32 was just a couple of years ago. ;-) Enjoy!

Room's not finished but here's the cabinets in action, thanks to the my dear ol' daddy. I'd been slowly working on piecing them together all last week. Between my bum knee and the fact that I lack any powerful tools (Daddy teases me about my "manly" tools) it took me all week just to get one cabinet put mostly together. Daddy had been sick with bronchitis, though, so I swore up and down I would not ask him to help. Plus, I hate asking for help. It's a single gal thing. Probably. And I didn't ask him. Friday morning, he just rode up on his white horse truck, anyway, and saved the day. As usual. It must be exhausting being such a hero. ;-) We spent probably an hour and half hanging doors, assembling the last cabinet and cracking jokes about how unfair it was that it took me a WEEK to get one cabinet put together and it took him twenty minutes with his powerful cordless screwdriver to do the other. I marvel at how awesome it must be to be a ma...