Slacker Packer

We are moving in a month. So far I've packed a bit of the kitchen, some books, some photos, and the family games. Every day I wake up and plan to continue packing and every day concludes with no more packing completed. I seriously need to get my butt in gear. I wish I could hire professional packers and kick back and relax. Well, that IS what I've been doing but if I did it that way, shit would actually be getting done...

Little Lovelies

Just listed these little lovelies today. Somehow they had fallen through the cracks during the "separation". Well, they are here now! Phew!

Now time to move on to the packing and wrapping and packing and ugh. Procrastination is so much more fun...

Country Girl

We're moving to the country! The time has come for us to say goodbye to my hometown. I am a product of this city and its school system. But I graduated high school in 1996 and a lot has changed since then. My girls should have better. So we sold our house, found a new one and everyone is set to close in November. My head is spinning with questions like, what do I pack first, which movers do I call, how do you coordinate two closings and moving in one day?????? No wonder I am getting no rest!

Goodbye

...and he's gone. Gone home to be with his little sister Louise...

Weep Not for Me,
In Memory of a Beloved Cat

Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my souls at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.

Constance Jenkins, c. 1992 All Rights Reserved

Langley Shenard Wallingford Woodward

The cat is not doing well. I've noticed a change in him since last week (after he attacked my 2.5 year old niece, so I thought he was still well at that time). But yesterday and today it looks like he is trying hard to breathe and he's not climbing the stairs and he just doesn't look "right". The man is taking him to the vet when he gets home from work and my stomach is in knots. Langley and I have had a troubled relationship from the word go with him being inbred and extrememly vicious and all. BUT my heart is breaking for him as I think this may be the end of the road...

Everyday is like Christmas

The girl is turning three on Monday. She has become a "kid" and is no longer a "baby". I miss her when she was small. While it's exciting to watch her grow and learn (and hear the stuff that comes out of her mouth!) -it's really bittersweet because those baby days for her are gone and they'll never return. I remember thinking when I first had her that every day was like Christmas. Every day was so exciting. I enjoyed being her mother so much I looked forward to the next morning which would bring with it my next day with her. Since then, we've had another baby, plan to have more babies and she's grown up. (Though she'll always be my little peanut.) I'll always remember the first time I held her, nursed her, became a mother. And I will try harder to remember, as time goes on, and days get busier and more challenging, that every day with these kids really is like Christmas.


the girl on her birth day


the girl coloring out front last week