As I started to surf this morning letters were missing.  First it was just an occasional one, and then capital letters, and then 3/4's of the way through my blog I just plain couldn't type. 

Good hint that it might be time to update Norton. 

Rebooted 3x.   Ran Norton,  Ran ScanDisc for errors  (found many Oy!)   No virus'.   But ran Spybot (big suprise there was spyware its gone)   And it appears I can type again.  

I'm actually suspecting it was ScanDisc that cured it.   My kids have been using the computer lately........

I hate sharing. 

Dell is advertising $399 for a puter right now....oh is it tempting to get one so I don't have to share!!!

Its the day before payday.

And oh my does it look like it.  NO eggs,  No sugar, No jam.    Wooo its a good thing pay day cometh.

But in the meantime lunch got creative.  Phew found some processed cheeze....and the last ten slices of bread for lunch.

Now for creative dinner.....

I think there's still french fries.  Oh there's a fair amount of meat in the freezer don't get me wrong, just looking for "kid" fare as Rob works tonight.   I may actually have to cook real food.....

And the depression won in my life for about 30 minutes.  *sigh*  But I cried, and made myself drink 4 glasses of water, and it appears to have lifted.    

I *am* tackling the wall paper.  Actually my kids did a lions share.   Which was really quite funny.   "We're GOOD at tearing things!"  they announced loudly.   And giggled and sang this for over an hour.    I think they were even helpful.    I should have gone and found my camera....but I was still climbing out of the dark hole I was in.

Fascinatingly enough the wallpaper is backed with gunny sacks.   I managed to pull one off intact, and am going to frame it for a laundry room wall.  Its kinda cool.   Honey Dew Granulated Sugar.    I suppose I should keep a piece of the wallpaper too.......it was "kinda" cute.     In a 75 year old musty kinda way.  

I'm guessing 75.  I think it was put up in 1940.   That was the year the schoolhouse was sold to the grange.   At which time they added the lean-to.   Okay so that makes it 60.  *snicker*    The lean-to was the grange kitchen until 1968.      Which would explain the pepto bismal pink on the ceiling etc.  :-X   White is a GOOOOD color!!!

I suppose I shoulda taken before pictures.....but that would have required finding my camera.....  

I do have some OLD before pictures on a disc somewhere.    Somewhere being the operative word

Other then that life moves on....just not necessarily at the pace I would prefer. 

I'm rather ironic aren't I?

For 20 weeks of this pregnancy I whined "Please baby stay in."

Now I'm whining GET OUT OF THERE!

Never satisfied am I?

I really, really should go give the trampoline a try........

And today I'm at 39 weeks.   And no baby.  *growls*  

I am practicing a good attitude.   Its not the easiest job I've ever done.......Its rather a monumental task at this stage of my pregnancy.   And each time I start sinking beyond the depths of despair I get up and find another job to do.   At least things are getting organized. 

I have one more wall to remove wall paper from...I think I'll have DH move the freezer before he goes to work, and begin to tackle that.  Its something to do right?

Isn't it great when God confirms a decision you made?   I was delighted anyhow.   I'm working very hard at reading a Proverbs a day...todays was Proverbs 9:          "He who corrects a scoffer gets dishonor for himself, And he who reproves a wicked man {gets} insults ^F1for himself. 8 Do ^R not reprove a scoffer, or he will hate you, Reprove ^Ra wise man and he will love you. "9

A "Kaylinism"

"We don't know if the baby will be a boy or girl.  But we know for sure it will be a white-baby-person."

No the baby has NOT been born.   Much to my irritation.

I've just been very busy.  And found a life. 

A comment at xanga left me irritated.   At first it was funny, and then it was irritating, and so I took a break.    Sorry to disappear without notice.

And don't bother looking for the comment it wasn't on my site.  LOL

But.....

I found this on my church bulletin yesterday  morning, and it rather sums up things nicely about what I was thinking. 

"If there is no right or wrong, why is it wrong to teach Christianity?"

I mostly finished my paint project this weekend.  I have a few touch ups that I haven't even decided if I'm going to do or not.   Still contemplating how far I want to push the beautification of my "junk"/laundry.

This morning the kids and I are on a mission.  We are headed to go fill 5 boxes for Operation Christmas Child.   Each child will be purchasing the gifts for one....shoot I may get stuff to fill one as well.  *grin*  

Our church has been doing this for awhile, and every year I say we're going to, and then come up with excuses.  This year regardless of wether our budget can "truely" afford it, etc we are going to do this.   And then when we open our excess at Christmas, I can know that we helped a few other kids enjoy Christmas.....

I'm sorry for leaving the story's hanging on the boards.  I hope to get there this afternoon.   But no promises.   I'd really rather disappear for a week because I'm having a baby!!!!

In the final consensus....I found myself becoming violently political.

*giggles*

It was actually rather suprising.  (Do you feel better about me now Becky )   *snicker*

If one more person on the media last night had referred to Bush as this election finally making him "legitimate"   I think I woulda shot the tv.   Fortunately somebody I was chatting with last night agreed with me ROFL.

Did you know we had a illigetimate president for the last four years?  The media is so thick.

Morals DO matter.

It was THE only reason I voted for Bush.  I really woulda preferred for voting for Abraham Lincoln, or Reagan, or ya get the picture.   But as they weren't the option I chose Bush.  Because I don't believe in abortion, I don't believe in homosexual marriages, etc.   Apparently the majority of the voting public agrees with me.   So I breathe.

And pray for our country.

In another political debate....there's a small chance Washington state this very very liberal state I live in might *gasp*  actually get a Republican governor.   That race was actually more fun to watch then the presidential race.   Rossi is currently leading by 1,813 votes.    Its close.   First Gregoire would lead, and then Rossi.   Rather like a fast moving basketball game.  *snicker*      Intriguing.

I actually agreed with a Democrat on this.  He said the choice was much more clear on voting for this.    Rossi looks very good.   And has some strong opinions, ideas.   Gregoire...well she's just a LOT scarey.  LOL

And now I've completely bored ya all huh?  Tis okay.  Tis my blog I have the right to do that from time to time....just don't desert me.  I'm returning to the regular sccheduled program honest.

I did 6 more scrapbook pages while watching ABC's coverage of the election.    Was suprised I watched it so much.........didn't last time.   But something grabbed me, and I found myself praying.    I woke up at 4 in the morning praying.   God apparently needed something....

Its beautiful outside gorgeous.  And frickin' cold.  Too cold to send my kids out.   But sure is nice to look at from inside.

I had a revelation with Samuel yesterday.  And I think it will improve things with him and I greatly.   I was watching him move yesterday and realized that over half of the stuff he does frees him from the bully status.  Yeah, he knocks the kids over, hits them etc....but it really honestly is not on purpose.  He's completely oblivious of how his body works.     He quite literally doesn't see the kids in front of him.    I'm actually contemplating a eye apointment for him.  Several of his older siblings are quite far-sighted.     Mostly I think its just a boy thing. 

So I told him yesterday,  I know your not hurting people on purpose (although he does do that too occasionally)  but you need to be more aware what your body is doing when you move it.      We'll begin to work on this concept now that I've had this antiphany.

I think the prevacid is finally kicking back in with Rainee.  For the first day in two weeks she was actually reasonably sweet most of the day.   She has been such a bear.    We have also finally had to start working on her temper tantrums...as she's actually not been able to turn them off.    I think our consistency in that has helped some too.   All in all it was nice to have "sweet" Rainee back.

Now the drum roll please.

I hesitate to say this.      Its rather scarey.

Rainee slept without oxygen last night, and did not alarm once.    We have been weaning her off of it for several weeks.    We *think* that adding the singulair to her med regime for whatever reason has reduced her apnea to a "safe" level.  Oh please let it be.    I don't even dare to dream....and yet........I do.

a day. 

Another day.  I reached 38 weeks today.   Kaylin was born at 38 weeks.

Comme out come out wherever you are little one.

Oh I know where you are smooshing my bladder, rearranging my hips, and doing strange and wondrous things with my ribs!  COME OUT!

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I scrap-booked 6 pages for Jamari's book last night.  And actually enjoyed it.   

For those of you who've been reading a long time.  Jamari's adjustment to our household was a rough one.   (understatement)   And looking at those pictures of the days where he screamed for 8 hours straight, and refused to let me touch him...its not exactly fun.     And the grieving I did because he was so mal-adjusted.   etc.

So looking at the pictures just dredges it all up.  I still deal with some mild-attatchment issues with him. 

Anyhow I had a break-through last night and am choosing to use his scrapbook as a healing process and a honesty thing, rather then rainbow colored.    So as I journal it, I talk about how much he enjoyed having space to move after being locked in a 8x10 room for 5 months.   And how exhausted he made us as he trashed everything in the process.    Honesty, grief, and cute pictures.   Maybe it will help him as he grows....maybe its just helping me.      And I can actually see that he WAS cute.  

When a baby has been screaming for 8 hours its rather hard to remember.......

Anyhow it felt like success and I was quite proud of the pages I did.   And am looking forward to doing some more. 

And last night while waiting for DH to get home I happened to hit a scrapbooking show which I watched and has given me a couple new techniques to try tonight.  (this was after I'd done the 6 pages)

So gonna research the technique a bit.   And try it.  *grin*  And I'd tell you what it is.....but my pregnancy brain just swallowed the name.

Its the art of curling paper into designs.  Twilling?  Quilling.  ROFL

I am spending minutes every day remembering the names of my children....forget learning a new word.  

And you are?????

Pictures!

Well if xanga cooperates LOL

The corn maze was set up like the solar system.   We had to find each of the planets which then gave us clues as to where the check-points were.  If we found all the check-points and got a punch for them, then we each got a Sunny dollar.   The dollar could be exchanged for candy.    I spent most of my time trying not to get lost, but I did manage to snag this picture.     Rainee isn't in it, due to the fact she rode in the back-pack most of the day. 

She wasn't breathing well that day, and it was just easier.    Although I have to admit she didn't get much sympathy from Rob and I just as we were heading to the exit when she announced.  "I am very tired, I'm so tired."   She had after all worked so hard riding in the backpack! 

And the gang trick-or-treating.  Well okay all ready to go trick 'n treatin.   We invited My youngest sister to go with us, as she misses out on some of the "little" kid stuff.   Also gave us another set of eyes to watch kids.  (man we're devious)    The downtown area merchants did trick'n'treating on Saturday, as many of them are closed on Sunday.    So the kids had a lot of fun, and once again I got some good exercise.  LOL    It was actually kinda funny though.  We each had a "buddy" to watch.  Rob's buddy was Mari.   He and Mari are way too similar in personality.   They kept getting overwhelmed by the crowd, and would forget to walk.  BOTH of them.  We spent much of the day, waiting for them to wend their way through the group.  *snicker*      One-track-men/boys. 

No pictures of the Harvest Party.  Decided to just enjoy myself instead of bring the camera.

Although quite possibly a picture shoulda been taken of me playing Leap Frog with Zeria and Sam......

then again I think I'm glad I don't have a picture of that....*cackles madly*

Yup 37 week preggers lady played Leap Frog.   It was all rather terrifying.     All so I could get some raffle tickets.........

And no I didn't "jump"  I rather waddled over the kids.  *sniggers*     It entertained  my friends definitely......

This is a three-day-blog.    And it has to start out with a Zanzivou type moment.

Rob was cooking scrambled eggs and bacon this morning.  He took a bite of bacon that was "just" frying in the frying pan.   It burnt his lip.  He opened his mouth and dropped it out of his mouth....and landed on his foot burning his foot.   ROFL!   Nope, no sympathy from me.

*sarcasm oooooozes*  I am now a good Christian I have voted.   *sarcasm grows*   And as I voted for Bush, I suppose I get a extra jewel in my crown when I get to heaven.

I don't do political blogs.   But I will say this.  I don't believe that Bush is God's gift to the world.   But I do believe he's the lesser of the evils presented in this election.   And as one of my number one prioritys when voting is pro-life I'm stuck with the Bush option.        So I voted.    Do I get brownie points for that???

Sorry Rob and I were cracking apolitical jokes around the house all morning.  

The tooth-ache.   It is finally gone....I think.     My DH got me a emergency apointment at the dentist Friday.  There's NOTHING wrong with it as seen by x-ray.   The dentist suspected that my bite which got screwed up by my crown set it off.   So he screwed with that a bit.   After the pain started disappearing---due to the fact I didn't eat for almost 24 hours, except for broth.    I was able to start evaluating *what* caused it.

Well here's the deal, I had a "new" snack last week.  It was very very good.  Its raw walnuts fried in butter, splenda, and cinnamon.   Low carb, and high protein.  And nummy.   Well every time I ate it my teeth started hurting, but I just assumed it was time of day, or a sore tooth etc.   As I mentioned the walnuts Rob mentioned he can't eat them as they set his mouth off like he has a rash.     Wellllllllll the day the tooth hurt the most I had a small piece of walnut stuck between two teeth.  And it hurt like ghehenna.    It took everything in me to make myself floss it out.  Soooooooo  I think my mouth is allergic to walnut.      And I'm not really eager to experiment to see if I'm right.    I don't wish to repeat that much pain.

Every night this weekend I've gone to bed and had strong contractions.   But alas they stop about 4 am every morning.   Makes for one tired mommy.

We went to the corn maze Friday afternoon (when my tooth finally stopped hurting),  Saturday we went Trick-or-Treating downtown, and Sunday we went to our churches Harvest Party.   They were all a lot of fun.   We found all the check-points in the maze.  And I actually walked a mile and a half during the maze and survived to tell about it.  The longest I've walked since bedrest.  *cheeeeeeers*!     We know we walked this far thanks to the GPS unit.  *giggles*

I have pictures...not a lot.   But I have no patience to upload them, so I'll do that this afternoon.  

The Harvest Party was probably my favorite.   It was relaxing, and fun to visit with the church members.