The Last Chapter

I hate when I get to the last chapter of a book. It is so sad to think the I'm almost done. I just finished a book last night. It was a book that I wasn't even planning on reading. I got it in the mail one day as a free gift from Steeple Hill publishers. I would have never bought it if I saw it in the book store but I figured I have nothing else to read so I might as well see how it is. Well, I was caught up in it immediately.
The book is called "A Mckaslin Homecoming" based in Montana. It is a wholesome heartwarming insprational romance. A 22 year old girl was taken away from her family by her mother when she was only 2 years old. As she grew up her mother told her she had no family and her father didn't want her. Turns out that her mother was lying to her, her whole life. The girl, Lauren's, long last grandmother contacted her and invited her home to meet her 3 older sisters, 1 one brother, and 2 step-sister's, her father and his new wife. She had a huge family that she didn't even know about. They all accepted her with open arms and loved her immediately, except her brother, Spence. Oh, of course she fell in love while she was there with a neighbor/family friend. Everything she had been looking for her whole life was right there in Montana.
It was such a good book. An easy read without too many details or main characters. And it was nice and short 240 pages. It was a nice weekend read!
Now thanks to my friend I have 4 more books to read! I'll let you know how they go.

What to do...

I have no idea what I feel like doing today. I know I should go to the gym but I just don't feel like it. So if I go I'm not going to get a good workout in because I really don't feel like being there. I like to go so Sweat Pea can go to daycare and play with other kids but is that a good enough reason to go?
Hubby asked me to go to Home Depot, my favorite store, NOT! I could do that this morning, wait until after nap time, or wait until he gets home from work and it will give us something to do after dinner.
It is just one of those days. I guess it because it has been such a long week or maybe because it is gloomy outside. I just don't have any umph! So if you have extra umph today please send it my way!
Happy Friday!

Step-Monster

Yes, I have a Step-Monster. I don't even give her the satisfaction of calling her that or step-mother or anything except My Dad's Wife. Mostly because I'm a grown women and I don't need a mother figure. She calls herself our Bonus Mom. She is far from that. For me to even use the word "Mom" you have to deserve it and earn it. She doesn't deserve it or hasn't even come close to earning it. She is such a self-centered drama queen. I swear she lives on drama, if there wasn't drama in her life I think she would shrivel up and die.
I moved into my new house 5 months ago. She didn't even acknowledge it. She didn't even congratulate us, send us a card, call us, even ask how are we settling in, or offer to help or watch the little one to make it easier for us. Finally about 2 months ago I said something to my Dad about it. He came out and told me that she is jealous of my sister's and my success. Her son isn't able to pay his mortgage so he has to sell his condo and she can't come to my house because she will be a downer because she is so devastated over her son. Well as a parent you have to be able to suck it up and be happy for your husband's children. My Dad will do anything for her kids, he even give her son money to put down on the condo.
About a month ago my Dad and his wife stopped by. I was shocked. He must of dragged her here kicking and screaming. She didn't even say anything about the house, not one word, she didn't even ask for a tour. Ugghhh! They stayed for about 10 minutes then left. Fine who cares.
Then I had a Memorial Day BBQ I invited all of my hubby's family, my sister, Dad, and of course my Dad's wife and her kids. None of them showed up not even my Dad's wife! What a B*TCH! She sent my Dad down with pasta salad. I felt like driving to her house and throwing it in her face! How rude!
So now I have to worry that any holiday, birthday party or any family function I have at my house she won't come. Which is fine by me, but I feel so bad for my Dad. He deserves so much better. He deserves someone who will enjoy life just as much as he does.
I got an email from her daughter yesterday apologizing for not getting back to me earlier but she was up state that weekend visiting her Dad. That is fine. I wrote back saying that I hope she enjoyed her weekend with her Dad. Then I couldn't help myself I wrote "Your brother, Mother and you were all missed at my BBQ". I just couldn't help it I had to throw it a dig and let her know that her Mother didn't come. It made me feel a little better.

World Wide Wrestling

My little one is 18 months old, 24 pounds, and 32 inches tall. So she is average for her age. She is on an antibiotic for the first time in her short little life for a sinus infection. Let me tell you when it comes time to give her the medicine she does not seem so small, it is like wrestling a grown person on the kitchen floor. She is freakin' strong, even my co-worker called her a beast yesterday. She can wiggle out of any hold, push my hands away and use her legs as leverage on the floor all at once. She turns into the Hulk. I have all my windows opened and I'm afraid if any neighbor hears us or sees us wrestling on the floor they will call child protective services! The more she wrestles with me the more I laugh. So that means I'm getting weaker with laughter and she is getting stronger because she is getting pissed at me for laughing. Wish me luck, we have 16 doses left (2 times a day for 8 more days)!

Tell Me Everything...

I swear I have a sign on my forehead that says "Tell Me Everything"! Why does everyone feel the need to tell me their secrets and innermost thoughts? Of course it always starts with "Please don't tell anyone" or "Please don't repeat this". I don't know what it is about me, maybe I just have a trusting face. Who knows but, geez I'm about to blow with everyone else's secrets. I even have my neighbors who I really don't know telling me things. I can't even write about what people tell me just in case someone comes across my blog. So when someone tells you "Please don't tell anyone" does that mean your husband of significant other too? Or is it a know fact that you will tell your other and the person who is telling you their deep secrets should know that? I just think it is so funny every time I go for a walk, or run into someone at the store I get gossip. I think my tombstone should say "I'm Going To Be Here For Awhile Tell Me Everything"!

Let there be Grass

Finally, after 5 months of living here we got raked and seeded today! Whoo-hoo! No more mud and dirt! Now let's hope that the grass will grow. I see a lot of water and sprinklers in my future! Hopefully I'll have better like than KC did with the sprinklers!

Can you see me now?

Ughhhhh! I went to the eye doctor tonight to get a quick contact lens check. Well quick it wasn't! 45 freakin' minutes! First the nurse or whatever she was took me back, then after waiting 20 minutes the doctor came in, and then I had to wait to order my lenses and pay. Finally I stood up and just blurted out "I have to go, I have been here for 45 minutes and I was told it was going to be a quick visit". I interrupted the receptionist helping another patient and was a complete b*itch! The thing is I really don't care. I'm so tired of waiting around being polite and not standing up for myself! So there eye doctor's office how do you like me now?!