Friday, August 31, 2007
LIke Dorothy says...
There's no place like home.
We have returned. The basement is totally gutted. We are waiting for the FEMA representative to arrive. We have to unpack, and then decide if we are going right out to buy a washer and a dryer.
Good times, people. Good times.
More later after FEMA tells us they have no money for us.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Things I never thought I would learn (or have to l...
Just a litte update
Dear Nationwide Flood Insurance Department
Wish you were here
I love the smell of river water at 4 am
Those dreams again
As if he could endear himself ANYmore to me
Those phone calls you hate getting ... and a phone...
It's like they are speaking to me, man