Surprisingly, I’m not having bad withdraws. I suppose the worst is over; other than checking e-mail here and there and being a little put off that I missed out on something not terribly important, the whole internet-free-life-thing is really not that aggrivating.
It’s been raining non-stop here the past 3 months. True story, no lie.
Caleb’s company is jacking with everyone’s salary…so the stress level in our house is at an all-time high.
Cheyenne has been in California for the past 2 weeks–we are picking her up at the airport tomorrow. It’ll be good to have her back. Let’s hope she hasn’t permanently picked up any bad habits. Patience levels in our house are at an all-time low.
Mia will be 3 in less than a month and she is getting the most out of the precious last days as a two year old. It’s like she woke up this week and said, "Hey! Wait! I haven’t even begun to be bad! I need more time!"
Again with the patience levels.
I completed phase 1 of my genius plan to calligraphically take over the world, or at least the south OKC area. I dropped of a mini-portfolio at an invitation store, and I have several more waiting to be delivered to various locations around town. I suprised myself with this; I didn’t think I had the guts. Apparently I was wrong. I still have yet to get any calls…so we’ll see.
No pregnancies to report–and I’m tired of trying. No really. I’m worn slap out.
I’m at the library and I’m uneasy spending more than a few minutes on the computer. I’m out again for now, for a while.