Hanging in there

We have been running lately, we are so busy our heads are spinning. We spent this last long weekend at the Rogue river in a beautiful house recently purchased by my grandparents for our whole family to enjoy. We certainly did enjoy it. The river is beautiful and the view really is amazing-wow. We didn't catch any fish though--apparently the trout didn't have a taste for the princess bait I chose (hot pink glittery marshmallows) whodaknew? The girls had a great time though, and Maggie only fell in and floated down river once. (don't worry, Alan got her, but it's scary seeing them do the dead man float) One of the days we decided to take a drive to Galice, which is a spot on the road you can rent rafts and they have a restaurant where you can over look the river. Alan and I had been there lots of times when we were in high school and would go on day trips rafting, and thought it would be a nice drive and a good (garden)burger. We sit down to have lunch, and I spy a friend from college that I haven't seen in 10 years! It was so weird-let me tell you--this place is tiny, down a long winding road and not by anything. SO that was fun. (and strange) We also finally made it to Winston to see my friend Jeff's house. He bought it about a year ago, and we had never been there before, cute house, and a great guest room--the girls loved it. The drive was a bit long and hard, but the weather was perfect and the girls really did a good job, so we survived. (the car DVD player is my favorite invention--nevermind that they watched TV for 5 hours straight, and were cross eyed and drooling when we finally got there)
Then we got home, checked the email, and got our new house plan and proposal--it looks great, with the exception of a few small changes, but has me crazy because we only have 2 weekends to move into the garage-yikes. I've been having crazy mood swings from really excited about picking out light fixtures, to scared about being poor, to nervous about being homeless, back to excited that our house is getting fixed and will be custom,l and also a bit of relief to think that we can get it started so it can just be over sooner. Oh yeah-of course anxiety over packing and the big move---and my mom is nowhere to be found. She is off gallivanting around England-whatever. When she FINALLY gets back, I'm going to be a garage dweller already. I'm am going to forward her the therapy bill for being gone when I am seriously contemplating a nervous breakdown! (seriously-ENGLAND??)
Also, the kittens are getting big (remember the kittens???) and pooping on my porch, and I want to kick them. SO far, they are quick (and maybe smart too), and I haven't made contact. I am trying to get rid of them now, but they are boys, and everybody wants baby girl cats. Please, is there even a difference? Except for the one major high point that I can see, and that is that they won't get knocked up and have kittens on your porch! We still have 3 of them-maybe it's my add, touting all natural/organic kittens (with a few fleas and ear mites) that have never been exposed to harsh chemicals or sprays.
Anyway, to the main reason I decided to post today.........we went to the doctor and Layla got hooked up to a continuous glucose monitor that she will have to wear for 3 days-straight, even at night and in the shower. This thing is really big, and the piece that is stuck in her is big, and she's grumpy and cranky and mad. (and I'm hormonal and stressed, and almost homeless) And it has a HUGE piece of tape that is pulling her skin and making her yell and yank on it, and I'm afraid she's going to dislodge it and make this whole ordeal null and void. Anyway, pray for us...(my grandma already is, I told her this weekend that we'd most likely vote democrat in the next election, and now I'm on her prayer chain) we have a tough bit right now, and directly ahead. We'll pull through--as if there's options right? But it's going to be hard, especially for me. So think of me often, and then buy me dark chocolate and invite me over to play at your house. And then, babysit my kids and let me eat my chocolate in peace while I raid your wine rack. (or whatever) I better go. I hope it's gray and rainy in England, and that the food is mushy and overpriced.

hahahaha--it is!!! See, God loves me.

until next time-j