It’s way too sad in the world right now. So I thought I’d cheer you guys up a bit with a little movie of my daughter “dancing”. I had to turn her around because she’s much too aware of the camera nowadays as you shall see. (And please ignore how messy my room is right now!)

The internet is in a funk today.

Sorry ladies. I didn’t know it was contagious. :(

Our cabinets are coming September 28!!!!

Our cabinets are coming September 28!!!!

Did I mention our cabinets are coming September 28?????

Yippee!!!!!!!!!

Watching CNN’s coverage of the hurricane aftermath, the numbers are mindboggling. They estimate one MILLION people to be homeless. That is almost unfathomable. One guest said they expect that they will have to build a refugee camp for these people who have no homes and no jobs and no way to take care of themselves. Those words startled me. A refugee camp? That happens in third world countries. Not here. This is the United States of America. A refugee camp????? My problems seem as insignifcant as drop of water in the ocean right now. And still the saddest part is that so many of the people that have been affected already had next to nothing. Now they have less than nothing. And I wonder if people will respond to them as they responded to the victims of the tsunami. Will the celebrities be as giving of their time and money to the citizens of their own country as they were (and rightly so) to those in a faraway place who don’t come from the land of privilege like we do? I just wonder. What is that old saying? Charity starts at home. We shall see. We shall see.

You know, all the problems I was whining about the other day seem really insignificant and, well, whiny in light of what the people of Louisiana and Mississippi are going through right now. (Read on …)

So this week Mike is working triple-double-quadruple overtime on his handyman stuff because 1) he wants to get everything that’s backed up done before we go on vacation and 2) he wants to have money for us to go on vacation. Both noble endeavors I would say. Although we aren’t seeing too much of him this week. But then we will be seeing him like every minute of every day while we are on vacation so I suppose that will make up for it.

I made the hotel reservations last night even though Mike thought the hotel was a little expensive (which really it is not but he didn’t do all the research like I did), but then he decided that since the hotel was going to be the biggest expense one way or the other, we may as well stay at a nice hotel rather than, you know COMFORT INN or MOTEL 6 like we usually stay at. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course.) :P And at this hotel? We are staying in a “mini-suite” with a refrigerator and a microwave and a sofa bed and a pillow top mattress and WIRELESS INTERNET IN EVERY ROOM. What? You thought you were going to get rid of me next week? HA! Not that I will actually have time to spend on the wireless internet, but it’s there if I want to use it! And I can upload pictures to flickr and all those fun things. So there.

Oh, and also, when I made the reservation, it had the option of adding a crib to the room. Which I didn’t do. But I could email or call them and ask them to add it. But we were just planning on taking her pack n play with us and letting her sleep in that. What do you think seasoned mothers/travelers? Should I reserve the crib? Or just use the pack n play? It’s only three nights after all.

And we are going to Sea World to see SHAMU! and what do you want to bet that her first word will be SHAMU!? Because that would just be priceless. And annoying too. I hope she likes SHAMU! and the splashing water doesn’t scare her or anything. Because, seriously, you can’t go to San Diego and not see SHAMU! can you?

And we get to see Mr. Syndromes! Yay! :D

I keep singing that Go-Go’s song in my head:

Vacation all I ever wanted
Vacation have to get away
Vacation meant to be spent alone [but NOT]

What?

Originally uploaded by kmrg.

I haven’t posted any pics of baby girl lately, so I thought I’d share this one that I took this morning. She’s definitely a little character!

Baby Girl just got hold of the remote control for the television. She speed scrolled through 500 channels. And stopped on Pay Per View:

“SORORITY ROW PNTY (2002)
Sexy college coeds lose their lingerie to cunning campus bandits.”

And what does it mean that after I took the remote control away, she reached for the book I read her today called “Fireman Small”?

Should I be concerned about this????

First of all, my prayers and thoughts are with any of you in the path of Hurricane Katrina. I hope all of you who need to be out are out and those of you that are there are safe.

Now then, let’s talk about the weather here. Specifically the part where the high temperature for today is forecast to be anywhere between 110 and 117. Okay, see this is wrong. Mother Nature is smoking crack, because those temperatures are supposed to be in June and July, not in August. August is supposed to be about humidity and thunderstorms and heat, yes, but not usually over 105 or so. The average temperature for August is 103, and in fact, August is (on average) the wettest month of the year. So what’s up with the record highs? Bring back the monsoon, I say. Ugh.

This is making me really look forward to San Diego next week even more. San Diego, where the average temperature for September is 71. That would be 40 degrees difference for those of you who don’t want to do the math, or 30 if we’re having normal temperatures for August/September. Oh yeah, I’m ready.

Okay, ladies, you know and I know that at certain times in our lives (like once a month to be precise) we gain weight. But then it goes away again very nicely. Or at least some of it does. And so in the past day and a half I have lost five pounds. Poof! So, yeah that’s a plus. It’s been oh, let’s see….well over a year since I had to deal with that, so I guess I just sort of forgot all about it! Whether I’m back on “schedule” remains to be seen. Oh the joy. (I’m thinking that could explain a little of the funk as well. Stupid hormones!)

Okay crazy is relative, but we did go and run some errands - like going to Lowe’s (where we were told we had a beautiful serene baby :D) to buy quarts of paint to test out on the walls of the kitchen, and to the grocery store (where the serene baby slept in her stroller the entire time we were there :D). Shopping during nap time is a good thing.

Today, I slapped a little paint on the walls to see if I like it. And….the jury is still out. The “light” color I picked for the living room is still a little too dark, so we’ll have to go to the lightest shade for that one - just a hint of color really. The kitchen - not so sure. I like the darker shade the best, but it’s too dark. The next shade lighter is just not doing it for me. Grr. So we are probably going to have to go with another color palette all together. Ugh. I hate picking out paint!!!!

For the music room since it’s attached to the great room, it needs to be a color that will compliment or coordinate with the great room colors. I really want a nice rich bright color, but yet I don’t. Does that make sense? lol I want it to be rich and bright, but I don’t want it smack me in the face. So, my thought is, I want to do a wash of a beautiful rich color. What color? I DON’T KNOW! Argh!!!

As I’m typing this sitting here staring at the paint, I have had some thoughts. So I’m going to go experiment with sponging the dark color on white and on the lightest color we have. I will report back later.

Update: With the sponge we found the exact perfect color that I wanted. We couldn’t come up with the exact technique we want to use yet, though. We’re pretty sure we’re going to have to get a glaze to mix with it, and hubby thinks he will have to do a better base coat than what is on there at the minute. But hurray! Progress!

Today is Clean Your Daughter’s High Chair Because It Is About to Walk Off On Its Own and/or Evolve Into Its Own Species Day.

Pray for me.

It’s official, because if my husband notices it and/or agrees with me when I say it, then it must be pretty obvious, because he can be fairly clueless about these things. But, there it is. Using his words, I’m in a funk.

I can attribute it to a LOT of things, but not one of them is postpartum depression, so don’t even go there. In fact, if it wasn’t for the baby, I may have lost my mind already. (Read on …)

I had a really weird dream this morning (You know the kind you have after you’ve been awake for a little while and then drift back off to sleep? That kind). I only remember a little of it, but what I remember was pretty bizarre.

For some reason John McCain and his wife (who was dressed like Barbara Bush but looked and sounded like she-who-shall-not-be-named) were coming over to our house. I can’t recall the reason. Anyway, they were very excited to see the baby. And for some reason the baby was on the bed in the guest bedroom (of some house I’ve never seen before because it was fully decorated and spotless) and John McCain went in there to change shirts or shoes or some such nonsense. Then the dog dragged the baby off the bed but it was okay because there was soft carpet for her to land on. And John McCain never noticed the dog was dragging the baby off the bed while he was doing whatever it was that he was doing. I remember picking the baby up and comforting her, and that’s all I remember of that.

I understand the baby getting pulled off the bed part. Obviously I’m afraid of the baby falling off the bed. But I totally don’t get the John McCain and she-who-shall-not-be-named part.

(Read on …)