Goodbye Condo . . .

The chapter is closed - we met the buyer at the settlement table - a 29 year old JAG - she is very sweet. We wished her the best of luck - signed a few papers and we were free. As usual - SS had to give me some material at closing. After walking us through the paper work and asking where we wanted the proceeds sent - before I could speak - he said enthusiastically "I have a deposit slip right here." Thank goodness I am comfortable being me - and he is used to it - because I blurted out - "Dude, What are you smoking? This money is not headed to the Joint Account - it is going into my personal account - can you say "post nuptial agreement?" Everyone laughed - and of course I know the money will be paying off the new doors we got at the house anyway - but can a sister dream she is rich for a few . . . .

kate spade says . . . .

you should write thank you notes within 3 days of receiving a gift - well i believe her - but she is not currently living my life. i want to say that i don't know where my stationery is - but that is a lie. so in an attempt to live with integrity - i will admit that i am just to damn tired to write them.

i have about 6 outstanding for lovely housewarming gifts that have been arriving - as well as a few pregancy related gifts - and finally a thank you for a wonderful dinner with The Dinkman & Miss J12.

Let me digress here and say that The Dinkman & Miss J12 are the most timely thank you note writers in the universe - my hats off to both of you!

Perhaps in 2029 when Little Magic goes to college - I will be timely with thank you notes again.

Busted, Moated, Hexed and Perplexed

I used to say this all the time when I was a kid - anyone out there know if I made it up?

Who knows why today at the ripe old age of 41 - it all came rushing back to me as my "new" favorite saying of the day. I got issues.

Speaking of issues have you visited The Dinkman yet? If you haven't you are missing some seriously good humor. Maybe all those Jimmy Choo's and the Kate Spade blow out was my farewell to the dinkside . . .

Who knows - but for the record I have not bought crocs yet - but of course that is because size 10 crocs are just not cute!

Checking-in

Came home from The Mothership on Friday evening - have to go back today. I have an 8am meeting tomorrow - and there are no planes or trains that promise to get me there on time for that - so I am leaving again tonight. I will be back on Wednesday - this is such a wacky month. I always have visions of August being so very mellow - but for the past couple of years it has been travel hell.

I remain tired - which is a good thing - because I am forcing myself to go to bed early and sleep late. But overall I am feeling good.

SS is working like a dog - we are moving our possessions out of the condo and over to the house - so each weekend day is about packing boxes and moving things in the car - the movers actually come a week from today - so we have alot to do this week . . . and next weekend.

Funny story to share in the next post about SS's quest for the perfect stroller - he is killing me - I can still see my feet - who is thinking about a stroller!!

Too Pooped To Party . .

Pregnancy = Exhaustion. It is all I can do to get out of the bed at 8:00 am - get to work by 9:30 a.m. Then after dreaming of my bed all day - I get home, eat dinner and then get back in bed by 10:00 p.m. I am sleeping like a log - so I have no complaints there - but I can't believe the lack of energy. This at 9 weeks - what I am going to feel like at 38 weeks . . .

I am headed to The Mothership tomorrow for the week - so there will be no blogging this week until Saturday the 18th. This may be a good thing - since I am too tired to be my normal witty, charming and gorgeous self!

Let me offer a shout out to JMiller819 - he is celebrating his 29th birthday again today!

Peace.

Miss K

I'm Back . . .

Back from Showcase 2007 - also known as the Creative Memories Annual Convention.

Betcha didn't know I own my own business - how else do you think a girl can afford granite counter tops and jimmy choo shoes . . . when she has a husband, a ginormous mortgage and a baby on the way!

Check out the link - I also have my own website - so drop me a line if you are interested in checking out the best in celebrating your memories - and I will send you the link.

You know that SS wouldn't allow me to link it to the blog - what if Big Brother found it and The Divine Miss K was outed . .

The coolest thing is that I am starting my own custom framing business - with little magic arriving in less than 32 weeks - I will have lots to frame.

More later - off to the j-o-b.

I'm Back . . .

Back from Showcase 2007 - also known as the Creative Memories Annual Convention. Betcha didn't know I own my own business - how else do you think a girl can afford granite counter tops and jimmy choo shoes . . . when she has a husband, a ginormous mortgage and a baby on the way! Check out the link - I also have my own website - so drop me a line if you are interested in checking out the best in celebrating your memories - and I will send you the link. You know that SS wouldn't allow me to link it to the blog - what if Big Brother found it and The Divine Miss K was outed . .

More later - off to the j-o-b.

Where to start . .

I got so much blogging material today - SS was like a walkin' talkin' material index.

First, he was up all night with excitement - praying that the buyer does not back out on our ratified contract. We got a pretty small good faith deposit - so we won't be rich if she changes her mind. But why the h-ll would she change her mind. She is getting a phat pad - that is hooked for a bachelorette and for $25,000 less than the original listing price. Have I mentioned that the condo market is COLD here in the Nation's Capitol!

On a positive yet scary note, we "graduated" today from the Mercedes Dealership of Reproductive Medicine and have been released to a regular old OB. We saw Little Magic's heartbeat again - it was 154 bpm.

I am resisting the urge to link to a 7 week embryo at Baby Center - so you can see what we saw. But if you are curious - check it out - it is kinda cool.

The final SS material of the day - he was late getting home from the office - I was less than pleased as I give "needy" and moody new meaning these days.

So after I give him the lukewarm shoulder for a moment - he goes upstairs and comes back and starts to rub my shoulders.

Then as he starts to slip his hands into my shirt - I think to myself - Mr. Romantic . . .trying to make it up to me.

But NO!!!

He is slipping the progesterone in oil in my bra - so I can warm it up for 10 minutes before my nightly shot.

This is what our sex life consists of these days - SS slipping vials of meds into my bra . . . that is foreplay - the shot in the butt . . . is the act - and the cuddling is him rubbing my big ole butt so I won't get a knot post shot!!!

Perhaps this is TMI - but I am just keepin' it real.