Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Stacia Interviews Camille

1. What is your most favorite memory of us together?

This is a tough one. Honestly, I really think that my favorite is a very simple, not so exciting memory. I loved our sleepovers at your house, I slept on the trundle bed and we would talk so late into the night. We never quit talking in order to go to sleep we just talked until one of us was completely incoherent and then we just slipped into sleep - probably still talking. I've never had that with any other 'friend', never so much to talk about, never the desire to listen and talk, never the comfort. I guess that's my favorite. Is that stupid?

2. What do you consider your best physical feature?

My eyes. Not just because of how they look but because of what they see.

3. If you were given $5000 and couldn't spend it on anyone but yourself (and not on bills) what would you do with it?

I would have a breast lift and augmentation. I've breastfed 3 kids, need I say more?

4. Where's the one place you want to visit with just you and Bart? The whole family? Just you?

I would like to go to Bali with Bart. I would like to take the whole family to Europe. I would like to go to Maui.

5. Do you still want to be an astronaut? If not, what is the non-realistic job you would like?

Yes, I think that is still my best non-realistic job fit. I would love to see what the Earth looks like from far, far above.

Thought provoking questions. Thanks Stacia.

P.S. Love ya!



That's what I am doing after forking out $375 to the A/C repairman this morning. It could have been worse. The circuit board at the blower on the furnace was fried apparently. Anyone that has lived through a Texas summer knows how worth it my 'little' expenditure was.

I also think I broke my toe today. I was running for the phone and my toe caught the leg of the sofa. It is swollen and hurts like hell.

Well, HRH is screaming, I think it is time to change her. Yippee.

More later,

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Sweat and other interesting topics....

I suppose I should be grateful that it isn't August. August in Dallas is miserably hot and humid. What I am NOT grateful for is the fact that my air conditioner quit working this morning. Blech. For those of you not following the bouncing ball over the lyrics of my life's happy tune, let me fill you in.... I have no job and air conditioning people aren't cheap. I have decided to eat ice cream instead of worry about it. I have also decided to wait until Tuesday to call the thieves, I mean AC repairman, since I don't want to have to pay quadruple for it being over a holiday weekend.

Aside from that, Bart and I argued most of the day yesterday which is not really normal for us anymore. Then last night, Morgan's 11th birthday party at her dad's house. It was supposed to be a pool party but it rained buckets yesterday so... we let them swim anyways. I mean, they were going to get wet anyway right? The party was fun for them.

Jake is with his dad in Beaumont this week. So, it's just me and 'Cesca this week. Well, if I don't post tomorrow - Happy Memorial Day - which is kind of stupid to say, I don't think we're supposed to necessarily be HAPPY on Memorial Day. Just memorialize those fighting for us and those that have fought for us in the past.


Friday, May 27, 2005


Never, ever, ever go and publicly announce how beautifully sweet and pleasant your baby is. Why? Because she will spontaneously turn into a big squalling crab. Well, at least it isn't constant. Maybe I shouldn't have said that either.

Beth, to answer your question, Bart has a BS in BS - no wait, that's his OTHER degree - I mean he has a BS in Information Technology with a focus on Web Development. He is currently pursuing his MBA. He has had it tough because in this market senior level people are still filling the junior level positions, which he is qualified for. (BTW - It drives me nuts that I just ended that sentence with a preposition but you know what - screw it - I feel dangerous.)

Stacia and I had a good long talk about her visit with Wes. I have an icky feeling about this. I hope it ends up better than it sounded. I feel like screaming "Run Stacia, Run" but she is a big girl (not literally) and she can make solid decisions for herself.

The kiddos last day of school is today. Morgan will never be in elementary school again. I do feel oddly sentimental about that too. I went and saw her do a little talent show at school - she and some friends danced and sang an Avril Lavigne (sp?) song. She was pretty darn good.

She won all kinds of awards today. She got commended performance on her 3 Taks tests - she got an award for having the highest score in the school on the language arts test - she got 100% right so I guess that's about as high as it gets. (She gets that from me.) She also got commended in math and science. (She does NOT get that from me.) She also had perfect attendance this year - both she and Jake got that this year. (It was a good year as far as no illnesses.) She got a presidential honor certificate - signed by George W. Bush.

What a kid.

Morgan is like me in some ways and just not in others. I love the person she is and is becoming. (Minus the preteen drama.)

Jacob is so very creative. He is showing artistic talent. He is a handsome boy with eyelashes I wish my girls had gotten. He's a smart kid too and funny and sensitive.

OK, enough gushing.

I guess I'll save my worrying for another post. It doesn't seem to fit in this one.


Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Not quite summertime and the living is relatively easy...

The blogs I read have made me feel almost a little guilty. Seems everyone is having it pretty rough with their new little babies and you know what? I'm not. Maybe I don't count because this is my third time around. Whatever the reason, I don't have a lot of trouble with Francesca. She has her crabby days but mostly, she is just a pleasant baby. She has her daily ups and downs but it's no big deal. So, don't hate me because my baby is beautiful.

Bart is burned out. It's been a long road of education and interviewing and still naught to show for it all and he is so tired. Poor Bart. After a while, consolation seems trite. I just let him rant now. I can't blame him. I would rant too. I just try to get him to rant more quietly.

Well, that's all for now.


Sunday, May 22, 2005

Bad blogger, bad blogger....

I am a bad, bad blogger these months. I'll try to reform my errant ways. Francesca is just over 3 months old now. What is she up to these days? At 7 weeks she started grinning at everything, at 9 weeks she started grabbing her toes and found her thumb to suck. At 11 weeks she began rolling over. This was a surprise to me, especially since she only does it the hard way - rolling from her back to her belly. She does it with very little effort now. She 'talks' a lot now and Bart is trying very hard to teach her to say "Da-dee" She is coming closer to that. It's amazing to watch her concentrate on trying to do things. You can actually see her determination.

My other chickadees will be out of school as of next Friday. This is the end of Morgan's last year of Elementary school. Unbelievable.

Oh yeah, I quit my job. I thought I was going to go back. In fact, I did go back, but the thought of leaving the baby for 12 hours a day was more than I could take. On my one day back, when I realized that, at lunch time, I still had 6.5 more hours to go, that was it.

So, now we budget, scrimp, and save BUT at least the baby doesn't think that the old lady at daycare is her mom... you know?