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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

When it rains...

Last Friday it was about 99 degrees and now it is in the 60s and raining.  And, when it rains...well, you get the picture.  This week has already brought a trip to the ER (nothing is really wrong, thankfully), a terrible awful day at work and a teething toddler.  To top it off, my little family is in the midst of a move, which is both a blessing and a curse.  If any of you out there have moved with a little one, you know what I am talking about.  I am excited that our house sold and we are moving on to something with more space (actually we haven't bought anything, just renting until more inventory comes on the market), but packing, organizing and just plain getting things done with a 16 month old running/stumbling around is NOT IDEAL.  Thank goodness for my mother, who has helped out a ton and for the fact that Cam is still on two naps a day, but seriously people, I NEVER WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN -- at least with child(ren) in tow.  I started back in August sorting through stuff and packing up what we wouldn't be using and I have been at it most every weekend and some weekdays since.  Yet, there is still too much crap, I mean stuff, and I am getting bigger and more pregnant by the day.  I have this fantasy of being one of those European families who have just what they need and travel with just backpacks and children wearing cute hats, preferably berets.  Oh I don't know.  I just want to purge all of the crap, I mean treasures, in my house and start over.  I can tell you this, I would have NO problem being on one of those shows where you clean out the house and sell everything at a garage sale.  My sentimentality went out the window on Labor Day and I find myself chucking things I never would have dreamed giving up a month ago...less to carry, less to store, less is MORE.

A few things that help me keep my sanity: 1)  Teen Mom and the trainwreck that occurs in every episode (uh, hello Amber); 2) looking forward to the fall show lineup -- Parenthood, Up All Night, 30 Rock; 3) Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls; 4) Cameron saying "cheese" when we take his picture, and 5) my supportive husband.   

I watched the season premiere of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and it was a snooze fest.  First, they did have a little scene at the beginning where all of housewives, except for Taylor, discuss Russell Armstrong's suicide.  It was ridiculous.  I appreciate that they wanted to do something before diving into the show that was taped months before he died, but it was so fake and I really couldn't get into the rest of the episode.  This cast was never my favorite or anything, but now there is a taint on the show that I'm not sure they will be able to overcome.  We'll see.  I'll probably get bored with it and quit watching, but I thought I'd give it a whirl. 

Later skaters.

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