I am going to be a Grandma!

That's not news, but what is news is that Sarah is having a tiny little lady!  I am so super excited for her to have a little girl!  Chris, on the other hand, was mega disappointed, but I think he'll learn to live with it.

 

Here are some pics of my little girl's little girl.

 

Now, she's tossing around names.  Both Sarah's mother in law and I are pushing for Ann to be the middle name, since both of our middle names is Ann.  She's got a few ideas, but nothing definite yet.  Can't wait to see what they decide to name my little girl, who I am absolutely in love with!

Falling to pieces

There are few things in life that get to me.  I mean, I'm just not your typical girlie-girl.  I can squash bugs with my bare hands, walk bare foot in gravel, build furniture and fix electronics, but when I have car trouble, I absolutely can not handle it.  I fall to pieces, cry and yell and just well, become a girl.  I hate that car problems get to me and make me act like a sissy, but they do and I do and it's ugly.  Just ask Neely.  Or my kids.

My car is sick.  It's probably the starter and surprisingly that's not covered under my warranty.  I'm really hoping that Neely can fix it tonight or tomorrow because I am supposed to leave for Kentucky with all the kids on Friday.  I kind of need to have a working car.

I guess if I were looking at the bright side, which I'm not, but if I were, I would be glad that the car trouble happened while I was safely parked in my driveway and not in the middle of nowhere on the way to Kentucky.  But you know, that's only if I could see the bright side.  Which I can't.  At least not till my car is fixed.

My mother

used every opportunity to teach a lesson.  She's such a teacher.

I found this today going through a box of photos.  I have recently connected with several friends on Facebook, from my teen years so I've been finding photos from that era and posting them.

I don't know when I wrote this, but I'm certain my brother really pissed me off that day.

The writing at the top, which I attempted to erase says "The devil hates Philip too.  Are you on his side?"  So typical of my mom.

Big update ... or Not.

I thought I would be able to post a big update on our Child Support petition, but I can't.  Here's pretty much how the case went today:

Master calls case, Neely and her go forward.  She lies about filing an answer (under oath) and the Master gives her the benefit of doubt and post pones the case till September 30th.  We don't lose anything by the postponement; it just delays the inevitable.  I am not sure what her motivation is in postponing things. She seems to be under the misguided opinion that she won't have to pay child support if she files an answer to the petition.  But the reality is, barring her death, she will have to pay something.

His name is Daniel.

Maybe Dan or sometimes Danimal, but certainly never ever Danny.  I just do not think it fits my Daniel.  When I filled out Daniel's Kindergarten forms, it asked for nicknames and I wrote "Dan, but never Danny".  Is that over the top?  I just do not want him used to responding to Danny because I would prefer that no one call him that.

I have a few online friends who's boys are named Daniel and they use Danny.  It fits them and it's cute and I don't have an aversion to the nickname, it just does not fit my son.  But Neely's Aunt does and Daniel's little friend's mom does as well.  How the heck do I tell them without sounding like a complete witch that I hate that name for him?  I never refer to him as Danny, so how in the world they thought it would be OK to call him that, I'll never know.  I just need to figure out how to make it stop because every time I hear it, my ears bleed and every time I see it, I want to poke my eyes out.

Earlier today, Daniel was playing with Mikey and his mom sent Clayton home to see if Daniel could get in the pool with Mikey.  Clayton came in the house and said "can Danny get in the kiddy pool with Mikey?"  I said that he could, but if he ever called Daniel "Danny" again, I would pull his tongue out.  OK, well I really didn't say that, but I wanted to.  Please, how can I ask these nice ladies, nicely, to stop?