Nothing important.

So for the most part, all has been well the last couple days. Yesterday, I actually found the energy somewhere deep down to cook a meal! :) I haven't done that in awhile; we've been eating far too much fast food for my own liking.

Even Ellie seems to be cheering up a little bit. Although, she hates having her picture taken lately.

Although, I do have to admit, it's semi-entertaining to have her scream "MOMMY, AWAY!" at me when all I'm trying to do is snap a little picture. :)

All in all, it's been a decent weekend, but I will be happy when it's Monday. Back to the good ol' job search in a city where jobs don't exist. Today though, I'm just gonna make some cookies.

& life's like an hourglass glued to the table..

I can't decide if God hates me or not this week.

Monday, took Ellie to the surgeon, got new x-rays, found out that everything is healing perfectly, so her cast should be taken off in 4 weeks, just as planned. This is good news.

Tuesday, go to court for my DUI that I got last month. This is an interesting experience, my first time going to court all by myself. I'm scared shitless, and apparently for no good reason. The case has been dismissed, and will stay that way unless the stupid cop that arrested me decides to file the paperwork. Which I really don't forsee happening. Oh well. I'm absolutely ecstatic about this, it's the break I've been needing. If you know me at all, you know the absolute bullshit I've been going through since, oh, about December...

Then today, being Wednesday, we find out that Ian's lost his job. For some stupid reason. So here we go again. I thought bad things only happen in threes? Go figure.

So this week, I'm trying to figure out why my faith is still standing at all. Yes, we're all alive, and aside from Ellie's unfortunately hot pink cast, we're all healthy. But it seems that everytime I turn around, there's another curve ball being tossed in my direction.

Today's pictures are a couple days old, of Ellie chillin' in her little nest.

.. and of Ellie on her way home from the hospital, wearing Mommy's sunglasses.

The quest for sleep.

I suppose there's no time like the present to jump on the blogging bandwagon, and start recording my completely unimportant and at times inappropriate thoughts for future generations to enjoy. :]





It has been quite a week. Last Saturday, Ellie broke her femur (thigh) bone while she was playing at my mom's house. Total accident, but now the poor baby is in this awful cast that runs from like the middle of her rib cage, all the way down her broken leg, and almost halfway down the other leg. Apparently she has to be in that sort of cast to keep her hips in place, but oh geez, it looks terrible. I brought her home on Monday afternoon, and since then it seems like one thing after another keeps going wrong.



Ellie in her new wagon, courtesy of Grammy Sandi and Grandpa Rich. She hates it. She hates being moved in it, and everything.






Thursday morning I wake up to Ian saying he needs to go to the hospital;; at this point, he's been running a nasty fever for almost 24 hours. I'm miserable, I've had a migrane since Saturday, and now this?! You have GOT to be kidding me. He's got the flu. Go figure. So now it's Sunday, he's been home for 4 days, and we're both ready for him to go back to work on Monday.



I recently started a quest to start school again. I figure, this month I've been out of high school for 4 years, so it's about time for me to go back. So I get hooked up through Apollo College, and if all goes well, I'll probably be starting school right about the first of June! Wish me luck!



Now, I haven't done this regular blogging thing.. well, ever.. so cut me some slack. I'll get it figured out eventually!