April 23

It has been so long since I have been able to sit down to the computer! Annette's daughter Jewell came into town for a short visit with her new baby Annette, she is a little doll. Shandi moved about 2 minutes away from here last weekend. The kids and I helped her move on Friday and Saturday then we spent half the day Sunday mowing and rakeing her yard so the kids would be able to play in it. I was so tired and sore Sunday. I had no pain releiver at all in the house but, I was too tired to even go get any. Now that is tired! I have spent so much time with Shandi I have a weird disconnected feeling not having her right next door anymore. I am so used to her and the kids simply comming and going at will it is strange to no have them here. Mike is done with his wrestling season for this year. He got back from Sacramento Monday and I am glad to have him home again. Now he will concentrate on his MMA match making and officiating.

April 12

Whew, it is done! Mike went out of town on the 28th and did not get back until the 8th. My truck went into the bodyshop with hail damage. Well, I was stuck at home with no man or no vehicle so I did what anyone would do, go nuts. Shandi and I went paint shopping and here is the result. Mike txted me goodnight from Reno last Friday night at 2 a.m. and for the life of me I could not go back to sleep, so, I got up and painted the red wall. I was back in bed by 4:40. Then back up by 9 and hitting it hard again. Shandi came over to drink coffee and did the cutting in for me. There were both were in our pj's sucking on coffee mugs and cigaretts painting. Lol. Do we need a life or what? I also moved the living room around, painted the hallway the same off white in the kitchen, and hung a wicker and grapevine shelf in the bathroom. Shandi said I was tweekin! Now that some funny stuff. So now my living room and kitchen are both Eddie Bauer Barn Red and Cloth for those of you DIY types. Yesterday was my birthday also. Debbie and Jamie took me to lunch at Bell Luna, yum. Mike forgot. EVERYONE I know called him and gave him shit about it. In his defense, this is his first birthday with me. Anyone that knows me knows that I never remember birthdays, I remember the month but not the dates, so it is no big deal to me. I hate the fact that I am 42. Just saying 42 and feeling it spew forth from my mouth like puke bothers me. Lol.