Don't let the tennis court or Lex fool ya. Sure, I grew up in a beautiful house with our own tennis court, my mom drove whatever car she wanted, and I didn't want for much. But in all reality, my family is blue collar to the core. My Dad is a newspaper distributor- which means on any given day, one of us was chucking papers for a down route, going door to door trying to get people to take the daily paper free, or collecting bad pay. Big Daddy Mike works harder than anyone I know, and he always instilled in us a strong worth ethic. He always taught us that you have to work to get what you want- it's not given to you. While I was lucky to have my college paid for, there wasn't a summer that I lounged around. I remember one summer I was a camp counselor by day, a waitress at night, and the golf course extraordinaire on the weekends- doing anything from flipping burgers in the snack bar to running the range and washing carts. So, with Christmas soon approaching and many "wants" on my lists (like this new running group w/ Melinda), how did I spend the past two nights? Yep, you've got it... by waking up in the middle of the night to deliver papers. Thanks Dad.:)

Here we go Yo
Here we go Yo
So what so what so what's the scenario?

Oh my, oh my. My husband is the most uber conservative, tea party lovin', anally retentive, never do anything wrong man I know. I say that in the most lovingly way. He is the yin to my yang- and I know in my heart that I needed someone like him to balance me out. Even so, sometimes it's the littlest things that make you fall for someone. Back in the day at college, when I found out that my quiet little ballplayer of a boyfriend could bust out any lyric to his rap c.d.'s, he made me fall in love all over again. He could turn yo-boy in the most angelic of ways and rap every word to any House of Pain, Tribe Called Quest, or Snoop Dog song. I know I'm totally digressing and trying to get around posting the inevitable. I guess I should just get to the horrid details...

Motherhood is my biggest and best accomplishment EVER. My children are my heart and soul. They truly are my everthing. And when I say everything, I do mean everything. While I love being a mother, sometimes it encompasses me... and it's almost as if I get to the point of wondering if there is anything more to me as a person. My biggest struggle as a mother has always been letting motherhood define me. A few weeks ago, we all know my girls and I all felt like we were in a rut and called to order a quick girl's weekend.

Don't throw stones at me. Please. Because neither my heart nor my feelings can take it at the moment. Working out has been going great, but as usual, my eating sucks... and basically, I've just chalked this week up as a wash. It's girl's weekend and I can't say that I'll be focusing on my weight these next few days. Sorry, but it's true.

Surprise, surprise- Six years ago, we were building a house. The hubz and I were living with my parents and it was supposed to be ready by October. On October 27th, we drove over the mountain into wild, wonderful West Virginia, pulled up to our homesite, and saw nothing but an empty foundation. To say the builder was behind schedule was an understatement. After getting completely emotional, we drove back over the mountain to my ob/gyn check-up. I guess my nerves weren't fully recovered from the fact that I was going to be homeless for a few more months because the doctor looked at me, warned me about the complications from delivering early, and then decided that with how high my blood pressure was, that it would be best if I went to the hospital to be induced a full three weeks early at 37 weeks.