oy, mi panza

As if it isn't enough that these damn cramps are about to kill me, I also have 3 humongous zits. Painful, deep -could be mistaken for a second nose- zits. What am I? 12? Watching America's Next Top Model isn't helping. Damn skinny young hooches.

The Bronco is gone. It was loaded up on a big truck and is on it's way to Delaware. Can you believe that? it still blows my mind that someone from Delaware bought it without ever even seeing it. I thought I would be happy to see it go, but it's a little sad. I know Brad was a little let-down, so maybe that's why I am sad. We sat out on the lawn and watched the men load it up on the double decker truck that will be taking it cross-country. The girls thought it was really neat.

Ellie is asleep. She's gone to bed really easily these past few nights. I think since I changed my attitude about bedtime, she did too. Mad props to my bud Elena for the pep talks about bedtime with spunky 2 year olds. She also recommended the book I just finished....How to Talk so Kids Will Listen & Listen so Kids Will Talk. (http://www.amazon.com/How-Talk-Kids-Will-Listen/dp/0380811960). I really enjoyed the book. It seems so straight forward really. Brad and I are both trying to implement it. So far, so good.

Payton is watching Spongebob before bed. She went with Brad to his fishing club meeting tonight. She got to spin the raffle ticket spinning thing. Should have named her Vanna. She's tired. Me too.

This post is all over the place. The zit on my forehead is obstructing the blood flow to my brain. G'night, sleep tight.