Happy Easter and Merry 1st Year anniversary!!!

Juan's got a little bit o Easter Cap'n in him!!

Does the first year count as "making it"? With the divorce rate in America, actually scratch that, the WORLD skyrocketing, I would like to be proud of our 1 year mark and give all the credit to Juan. That poor man has dedicated his patience to me. He laughs with me, holds me when I just need to cry and tells me he loves me every night, even if I did say something I didn't mean earlier in the day, and stays surprisingly calm when I am in hysterics over the stuck on cereal on the bowl he didn't soak or put into the dishwasher. I mean, really, the bowl is in the sink! Count your blessings, right? Funny, since that rant of mine, the bowls are religiously rinsed and dishwasher ready. I am so spoiled, so lucky and so happy I snatched the BESTEST husband in the world...hey, it's a word somewhere, even if it must be made simply from my imagination and cheer.

It's also Easter! SO much to be eternally grateful for. We had a little fun for Easter and I included the pictures! Yeah, okay, were chunk a lunks....but we sure are happy! Need I say more?

Anyone who thinks I am crazy for having a Daisy dress, well, I am. At least she has had it for 2 years and worn it for every holiday ;). Good thinking, get that use out of it. Don't know if you can see, but the Easter bunny brought Daisy a bag of treats too! Milkbone and Nilla Wafers, what a lucky dog!

I wonder if Daisy knows how long hair makes her look rather manly. I mean check out that beard! Guess we need to schedule her an appt. with Fur-dos (like hairdos for your pet!).

We're pretty blessed as well!

What to do when you are ok with telling your boss you need a Midol?

So yeah, I said it. I couldn't help it. Fussing and ranting and of course generally whining about our crazies at Allstate and every discussion with another insured upped the ante on getting Kourtney to her happy place. I slowly began to see my foul mood was cumbersome, not necessarily to me, but Jerry's stuck between a rock and PMS hard place.

Funny how hormones make a person so volatile. Probably doesn't help that my once a day tic tac method is scratched and replaced with a REAL once a day pill. Those things are the devil. SO in an effort to curb the crass and crash, I am venting. Hard core, interrupt me and die, venting. Only accomplished via the everlasting listener, the blog. You type, it listens. Not much of an adventure for us today, just simply a way to cope. I can hear it now. TMI, TMI (too much info. for you blogists going huh?).

And the pain in my temples is subsiding. I can't imagine what's got my feathers so ruffled, but I know the sleep deprivation, the home hunting (endlessly looking for a home in the 2nd ward with not much to look at), the mortgage questions, the credit checks it induces are not feeding positive energy into the bottom line.

Then it hits me...the more you whine, the more miserable you are. So nix the statement of "not {cumbersome} necessarily to myself". Kourtney, meet your worst enemy, Kourtney. Get on with life. It's not worth living if you can't be happy and you can't be happy if you are not sometimes sad, a little depressed or have a few hard hitting times. That's the challenge. Get back up on the horse and be HAPPY! So there's the challenge for me today. Get over my "bad" self and pull my "good" self up by the bootstraps.

Here we go, on with the happiness! Thanks for listening to the venting!

What's that you say? Work is mandatory.

Sleep deprivation is not supposed to happen until you:

1) Have kids.
2) Have a mortgage.
3) Have kids and a mortgage.

or in the rare instance you find yourself,

4) in an apartment where ALL the other tenants have kids, the tenants above you have a child screaming wildly into the dewy morning (every morning) at 3:30 am, which in turn makes the Daisy believe it's morning and time to wakey-wakey, which therefore translates to the trepidation of a walk outside to allow the dog her relief, and thinking about getting a mortgage.

This is the existence to which I currently yield. I have NEVER been so tired in my life. I've experimented with sleeping pills, which in turn fill my belly with nausea wave upon nausea wave, attempting early bedtime to which my sleep is interrupted with the timid questions of general knowledge about dinner, iPod locality, camera locality, please trim my hairline, Daisy whining for her attention and chance at chasing the night strollers who somehow have figured out she just wants to play and provide tasty morsels of cookies, cheese nips, cucumbers (her favorite) and the like when they see her approaching, and general racqueteering outside in the busy world of college town USA, even tried doubling the dose on the sleeping pills hoping they would knock me out before I ever had the chance to get sick (not high on my recommendation list) to no avail.

So in a phrase, baby fever, CURED! How could I ever deal with this AND have kids. I couldn't , Juan's prayers have been answered. Bless him for knowing I don't have it in me right now!

I did however have a brief lapse while relaxing and reminiscing with Laura in the lawn furnitrue section of Target.

Little girl with pigtails, leopard shirt and capri pants on to mother: "Mom, come here!"
Mom: "Honey, I am looking at something, give me a second"
Little girl: "No, you have to come right now!"
Mom: "Okay, what is it?"
Little girl, pointing: "This is new, this is new, this is new...."
Mom: "How could you know that?"
Little girl: "Because I don't have any of it."
Mom: "You sound a little spoiled, I don't always get you everything."
Little girl: "No mom, you don't. Just what I want."

Okay, so she is a little spoiled...but how stinking cute is that. I had to laugh outright. I sure hope my kids aren't that, we'll say smart...but we all know I mean manipulative.

Bunny Time!!

It's alomost here! Easter and our 1st Year Anniversary! How exciting! They fall on the same day this year. Kevin's birthday is in the mix too! Talk about never forgetting your firsts! So, I decided not to celebrate with eggs and candy and an Easter tree just because we don't have any hoodlum kids yet, doesn't equate to much fun. I know the real reason for the season, but if J.C. ever had a Dove Chocolate Bunny, I think he'd join in the festivities :)! So I have decided we are having Easter on our Anniversary. SURPRISE!!!! Juan doesn't know what he's in for. Daisy is waiting at the window for the Easter bunny to come, she LOVES Dove Chocolate Bunnies just as much as the next human. Funny dog! I also included a picture of our fabulous Easter tree and decorations provided by my Mom. She knows how to pick them!

Laura and I have been on Easter Hunts lately. Pier 1, Walmart, Target, Hobby Lobby...we hit them all up and come to the conclusion we simply have to get up and sale hunt the day after Easter. ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT US FOR THOSE EASTER DECORATIONS? We won't go down without a fight.

Well have to get back to work after an eventful lunch break...what do you think Daisy is REALLY watching out the window for? :)

BABY IS HERE!!!!

Jackie and Jason had their bundle of boy this morning! Jefferson Jason Packard weighing in at 7 pounds, 15 ounces. I am so excited. I can't wait to go see them and the new little package. I am also really excited that he will get to wear his "Baby's first Easter" outfit with the little white cottontail on it. And I expect pictures JACKIE!!! And I also expect Jackie and Jason to get a blog straight away!

So much for baby fever getting any better. This REALLY makes it come on like the flu in February. Not such a good thing for the biological clock. I just realized Juan and I are closer to our 30's now than we are from our teenage years. There's nothing wrong with being in your 30's, it's just my idealistic (read unrealistic) 10 year plan when I thought I had control of everything was to have all my kids by the time I was 30....now I tell people it's 33....but who am I kidding? 3 kids, I'll be 26 this year, 3 kids in 3 years (b/c we can't really try right away), this is nonsense...oh dear. I may have to extend my kiddie deadline to 35 or 36, but I really want to be done before 33 if at all possible. Okay, I am rambling. Let's see if anything else exciting has happened.

We looked at a house that is 1313 sq ft, built in 2002 in what Juan says will be the "ghetto" hole of College Station in 5 years. It was very cute, wood floors, open floorplan, big kitchen area, teeny bedrooms, but you just sleep there anyway, great layout and I really liked it. I don't know when we are going to take the plunge and say, Okay let's call a realtor. It makes it so much more real at that point. Humph! What to do? Quite whining and get up on the bike and give it a try, right. Okay then, I will call a realtor tonight. Any suggestions? :)

That's all for now! Love ya stalkers!