I know. I know. I am a terribly blogger. I always want to write. I always mean to write. Alas, I never do. So the goal besides losing the whole lotta extra baby weight is to write a bit everyday. We shall see. Oh, and by the way...I have added a son to the mix.

So I haven't written in ages. Part of the reason for the hiatus is that I am pregnant. OK lame reason. I mean my grandmother had 11 kids and one bathroom. I have 1 child and 4 bathrooms. Nanna lived on next to nothing and raised all these kids to be wonderful adults. She move to the US when she was 14 with her sister and not much else. She didn't even speak the language -- never did. Her mother had already moved here but she didn't really live near her. I don't have family near me either but I don't think I have my shit together half as much as nanna. Ever since I was pregnant with biddles I have missed her greatly. She died when I around 7 years old and because she never spoke english we didn't speak much. I really wish I had more time with her.

Today was one of those days when I shoulda just stayed in bed. Between locking myself out of the house, having the firemen (ok so two were really cute) break in my front door, getting our counter offer rejected and putting our house under contract for a song, and finding out my dog has a staph infection, today was one of those days when you wonder --- jeeze does this happen to other people. Now mind you kona should be fine, the house is FINALLY under contract and I may actually get to go home to the southwest for a visit, I will finally get that new screen door I have wanted since I moved in, and the baby was fine, it was just one of those days that leave you emotionally and physically exhausted. Exhausted seems to be a theme in my life.

I have happened to notice that rather benign things have become quite divisive in today's society. For all the talk shows and talking heads and social networking tools out there, people tend to engage less and communicate more. Mind you, critical theory and the studying of communication (or lack there of) between disparate groups were the crux of my research, and I know this shades my view of humanity as a social scientist, but jeeze when did it become OK to attack someone's character because (for all honesty) you didn't like what they were doing.

Today we went to Union Station to check out a state car. A friend of ours owns one and is giving us a ride up to philly. The car is beautiful, with walnut walls, three sleeping quarters, a kitchen, a dinning room, and a salon. I am really excited. I know Bea won't remember this trip but we will have pictures. I hope to be able to give her more opportunities like this. When we lived in Colorado, weekend trips happened every weekend. I miss having the time to do quick and cheap weekend trips. Don't get me wrong there are great things about DC, but I miss our weekends in Utah, New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado. I hope we will be able to move back.