Sometimes I ask myself this question...why did God see fit to give me such GOOD KIDS? Even as wee little newborns, they never cried unless they were hungry, and once fed with a bottle, they were content as could be, just to lie in their crib, playpen, bouncer, etc., and just BE, at least while I did whatever I needed to get done. I guess it all goes back to the saying that God doesn't give you more than you can handle, and man, God sure knew what He was doing because I cannot handle a crying baby that doesn't have a quick fix! I am babysitting my niece's new baby girl, Abigail, and nothing I do seems to soothe her. I fed her about an hour and a half ago, I just changed her, she doesn't want her pacifier, she's not feverish like she's getting sick or anything like that. In all honesty, I think she's just darn sleepy. The little thing finally fussed herself to sleep, to which I was SHOCKED, and relieved. Normally she just keeps on fussing or just lies there awake without fussing just as long as you hold her, but I have 2 other little kids and a million other things to do, and I can't just sit and hold a baby for 4 hours while her Mom and Dad are out riding 4-wheelers. And then while Travis was watching Spiderman 2, it came to the part where Doc Ock crashes through the little bistro where Peter Parker and Mary Jane are, and it was so freaking loud and it WOKE HER UP! I actually believe my own children could sleep through a tornado, or maybe a small bomb going off, but no, one little boom on the TV, which by the way was NOT even turned up that loud, and she's awake again, crying, and WON'T STOP! I know, I'm such a MEAN AUNT! I don't mean to sound like WHATEVER, I'm just not a big fan of having my pleasant, comfy, Saturday afternoon turned upside down. I was blessed (and spoiled) with really, really well-tempered babies. I didn't have PLANS, per se, but I did have plans to do nothing. I can't say no to babysitting her, like ever, though for the one GOOD reason that me & Abigail's mommy now trade off babysitting time, which means we don't have to pay her anymore, and she's always willing to keep our kids. I guess I'm just coming off as a big jerk or something, I mean, I AM an experienced Mom, so I should be able to handle it, but I apparently didn't take the Crying Certification class when I earned my Bachelor's Degree in Motherhood! I bet no one that reads this will ever ask me to babysit their kids until their kids are 12 and fully self-sufficient.

How you know it's time to lose weight: You go shopping and 2 different people in 2 different stores refer to your being pregnant.

Yes, really stupid people saying really stupid things have finally pushed me over the edge, and I have to do something about it. It is SO HARD to start a weight loss program, but I've just got to buckle down and do it. I just HAVE to. Even if it means my husband has to move in with his Mother for awhile so I don't have to watch him eat whatever the heck he wants while I go on starvation, and so he doesn't have to put up with my witchiness. Trust me. When I can't eat what I want, and I get hungry? I am NOT a pleasant person to be around. So the first incident happened in JCPenney. A 50-something lady pushing her mother (I assume?) in a wheelchair asked me in passing how close in age my 2 boys are, and looked SO SHOCKED that I was having another one. Incident #2, we were leaving Kirkland's, my hands were full, and I was trying to get myself and both boys out the door without them running out the door and into the street. Some 30-something man held the door open for me and chuckled as he said, "Yeah, like you really need to have another one." In all honesty, I do NOT look pregnant, I'm just fat and I have a little bit of a pooch, and the shirt I chose to wear yesterday only accentuated said pooch. You know, one of those empire waist, hippy looking tops that sort of gather underneath the chest area, and then flares out? It's a really pretty shirt, aqua colored, with lots of beading at the neckline. But even Michael said he could see why some folks would assume I was pregnant because of the style shirt. Note to self: Don't wear maternity-looking shirt again. At least not until I have the words screenprinted across the front of it: "I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat!"

In other news, I have some stuff listed on Ebay, if anyone wants to check it out. Mostly some of my clothes, a few DVDs, and some Mississippi State stuff. I plan listing more stuff soon, so check back often.

I tell you what, over on pogo.com, Stack 'Em is one really freaking addictive game. I can sit there and kill an hour thinking it' s only been 15 minutes. It doesn't really require you to be all that smart, you just have to be kind of quick.

Friday night went really well. Our dinner guests(Jason & Kim, and their little boy that's Travis' age, Noah) actually showed up 10 minutes early, which usually it seems like every time we have someone over, they're 15 minutes late and we start worrying the food's going to get cold before they get here. We really enjoyed having them over, not only because we need friends, but because we seem to have a lot in common with them. They have boys, we have boys. We have a lot of the same views and ideas on different issues. I think they realized that we are much more relaxed people than they thought we were, which is cool. The main reason we actually had them over was because they had a small job opportunity for Michael, and they wanted to come over and show us some stuff about the job. Jason is going on some 6-week-long job training in Dallas, so he can't do this other job since he'll be out of town. He has done this job for 6 years, but since he can't do it now, he thought of us to take it over for him. This is what will happen. About 3 or 4 weeks before Easter, FedEx will deliver a bunch of boxes to our house. These boxes contain printers, cameras, and related equipment used at malls all over the country for Easter Bunny pictures and Santa Claus pictures. Michael will get paid $200 per week to be on call for 4 weeks, store the boxes in our garage, fill out the FedEx slips and take the packages to the FedEx hub when these various malls call him when their equipment breaks down. On top of that, he will get paid for mileage, and if a mall located in say Little Rock or Jackson needs equipment, we can drive it to them and get paid $200 extra that day to cover our expenses for making the trip. The job lasts for 4 weeks during Easter, and 7 weeks during Christmas. We also have the option of keeping the equipment at our house during the off-times, and they will pay us just for storing the stuff at our house. It sounds too good to be true, I know, but Jason gave us all the information, and it sounds like easy money to me!

Tomorrow is Travis' dentist appointment, and I think we finally reasoned enough with him to where he'll do okay. (Still crossing my fingers and saying my prayers, though!) We are talking about signing him up for soccer, and we told him if he wants to play soccer, he needs to go to the dentist so he will have strong, clean teeth. I thought about this more later, and he's going to think he has to carry the ball down the field with his teeth or something! Okay, I'm kidding, the boy knows he has to kick the thing down the field, lol.

It's been a long day/night, so I am going to go jump in my jammies and pass out for the night!