I may have bitten off more than I can chew (visualize a cow in a pasture)..... I signed up for a 90-hour home study followed by a 15-hour classroom study for my real estate license.  Through Baird & Warner, I received the home study materials last week.  There are roughly 20 chapters to cover by August 19th.... shit.  Its very hard to carve out time when in charge of spearheading a household and taking care of a VERY busy 10-month-old.  And by spearheading a household, I mean being in charge of all things house related, since my husband really only mows the lawn.... and fixes something when shit breaks.  I'm not complaining though.  I'm fucking awesome at cleaning and cooking and putting things in the laundry.  I do however, suck at folding laundry (just ask my twin sister).

So, look out Jeff Lewis and Million Dollar Listing.....  Jennie Willis is coming to a neighborhood by you, to tell you, straight up, what your shit's worth.  I pull no punches.

Also, we joined Cypress Cove.  www.cypresscove.org  Located just a few miles away, Beau now has a lovely place to splash, splash and hone his David Hasselhoff skills.  So far, he loves mini fountains and staring at people.... and pointing.  Sidenote:  there are a few questionable bathing suits on some of the members of CC.  If I ever look like said people, just shoot me.

I like the above picture.  The lady atop the uni is longingly looking at something.  Perhaps a bird?  A naked man?  Either way, her moccasins look comfy and her wings rule.

9 months hath come and gone with the little one.  I can't believe what he is capable of in such a short amount of time.  He is crawling around, pulling up on everything, loves opening/closing doors and now, climbing things.  Holy shit we have an animal on our hands.

Beau only wants "people food" and could give two you-know-whats about jarred/pouched baby food.  Last night, he had filet and scalloped potatoes.  Not bad.  His palette is refined.

Honestly, I get frustrated with Beau because he is a mover.  Shep doesn't like having to lay down for diaper changes or getting his clothes on.  NO LIKEY.  Its often a struggle with him crying and me yelling/swearing/singing SUPER loud to distract him.  

Also, kudos to Kasia the wonder dog.  She puts up with so much crap from Shep.  He will pull her toenails, poke her eyes and fish hook her nose.  Kasia just sits there, patiently, while secretly plotting to beat the crap out of Beau.

Size 4 underpants

Size 1 underpants

Also, the beauhawk is officially gone.  I don't know if its the turmoil in the Middle East, increasing gas prices or the humidity however, the beauhawk has left the building.  Not good.  Feelings are sad around here.

I'm all things boat shoes nowadays.  I received a gift card to Macy's for Mother's Day, so I splurged the whole damn thing and purchased some Sperry Topsiders.  Pink and all things preppy, I lerv them.  Too bad the rest of my wardrobe blows.  So, this summer I will be rocking some gross clothes but sweet shoes.

We headed back to Michigan this week so Chris could complete my parent's kitchen remodel.  It looks awesome.  Not to mention, any chance to go back to the Mitten is great.

More later.

Here we go again.  I think I'm beginning to look like the fool here.  Do I buy a baby shower gift for someone who's shower I'm not invited to?  I'm continuing to try and be the better, bigger person.... though I think I look like an idiot.

What the fuck.

Beau just went down for a nap so I'm taking 20 minutes to watch TV, eat breakfast, fold laundry and make a list of things to get down today.  Featured on today's viewing docket: "True Life: I'm Too Beautiful."  Give me a fucking break.

The two young ladies featured on this episode are nothing short of ridiculous.  One is from Buffalo Grove, God help us.  Neither graduated from high school and focus ALL of their energy into thinking and putting off how beautiful they are, and how it affects their life negatively.  Seriously?  To me, there isn't anything beautiful about tons of makeup, whore clothes, the inability to communicate using proper English or having no ambition.

Beautiful to me is curiosity, confidence, self reliance, ambition, intellect.  If I ever have a daughter, I pray to God that she can be taught said things.  My parents put no emphasis on "looks" per say.  Dress appropriately, have manners, be kind, try your hardest.....  we weren't allowed to wear slutty clothes (like girls wear today) or put time into hanging out with boys.

Watch this show.  You'll laugh and cry all at the same time.

Have you ever seen a hobbitt in real life?  Go to YouTube and type in "carolinemnorton."  There are several videos of Greta Fat Pants in first year-- HILARIOUSLY porky, fat, smooshie peanutbutter chub that will brighten your darkest day.  No joke.

Beau took a few steps behind his hoopty car thingy this morning.  Dear Lord.

Until the walking fully commences, we will be fine with him pulling up on furniture to bother Kasia.  

Note to self:  Do not make Gooey Butter cake when trying to exercise self control.  I've done very well eating more balanced and moving more.  A small piece of GBC never hurt anyone, right?  Shit that shits good.