Its been one full week since my interview in Wisconsin.  I was instructed to wait until Friday-- by then they will have contacted me with an offer.  Nothing.  So, I'm playing the waiting game and frankly, the longer time goes on, the less hopeful I am.  Dammit.

This whole not working thing is great; being home with Beau is great.  I love Shep and all his softness HOWEVER, the longer I'm out the game, the worse off I am.  I don't have time in the day to sit at the computer and look for jobs-- Beau is more active and awake most of the day.  I don't want to plop him down in his "wheelchair" and expect him to sit there like a patient Patty.  No me gusta.

Spring is officially here.  Thank Jesus.  My lilies are starting to come up and my crocus' have already hit the road.  I have lots of ideas for my flower beds this year-- lets just hope Chris will be supportive of my love of gardening and just let me be.  He tends to think that gardening is a once a year thing-- I LOVE that its an ever-evolving thing to do.  I bought some hollyhocks to plant which will be nice on the sunniest side of our house.  Fingers crossed that we get some rain this summer, unlike last year.  Our grass looks like horseshit from last year's drought.

I had my engagement ring and my wedding band taken apart last week; they were soldered together.  My band is a super cheap-o ring from JCPenney; we were in a pinch to find one before the wedding.  Anyhoo, there is a band I want from a local jewelry store and its fantastic.  Gorge.  Too bad its not $30.    So what I was getting at -- my engagement ring looks brand new.  The store cleaned it up and all that jazz-- I think there was a year of lotion, food and other items stuck in it.

Shep will be 8 months old on the 16th.  Time is literally flying by and NOT on my side.  Dammit Mick Jagger.  He is getting 3 teeth on the top, making his total 6.  Holy chompers.  He carpet swims ..... trying to crawl.  God help us.  He loves to push buttons, hold the remote control and touch tags.  I think Shep will be just like his dad and rewiring our kitchen in no time.

He looks like my sister in this picture.  The Beauhawk is in full effect with its own ecosystem.  Lots of porkiness and smooshie circulars.