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ok. working full time is exhausting.

can I say that again? working full time is exhausting!!

I think I need to exercise more or eat more carrots and apples, but to be honest, working full time makes me (I repeat, MAKES me) eat crap. I crave cheez-its, m&m's, and fizzy drinks. And then I feel worse. And fat. And working full time in a clothing store and eating crap is bad combo- then I just look fat in my new clothes.

So here's the news in a nutshell.
Maggie lost her third tooth this week. This was the first time I witnessed the trauma. She is so cute with the huge hole- and her sweet, precious sister's first words were, "Sister, you look beautiful with a gap." If you don't know it, Poppy has the cutest little gap in her front teeth. I hope she never, ever grows out of it. It would break my heart. Oh, and we are not allowed to call her "cute" anymore. She can be called beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty, but absolutely not CUTE. That's for babies, or didn't you know?

Our house is back on the market. I feel the anxiety of a dirty house creeping into my shoulder blades as I sit here frittering away time I could be vacuuming. The fireman is in the kitchen laying tile and it's looking really, really good. I think our biggest drawback is the missing fence in the back yard... what an eyesore a highway can be!

Our tomatoe plants are looking fabulous. And my zinnias and cosmos are all peeking their heads out too. My sunflowers are about 4 inches tall and we have tadpoles with legs too.

Jack is growing like crazy and actually told me I looked gorgeous this afternoon when I got home from work. Does it get sweeter than that? I'm just not sure.

Poppy decided to share the thoughts that spin around in her head this week. She thinks a lot, but when probed she always responds the same way.... "what are you thinking about, Poppy?" and she will brightly respond, "pizza". It never fails. But this week she approached the fireman and asked, "Dad, if Jesus loves everyone, then why do bad things happen to them?" OK, could she be the next John Calvin or Martin Luther? Maybe St. Augustine? Wow. So all the times we have thought pizza was the only thing on her mind, she is trying to resolve the long standing questions of the some of the greatest minds of all time.... shocker.

I am feeling a bit disconnected from friends and family.
I rarely talk on the phone.
I am not a letter writer.
I don't have time for email.

I have a few faithful friends that check in on a regular basis and aren't offended when they don't hear back from me for a day or two.
Some have given up I think.

I have been harboring secret feelings of jealousy lately... jealous that other people get to hang out with people. For fun. For leisure. What is wrong with me?

I picked up a book this week. One of my most favorite authors claims this as her favorite, favorite, desert island book- Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. It is good. I don't know that I would put it up there as a top 10, but it is an enjoyable read. I am only 1/3 through so it may improve and blow my mind.

Speaking of reading, Maggie is reading everything she can get her hands on. Hard to believe coming from a girl who cried through her phonics lessons. What a difference a year can make.

Off to read Hemingway.