I'm about to make you mad

Kevin and I think we know where we will be living. Kevin unofficially heard about where they may assign him. It's not the greatest news we've heard. It's nowhere - not anywhere even close to where - we thought we'd be going or like to go. But it's still unofficial, so we aren't going to release the location yet. We're still hoping maybe it'll get changed at the last minute. So sorry to torture you, but I did say I'd let you know as soon as I found out. It's just rathering disappointing news, but since it's unofficial I don't want to say anything yet. Sorry.

Where, oh where, are we going?

Don't get excited. I don't know the answer to that question yet (but I wish I did). Today my boss pointed out that if we are supposed to find out by March 1 where we are going to move next, then they have 1 week to tell us. They better not miss their deadline! I wanna know where I'm going to be living!

Excitement!

This past weekend Kevin and I went to SC to visit family. It was great to see everyone, but that's not why this post is titled "Excitement!". No, one of the great things about going to SC is that there is a huge children's consignment store that my mom found right near where she lives, and we got to go and look for (semi-dirty) buried treasure. I found one thing: a Baby Bjorn for $20! It's the kind that Kevin and I registered for at Target that costs $129 new so we saved $109 (actually we saved $129 because my mom bought it for us)! I took it home and washed it and it's as good as new. Yay! Our first official piece of baby gear (that is used, but whatever). Then my dad ordered our second official piece of baby gear: a travel system stroller/carseat thing. It's exactly the one we (I) wanted and I even assembled it all by myself. Now there's a big yellow and black stroller and carseat sitting in the corner of our living room. It almost looks like we might have children living here or something. :) Very cool (and weird).

Hell has literally frozen over

It's supposed to snow tonight in Panama City. Yes, snow. Snow. Snow!? Can you believe it? There's not supposed to be any accumulation, but still. Snow. In Florida. Crazy. Kevin and I will not be here to witness it, if it does, because we're going to visit family in SC. So we'll miss this oddball weather.

Snow (it's frozen over) in Florida (Hell).

At long last

A baby belly photo - this one is when I'm 24 weeks and 2 days (not that I'm counting or anything...)



And just because I had to - here's a photo of Ruby with our redneck/homemade/posterboard-and-duct-tape cone to keep her from bothering a sore spot on her paw. Doesn't she look happy? (Don't worry, the next day we went out and bought a real cone; but I have to say, I was equally impressed and highly amused by this one.)

Very funny story

I'm at work today. I've been helping these two old white ladies, who were probably in their late 70s or early 80s, who were just laughing and giggling and having a great time back in the dressing rooms. They were walking around in their underwear, declaring things about their butts and how sexy things were. I just went on about my business. Then they came to the cash register to pay for their stuff. In walks our mailman. He's a very nice man in his late 30s or so. Anyway, I said hello to him and reached for our mail. One of the ladies turns around (keep in mind she's at least 70) and the following exchange takes place:
Old lady: (to the mailman) "Hi! How are you feeling today?"
Mailman: (distracted, looking for any mail we may have to send out) "Good, good, good." (I take the mail from him and he starts walking toward the door).
Old lady: "Well...You look good. Mmm."
Me: (I don't say anything, but I almost drop the shirt I'm folding and fall over laughing.)
Mailman: (doing a double-take, then chuckling) "Thanks!"
Then for the rest of the transaction, I proceed to try very hard not to laugh or even smile because if I do, I will not stop.
After that, the ladies keep jabbering and start talking about a top on a mannequin that's kind of low cut. One lady (the other one who wasn't talking to the mailman) said, "My! That's low cut! I could never wear that!" The other lady (the mailman lady) said, "Oh, yes you could. You just let it come down till it hits your areola."
At this point, I'm dying. I'm trying so hard not to start laughing and appear rude. Luckily, by then, they were done and headed out the door, laughing and joking and enjoying life.
I hope I'm that spunky when I'm 70 - but perhaps without the areola tendencies.