A small thing...

It may seem small and insignificant, but its a huge step for me.
It's taken me 13 months, but i can finally say that...I can fit in to EVERY SINGLE thing in my closet again!
I've been at my pre-pregnancy weight for about 2 months now, but when i look in the mirror, it still doesn't quite look like me. But even though i was down with my weight, i still had a few pair of pants that either didn't want to button, or were tight. Well, yesterday, the last pair of those pants went on no problem. Yes, some of those pants are tight, but they were tight before, so i don't count it as a bad thing.
My next goal is to make all those tighter pants loose.

A morning update...

So i had plans to have lunch with my best friend this morning. Needless to say those plans are no longer. Why, you may ask? Because she is seriously sick. Morning sickness strikes again. Boy am i glad i only had 1 or 2 days of morning sickness when i was pregnant. It doesn't even SOUND fun! I really feel bad for her. I hope it goes away soon.
Talking to her, though, did make a part of me really miss being pregnant. The excitement of hearing the heartbeat for the first time, the joy of feeling the baby kick for the first time, and just the awesomeness of growing a little person inside of you. Now don't get ahead of yourselves, this is NOT a message or a clue or anything. Don't get me wrong, it's all awesome and stuff, but i'm totally not ready for another baby just yet. We need to get a bigger house before we can have another baby, that's for sure. We are looking for that house right now though. I think Frank is more anxious to get the new house and have another baby right now than i am...but i also think that is because he hates living in town, and he doesn't have to be the one that actually carries the baby for 9 months. But he wants kids 1-1 1/2 years apart, and i want kids 2-3 years apart. Looks like i win :)

Tonight i'm gonna party like it's 1999...

Saturday night was my 10 year high school reunion. It was the first time in 10 years that i really started to feel my age. That all changed by Sunday morning...well, maybe Sunday night.

I wasn't sure i was going to go to my reunion at first. There are always those people that you really just don't want to see ever again, and you'd be happy. Well, i figured there was going to be more people there that i WANTED to see than i didn't, so i sent in my response.

Of course, in typical Stacey fashion, i missed the bus over to the reunion. So Frank drove me over. Why didn't he stay, you ask? It wasn't all my fault. True, i didn't want to have to sit and babysit him all night long while he looked uncomfortable around people he didn't know...but he was ok with staying home! He hates being around people he doesnt know, especially in large groups. He actually seemed quite happy to stay home.

Upon arriving at the reunion, i knew immediately that i made the right choice in going. I was greeted by people i haven't seen in what seems like forever, and it was like we didn't miss a beat. We picked right up where we all left off in high school, except more mature (yes, i'm saying i'm mature...don't be surprised).

Our room was very elegant and fancy. And of course, it was all decked out in red, white and black.

There was a great food spread, which included all kinds of appetizers, cakes, cookies and candy. And you guessed it, all in red, white and black!

After a great dinner, we had a band ~Deuce~ perform for the remainder of the night. They were quite good, but it was so much better when our classmate Terry got up and performed. He has his own band, and they are really popular and quite good.

You would think it was our senior prom again, how we all got along.

It was most appropriate that Terry play our class song, and we all got together and sang along.

After a long night of drinking, we all got back on the bus to make the trek home. But, in typical Mount Carmel (and class of 99) fashion, we weren't done yet. We had the bus driver drop us off at the Pine Burr Inn, where we continued drinking and partying until we could all barely stand.

It really turned out to be a great time, and i'm so glad that i went afterall. Thanks for the memories 99. We really are the best class of the century.

Looking to buy a bridge...

If anyone out there has a bridge that they want to sell, i'm sure my husband would be willing to buy it.

My hubby is the most naive person i know. The house he wants is $105,000. The person selling it is going through a divorce. Supposedly they have to sell it for what they owe on it. Ok, i get that. But these people have lived there for over 15 years now. I don't care how many renovations you do to a house, there is no way that you could still owe over $100,000 on a house you've lived in for over 15 years. No way!
Frank thinks it's a great deal, and we should just offer the $105,000 AND to pay the closing costs ourselves. I think he's out of his tiny little mind! If i did that, i would feel like i was being taken for a fool. Frank swears that the house and the garage are worth way more than that, and that we'd be getting such a great deal. If someone isn't willing to negotiate, even a little bit, i'm not going to be taken for a fool. And i'm not even totally in love with the house. I feel like there is so much work that needs to be done upstairs. The only thing i really love is the back porch and back yard. Frank just wants to garage, i know it.

How can i justify spending THAT much money on a house i don't LOVE?!

Stress stress stress...

I never figured building and buying houses would be this stressful. When we moved in here, i knew it wasn't going to be forever, but i never thought it would be this hard to get out!
First we decided we were going to buy a house (3 years ago). We went and looked at a few, and found one we thought we liked. We went through practically the whole process, and finally decided that the house just wasn't right for us. So we stayed put. Then, after we had Madylinn, we decided that building a house was a great idea, especially since the market was down and it was mostly a builders market. We've been going through the process for about 6-9 months now, and it's very stressful. Now, Frank has decided that since he can't have everything he wants in a house, he wants to buy one again...and live there for 5 or 6 years, sell that and THEN build our house. He's so determined to buy a house that he's already found one, looked at it online, took me to a personal showing, and put in an offer! I'm not totally sure that this is the best house ever, and i'm definately not sure it's worth what they're asking for it...but he's sure. I think he's only sure because he wants the huge 3 car garage that comes with the house. I guess i have some thinking to do, and some arguing to do...and who knows, maybe even some moving to do.

Pondering the future...

I quite often catch myself staring at Madylinn. I know what you're thinking, you see her everyday, what is there to stare at? Well actually, there is lots to stare at, and to think about for that matter.

I often wonder, who will Mady be? Will she be famous, will she be happy? Will she be tall, or short? Will she be an athlete, or a bookworm? Will she have her blond hair and blue eyes forever? Will she skinny, average, fat? Will she be smart? Will she be motivated? Will she be independent? Will she want to go to college?

I have so many questions, and it will take what seems like forever to get my answers. I may not like all the answers i get, and i may be pleasantly surprised by some of them...but i will accept them all. I guess for now, all i can do is stare at her and wonder...and enjoy every minute i have with her. The minutes seem to go too fast lately. Can't we just freeze time for a while?

Spook-tastic Halloween...

If you didn't know already, we were "Old MacDonald's farm". Frank was the farmer, i was the cow, Mady was the chick and Dakota was the piggy.

Here is Mady doin her chicken dance, lol.

We entered in the Kulpmont Halloween parade this year. We were classified as a small group...i guess the dog put us over, ha ha ha. It was really fun to walk in the parade and see all the other really good costumes. I was pretty jealous that i didn't think of some of those things, but there is always next year. We did, however, win a prize for our efforts. I'm not sure what it is yet though, as we can't go pick it up until Thursday night. I'm thinking it's a gift certificate to a local restaurant, but that works for us! We love food!! Frank vows that we are going to start making floats and dressing up and riding on them in the parades. Sounds good to me, but we'll see!