from my house to my house

Last night, my mom and dad spent their last night at 8035 sw 98th terrace. Almost 33 years in that house. its unbelievable that going "home" will no longer be to that cozy, happy place.

Yikes, this is too sad for me to talk about, think about, or write about. its hard enough trying to imagine not dialing 3052714614 anymore. So, i thought i'd have something happy in this little blog here, from our house =).



This is our mantle. Yes, we have a fireplace! No, we've never used it (brooks said it will fill the house with smoke--to which i asked what then was the chimney for--to which i got no answer. go figure). Not to worry though, because this preggo wants nothing to do with heat, fire, or potential smoke in any way, shape, or form. I day dream of glaciers and chattering teeth. its so HOT here.

This preggo also rambles, in case you hadn't noticed, or even if you had. i'm just acknowledging it here.

These lovely roses were grown in our garden. Mom: remember when you bought me this little lady in Milwaukee? Its one of my favorite vases. i can change her hat but cutting flowers... like a mr potato head (that is living, female, and interchangeable parts that are grown separately... or something). AND, milwaukee means she has survived 3 moves. See, i can hold and transport something without dropping or breaking it =). Good news for baby girl.