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02.12.09 | Already February

It's already more than a month into the new year and I am just now getting on here. Just so busy and this is a low priority since I don't think anyone comes here anyway. But I do like to post random stuff and print it out at the end of the year. Replaces the diary concept because I know for a fact I'd never find the time to sit and write anything worthwhile by hand. Not that I consider many thoughts I post here very worthwhile either.

We are in the process of putting our house on the market. Karl and I spent an excruciating five days painting, repairing, cleaning and clearing the house so it shows well. It was hard work but the excellent part about it all was how well we worked as a team. We got a ton done in an amazingly short amount of time with absolutely no fighting. It's so clean and looks so good that I wish we lived with it in this condition all the time.

It's a scary thing to sell the house and not have another house waiting for us. What if we don't find what we like right away? I guess we'll move into an apartment until we do which doesn't sound great but we won't have much of a choice. Since we plan on being in this area for a long long time I want something I love... not something I can't wait to sell again. I like our current house but it's too small for us now. Karl will be the most sad to leave it. It was his first house and it's location is fantastic. If only we could double it's size, add a big yard and garage! Then we'd stay!

Work is good. We're under new management yet again but my job hasn't changed too much yet. I'm just rolling with the changes.

Killian is very good. He's now 9 months old and makes me wonder how the hell he got to be 9 months old so fast! He's a lot of fun and a lot of work. He's in constant motion, into everything and very much keeping us on our toes. That old saying of no rest for the wicked is proving very true for me lately.



PHOTO OF THE MOMENT

Killian loves to help Mila eat her food. If she notices him heading for the kitchen she sprints past him to get to her food first. Yes, my boy eats dog food. Not well though. It's a little too hard for him and once I've had to give him a good slap on the back when he started choking on it. He repaid my kindness by barfing in her water bowl.

More Photos at killiantamai.shutterfly.com

BOOKS

Living Dead in Dallas by Charlain Harris
Club Dead by Charlain Harris
Dead to the World by Charlain Harris
Dead as a Doornail by Charlain Harris
Definitely Dead by Charlain Harris
All Together Dead by Charlain Harris
From Dead to Worse by Charlain Harris
The Know-It-All by A.J. Jacobs

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TRAVEL

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  I made an airplane out of stone. . . I always did like staying home. - Stone Airplane by Shel Silverstein