i haven't been able to drink milk since i watched food, inc last month.

today i decided to buy shatto milk bc i know those cows aren't hurt on the sweet little missouri family-owned farm.

i really thought this would end my new repulsion of milk. but i open it and it's rotten. not just sour kind of rotten. it's a cottage cheese kind of rotten.

but instead of immediately throwing it away, i squeezed the cute bottle of shatto milk. and the cottage cheese kind of rotten milk shot through the hole and landed all over me. and my hair.

i spent the next few minutes in the bathroom with the dry-heaves.

and i will never drink milk again.

brody is going to have to learn to open and pour his own.

bathroom remodel finished. oh...and the hallway too. thanks to brody.

his artwork took a lot of behind the scenes cleanup on my part. it was worth it. he's such a sweet little helper.

can you believe 1 room is completely done? finally. this morning i even replaced the tub's drain and overflow by myself.

now back to the kitchen. someone save me please.

waiting for toy story 3 to begin in a less than crowded theatre, brody turned to me and asked "mommy, why doesn't anyone want to sit by me?"

and my heart shattered in a million pieces.

i wish i could talk about things that i want to talk about. a few more weeks maybe. gah.

my new obsession. do you know how hard it is to make a layered rainbow cake? i don't either. but i plan on learning. bc it's a rainbow. and a cake. 2 of my fav things.

ya, i do too.

anymore.

my friend, amy, can do anything. really. she's a fantastic mom. wife. friend. photographer. cook. everything.

but she gets me in trouble. she makes me believe that i can do the things that she can do. and i just can't.

but we got ourselves in trouble together with these cabinets. 2 homes and neither of us have finished. and it has been weeeeeeeeks.

first pic was taken tonight for amy to share in my misery.

the cabinets have been now sanded inside & out (thanks to the power-sander my mom gave me). and 2 coats of primer inside & out. and lots of "this stupid bleeping house".


problem though is all the cabinets are here. in the garage. un-sanded. un-primed. un-painted. oh and see that door. for some reason i decided to take it out of my bathroom. and i can't get it back on. so now our bathroom is door-less.

so instead of finishing all of the above projects, i started a new one. it gives me a sense of accomplishment. even though i did nothing but call the guy to come do it. and write him a check. same thing i should have done with those kitchen cabinets.

last month brody was complaining to his teachers that his ear hurt. no fever, it just hurt. so i took him to the pediatrician just to be sure he didn't have an infection.

he didn't.

just wax build up that she removed with a plastic q-tip.

took 2 seconds.

and i just got a bill for $300.

next time we visit i plan on asking her for one of the q-tips. then i am going to poke her eyes out with it.

my friend told me to rent 500 days of summer. so it made my blockbuster queue and i watched it tonight.

same story. my story. only backwards. she looks like me but acts like him and he looks like him but acts like me. you still with me? oh, and the setting is a greeting card company. really.

freaked me out. my new #1 movie that i hate. although i loved it. i hated it even more.

tonight i am crying for a friend of a friend. life can be confusing. and unfair. and cruel.

as they remove their 4 year old boy from life support, i will go get mine out of his bed so i can hug him tighter and longer.

brody, if you don't listen to your teachers today you don't get to watch astro boy tonight.
ok, if i don't listen today i will watch a different movie tonight.
no, you won't watch any movies tonight.
yes, that's right mom, good job.

and moments later -

mom, listen to your boss today and be a good girl. if not, you don't get any movies tonight.
uhhhh, ok...?

where'd this kid come from?

sometimes you just need to go home. and roast marshmallows. that makes everything better.

i don't know why i do this to myself. really, i don't.

sometimes i think i am in over my head with this house.

last fall i wrote a post about being too scared to go into the crawl space. i needed to change the furnace filter before winter. never did. brody's dad told me the other day that the filter needs to be changed for the air conditioner too. ugh.

i really thought he would go down there for me. seriously. i did. he even got as far as opening the little crawl space door. then he got scared too and refused. then he walked back in and accidentally broke my screen door. so my filter is still old and now my screen door is broke.