This is Drew trying on winter hats at target.

ahhh.. yes the holidays

For some reason I'm quite chipper in my mellowness, if that is even possible. I used to love the holidays when i was little, all my family gather round party presents. But this year, its talk of foreclosers instead of festivities, lack of money, lack of cold weather, and just a general gloom because no one in construction has work, and/or money.. sad sad sad. And yet I stil find myself playing christmas music, thinking longingly of a tree, which we arent getting this year, and just hoping for stability... soo sad mellow and hopefully chipper, that sums it up. Im excited to share Andrews first christmas with him, unfortunately walter will not be with us. Im flying to MA to visit my mom and sisters and he was originally going to come but money, that damn hinderence, wont allow it. Then his boys were going to come down but their mother wants them for christmas, so he will be alone. but he promised he will be with his family and friends and not be sad. And I'll be back the 28th, so I wont be gone for long. I leave on my birthday the 19th.. And will hopefully have a white freezing winter! i love the cold. Such a good alternative to the heat.. lol.
Andrew is growing more and more. Hes incredibly tall and still every chubby, he cruises with the best of them, and has now taken to letting go to try and do it on his own... lasts for a few second and falls on his butt, which he finds extremely funny, laughs a bit then tries again. He wants to do everything we do, and he loves to strum walts guitars...hes very active, nd my hands and brain are extremely full just trying to keep up with him..

BitterSweet

Its bittersweet to finally say my dad lost his house. Because Id hoped that that house would stay in our family forever. It was a great house. But my dad has been into drugs i guess the past couple years and going downhill, and just hanging around the wrong people... anyways the house, it sat on 20 aceres, was a 3/2 with an office, dining room living room and family room, then it had a 2/1 guest house with a pool. It was a nice house, and i grew up in it. I lived there for like 15 years, but my dad got it in the divorce and once my mom moved out he let his nasty whore girlfriend live there. so it has bad stigmatisms to anyways, but whatever. He remortgaged it to like 500,000 and he could support the mort and his habits, so he let it go. its bittersweet. And i never thought like when i was younger that id go from living there to the ghetto, and im aware how snobby that sounds but seriously i never thought. Ahh love lol