In transition

Today we will test that old adage. Moncks Corner Weather Report

Baby Mark does not have spina bifida. His spinal column is normal and the spinal cord itself is not tethered. I can now quit panicking.

(I should have posted this Friday afternoon, but in my relief, I promptly put all the worry behind me.)

Gnats are back and are driving me crazy. The weather is so pretty. The air conditioning is not going on, yet. So, now I’m dealing with gnats. They are laughing at out our windowscreens. They don’t even slow down; I can hear them chuckling as they manuever past.

Do they sell windowscreens with a weave tight enough to prevent the gnat invasion? Most of the house is fine, but they love my kitchen window. Last night, I blew up at my husband and son, real mature, I know. I’d been trying to prepare dinner and at first I thought it was just a couple fruit flies, until they began to bite me as I was peeling vegetables. My patience quickly dropped to nil as I swatted the little bastards and began to have that creepy, nasty feeling one gets if someone so much as mentions lice. Ugh. I have since apologized for acting like an ogre.

Why would gnats be attracted to my kitchen window more so than another? Is it the water or food? Are there any natural ways to encourage them to move along? I’m really not ready to give up and turn on the AC; I love the fresh air.

Baby Mark needs an ultrasound, today. He has a deep dimple our doctor says may be indicitave of spina bifida occulta and that we should be conservative and have it checked out. Even though my rational mind knows this is what we should do, the other part of me wishes he had said, “You’re being paranoid; no more Internet research for you.”

Obviously, this was not the answer I received.

Today we will be heading downtown to MUSC. My mother works across the street, so she will watch Sir Thousand Hands during the appointment. Here’s where the taste of her own medicine comes in. Every time we visit her she loads my kid up on sweets. I don’t keep candy in the house, so by the time we leave he’s a spun up, sugar encrusted meltdown. Thanks Mom!

Anyhow, this morning I made our Friday morning treat, oatmeal with maple and brown sugar. I neglected to put away the syrup. A few moments ago I turned at a funny sound. STH was chugging syrup.

Ooooh Grandma, you have no idea what you are in for, today.

Miss Ivy, I think I found a book we might both be interested in, The Stakeholder Society. You can find out more, here Economy, Reality, and Us

I found it just meandering through the blogs. I was still cringing from a particularly painful one that probably had music (I mute my sound when I gamble like that). “Wot R u duing?” I know my grammar is far from perfect, but they should bring back flogging for these atrocities.

No really, it isn’t fast at all, it’s immobile.

What am I babbling on about?

Why my husband’s mustang, of course. You see, fourteen months ago he took a perfectly working engine out of his perfectly good car, because it wasn’t fast enough.

How’s that working for ya?

Keep in mind, I have produced a fully functioning human in less time.

Now, I torment him with MustangRolling‘s blog. “Hey Tim, look at this, their car works, why doesn’t yours?”

I think I’m going to start changing our wallpaper to pics of mobile mustangs. I would really like to park in the garage, on occasion.

I found them! In the laundry room of all places. Anyhow, my sink traps are now clean, so I guess that’s the upside.

The downside is that it’s 9am and I’m ready for a drink. Can we say, “Mama is a lush?” haha Very old pic, but it shows the earring I was looking for.

Well, it is shaping up to be a beautiful day. We’re headed off to Wannamaker.

I have misplaced my earrings. I know I picked them up to put them on as we were getting ready to drop Aidan off at my friend’s.

I’ve even pulled the trap off the sink.

I really, really hope Tim picked them up and put them in his pocket.

I packed my camera and stole away to Cordesville, this afternoon. It was a gorgeous day and I had some great captures, most of which I’ll be posting on my deviantART site. I did not know you could walk down to the Cooper from Old Strawberry Church. I must have been out there for an hour or two and didn’t see a soul, not even Little Mistress Chicken. Growing up I was told the church was haunted by six children, but I haven’t found the story with Google. Does anyone know the ghoststory?

I am so excited to have finally found my fellow Palmetto bloggers. Now, Ivy, don’t get me wrong, I love reading all about Nashville and I can’t wait until I can get back up there.

To my fellow Sandlappers*, hello! I’m Heather. I grew up in Ladson and came down with wanderlust in my late teens. I moved to Va Beach, back to the Charleston Area, then byway of my husband, spent five years in Purgatory aka St. Paul, MN. My cross country adventures have taught me to appreciate my true home.

I’m a stay at home mom to two boys, although we really do very little staying at home. We love the Charleston County park system and all this area has to offer. I feel if you can’t find something to do around here, you certainly aren’t trying.

Anyhow, it is a pleasure to meet you.

*Does anyone else remember that song from state history class “We are good Sandlappers?”