somethingaboutschloemers

Bam.  Gone.  Yes! Wednesday night, I left to go to the gym at 6 PM.  Our kitchen was clean and ant free.  When I got home at 7:30, the floor by the side door I came in was COVERED in ants.  Like, hundreds of ants.  EEEEWW.  That was one of the things I hated most about our house in Salem.  I thought maybe we had gotten lucky and wouldn't have to deal with that here.  Apparently, I was wrong. One tiny dropped piece of gram cracker was the culprit. I immediately recruited Jeffrey to come to the store with me to get some ant killer.  We settled on the little ant food/poison houses that we have used before.  They had worked at our last place pretty well so I hoped they would do the same here.  By yesterday morning, not much had changed.  The ants didn't seem to fond of my sneaky 'houses' and they were running around like crazy.  I was frantic to get rid of them.  I remembered something that had worked at our firs...

I wouldn't say that I am an overly emotional person.  I have always thought that I am pretty well in tune with them and they rarely get the better of me in situations.  My logic is usually able to balance things out. Yesterday, I was watching a show and there was a ballet scene featuring one single dancer on the stage.  She radiated strength, passion, and was so full of life.  It was so incredibly beautiful and as silly as it sounds, it brought tears to my eyes. When I was younger, I can remember my Mom getting teary eyed over everything.  We could be watching a movie or tv show and she would be wiping her eyes over a beautiful song, reuniting of a family, a piece of music, anything.  I remember always thinking that it was so silly.  Call it genetics, but I now do the same thing.  Maybe it's growing up and being more secure in who I am, but it happens, often.  I am usually able to feel it coming on and quickly distract myself ...