Lest there be any confusion . . .

While reading through your comments from time to time, dear readers, it occurs to me that maybe . . . just maybe . . . I don't always make as much sense as I think I do.

Today was one such day.

I'm sorry I have confused you so.

This post is dedicated to all the bewildered folks out there who are scratching their heads wondering why on earth they read this rubbish.

*Thank you*

1)  I realized that maybe you get confused as to who the kids are sometimes . . . what with the code names and such.

Although . . . I do have a sneaking suspicion that you all know darn well who this Lumberjackling is:

100 (meaningless) points to any one who can name that child of mine.

So, to help clear things up, I added a pictorial key to my sidebar.

Is it helpful?

Do you like it?

Thoughts?

Comments?

Concerns?

I got the idea from FringeGirl.  And she talked me through it.  Thanks, FringeGirl!

2)  We are not selling our current home.  We are hoping to use it as a vacation rental and if that does not work out, we will rent as a regular rental.

3)  The pie!  Ooooh . . . it did have a secret ingredient.  It is called Chocolate-Lined Strawberry Pie.

Stayed tuned and the recipe might make an appearance in an upcoming post.

4)  I do not have a baby in my tummy.  I am simply chubby.  And I eat pie.

5)  People were curious if I have seen the new house in Ruralville since I had been asking LJ details about the house.  I have seen the house, but have not seen the inside since mid-February, so my memories are slightly foggy.

As my facebookie-pals were informed earlier this very evening, my Lumberjack was not home this evening and I was having a most exasperating night with the bambinos.

I am thinking of creating an entire post out of the whole evening entitled, "Why Daddies Should Never Work Late."

Stayed Tuned.

Bubbles!

Too many bubbles!

I might, in fact, write the post to link up to Jess' blog carnival, FAB Friday, fabulous moments in parenting.  If anyone else is interested in linking up to her carnival, check it out, here.

So, while I was home with my little Bubble Makers, The Lumberjack was off at the new house doing some last minute rig-a-ma-roo.  And I asked him to take a few pictures for me so I could remember what this house we are moving to looks like.

So . . . here we go:

This is a part of the shop that I get to use as our school room.

Kitchen

No grand tile like my hunk-a-burning-love did for me, nor is there any under cabinet lighting.

Strike one, Ruralville

Laundry room, complete with a utility sink (holla!) and a weird hose, of which I suspect has something to do with that central vac business.

No beadboard.

Strike Two, Ruralville.

The deck off the dining room.

I likey.

That part of a person you see there is our realtor, Jason.

Not be confused with my brother-in-law, Jason.

Remember Jason?

I had to do it, folks.

I had to.

The basement family room area.

Where the Lumberjacklings will dwell, leaving me and LJ upstairs in quiet, clean bliss . . . right?

There is a picture of that door you just saw from the basement.

See the dining room deck?

Raise your hand if you think my boys will one day pee off of that there deck.

Some downstairs bedrooms.

For the Lumberjacklings.

Look!  There's Jason again!

Hi, Jason!

Main floor living room and you can see into the kitchen/dining room and the stairs lead up to a loft.

A loft?!

We're moving up in the world, Lumberjack.

We are moving up.

Windows from the living room.

All I can think about is how often I will have to clean them.

And there are no blinds!

The bears might see me in my unmentionables.

Fact:  The day I see a bear is the day I am moving back to civilization.

Alright!

Let me know if there are other confusions or quandaries!

Peace out!