House For Sale: Come On In.

Have I mentioned to you all that our house in on the market? Well, it is. For Sale By Owner. In other words: horrible.

The words "Showing available by appointment only" apparently mean nothing to some Hattiesburg residents. Last Sunday, Trey and I just enjoyed a peaceful Sunday afternoon nap when we decided to go into the living room (in our PJs, no less) to watch a little of TV (on our new TV and cable, no less) when a family of 5 knocked on our door and demanded a tour. Demand is a harsh word, I know, but there I was in an oversized T-shirt and Trey's boxers with a 3 year old running through the living room, 5 month old crying and a mother requesting to see the kitchen. There was nothing I could do but excuse myself as I go to our bedroom to put on...um....under garments.

This Sunday a women showed up an hour early for her showing. In broken English, she told us she wanted the house but didn't know how to buy it.

Money, lady. We want your money.

Geez. We get about 7-10 calls a day about our house, have shown it to about 4 families/couples/singles, but no offers. The one bathroom is killing us. Well, people, it's killing me too. One lady did ask if she could take Sophie instead of the house. No woman. My

malte-malte-poo-poo is not for sale. Get out.

I remain faithful.

I will keep you posted.

In other news, Henry likes to dance. Kristen, Laura, Henry and I went to eat Mexican the other night and on the way back to my house the radio was playing "Apple Bottom Jeans". Don't judge. It was his first taste of music other than kindermusic and church song

s. And from the looks of his dance moves, he liked it. During the "Low, low, low" part, he went crazy. dancing, clapping, laughing and singing "Low, Low, Low"

We have it on video. I would share, but the 3 Tomlinson sisters sound like a bunch of laughing hyenas in the background. Quite terrible. Just use your imagination.

So now Kristen said he asks for "Apple Bottom Jeans". He will randomly started singing "low, low, low".

He also learned his full name. Henry Thomas. In his words: "Henie Nomas"

Love that kid.

Here is a picture of him laughing at his Lita, my mama, last weekend:

Bye for now.

it's been a while. and i feel missed.

a terrible thought entered my mind the other day: maybe I should delete my blog. But then "Anonymous" reminded me that I am wanted.

and so i continue my love of the blog.

Big news in the Skaggs home: We bought a TV the other day. This is no small feat, mind you. Have you met Trey? He long thought such things were a waste of time and energy. We have had the large 1992 curved tube in our living room since marriage. With no cable. Trey thought this was the normal way of living. "Cable will rot our brains", said he. Well, after hitting the side of the TV when the picture went away during a rowdy episode of Wheel of Fortune on the local channel, Trey announced that, yes, he wanted a new TV. So off we went. I could faintly hear the music of Rocky playing in the background. It was a big step in our marriage. We bought our TV (nothing big, but flat and new. and when you push channel up, the TV doesn't turn off). We also pick up a DVD player since our current DVD player tends to stop movies mid-way, with no avail of starting it back up.

So a week has past with our new TV and DVD player. We were watching our 1 channel on our nice TV when Trey announced that he was thinking about cable. Hurricane season is coming up and he is a sucker for the weather channel. Surprised and shocked, I decided to say nothing, for it might jinx it all.

Well, friends, at 8 a.m. this morning, cable was installed at the Skaggs home. I can hardly wait to watch Jon and Kate plus 8. Don't call me for like a week...I will be busy.

In other news, we have a house guest until October. My eldest sis - Kristen. She is doing a surgery rotation in the Burg so lives with us from Monday -Thursday from July until October. She is having fun, actually - never is on call and actually gets 4 days of un-interrupted fun with little Henry, who is brilliant, by the way. The kid is 19 months and says 5 syllable words ("Happy Day, Daddy", for example) and says "Bess you, mom-eee" when Kristen sneezes. I pretty much love this kid.

That's all for now.

No fear, I will be back.