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Monday, May 05, 2008

We R So Smrt

It is very interesting to me that, being such "intelligent" beings, we tend to create so much red tape and make things so complicated. Hmmmm...do we, aggregately speaking, like busy work? Or does it give us more of a sense of feeling more indispensable, or important, more needed? Or do we tend to be so paranoid that we make things more complicated, calling our obnoxious security blankets "caution"?
Maybe it's a combo. If it's a combo, it's been super-sized, man.
Can u tell I'm trying to buy a house, get moved, get my kids switched for a new school next year, etc etc.
Well, life feels crazy sometimes, but this cup of Joe is still easy and delicious! Hurray for Community! Besides, I put a little chocolate in it ---oh, I've found a happy place!! Don't tell Tom -- I'm in love with Joe. Joe Chocolate.
Does anyone know, does Calgon really work?
I think when we move, I'm not going to take anything with me. Just us peeps. Then, I won't have to wash any clothes, or dishes...maybe we could just live off coffee. We could pass the pot around, and then I'd only have to wash out the pot.
And maybe I could leave my car behind. We could just walk. That would force my daily planner to lighten up a lot -- I wouldn't be able to go very far very fast. Yeah, I'm like'n it.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Move'n & Shake'n

Well, I haven't blogged in a long time, but things have been so crazy busy and crazy.
I read Tom's blog (4/30) and was going to comment, but my comment was so long, I realized that I just needed to do a blog entry of my own...
Yes, it appears we are moving to Baytown.
Actually, we tried really hard to try to move to the Lake Jackson-Clute area. We've been going to the LJ Vineyard, and we love it there. I love everyone there.
I have some dear, dear friends in Baytown, so I'm excited about that. Yet I'm also feeling sad because I have dear friends in LJ.
I love everyone at the LJ Vineyard soooooo much! I plan on still visiting time to time, calling folks to talk, and hopefully still getting to hang out sometimes.

I have experienced at some other churches (not Vineyards, but I will leave them nameless) that members seemed to just cross me off their mental list of "friends" when we moved, as if moving meant we just moved on without them. I don't see that type of tendency in the lovely folks at the LJ Vineyard, so I don't think that will happen.

But sometimes past sad or bad experiences can leave us a bit concerned concerning any similar circumstances that come along. It's natural to see or feel patterns in life, wether it is reality or not. If the pattern does prove true, some people will say things like "yep, that's life" or equate it with "wisdom." If it doesn't prove true, some people accuse the pattern-seer of a myriad of negatives such as projection, etc.

But, the pattern I've seen and experienced with the folks at LJ Vineyard is that they are not the type to drop friends. Very VERY loving people, who see well beyond the walls of a church building, building true relationships that last.

Wow...I hope everyone at LJ knows how deeply and eternally I love them, and that they will not put me on a "past friends" list. Well...I'm going to do my part, though, because I'm still going to keep in touch!

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

ennui

For me, being a housewife scks rocks! I find it boring and I STINCK at it. That is all.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Made an offer!

Uh-oh. We made an offer on a house yesterday evening. Tee- hee. If I understand correctly, the agent will not get the offer through to the seller until Monday. I'm trying to not hold my breath. I'm also trying really hard to not get too excitedly attached in case it doesn't work out (but I'm really just in denial, because I am excited.) I'm trying to not start packing and boxing up belongings, but there are visions of duck tape and boxes dancing in my head! I can't wait to label the boxes..."kitchen"..."kids' bath room"..."play room"..."movie room"....hee..hee-hee...WEEEEE!
I'll wait to say where it is until it's a go. Because it won't matter if our offer's not accepted.
But keep an eye on Tom's blog. He might spill the beans.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

On the Road Again???

Are we moving? Hmmmm...
About 16 years ago, Tom moved me, very pregnant with our first baby, plus two cats, a whole bunch of fuzzy, crazy, adorable kittens, and a little U-haul of our meager belongings hitched up to the back of our 1978 black Camero, from Louisiana to Houston. If I remember correctly, it actually took two trips to move our stuff. (And that move was an adventure - a whole 'nother story in itself!)
Anyway, my entire life -all 19 years of it, tee hee- I just knew that I would always live in Louisiana, and of all places, I would never live in Houston. So, when I found out that we were moving to Houston, I was quite distraught. Feeling our precious baby growing and moving in me, I knew that I had to go for Baby, for financial reasons. I told myself to think of the Baby, suck it up, and do it for him.
But I was majorly depressed over it. I comforted myself by saying that we'd only live in Houston for 6 months, maybe 1 year tops, until the economy got better for us in Louisiana. Well...obviously that didn't happen.
All these years I've been trying to be a good trooper, a sweet wife by not driving my husband nuts about it - I'm afraid I haven't fared very well with that, actually. Thankfully, Hubby has been very kind with me about it.
Now, I'm not saying that we're moving back to Louisiana (darn), but it looks like maybe we are going to get to move outside of Houston. It's kinda crazy, really - we will both have to commute. And so it's not Louisiana, but it's not officially Houston.
I'm trying soooo hard to not get my hopes up, because it's not for certain just yet. But I've been trying to get the heck outa here before I even got here. I can still remember when we first entered Houston - as I saw the landscape turn into concrete, and the tall bridges and humongous buildings and nasty pollution and nastier bill board advertisements, tears just poured down my checks. I was trying so hard to have a good attitude about it, but I felt like I was having an anxiety attack or something. I wanted to just jump out of the moving car and run back home.
So I'm still not going back home, but maybe I'll at least be able to get outa here!
*and I'm sorry if I've offended anyone who loves Houston - but it's my blog, so deal. HA! *
I've been trying so hard all these years to come to be happy here, but I just can't. I want to be a happy person for everyone, but my heart has been aching for so long. Waaaaa...I'm homesick. But apparently God had/has other plans. I know God's plans are better than anything I could plan, but knowing that doesn't get the country outa the girl. I am the Wayfar'n Stranger. I can change my grammer, even my accent, but not my heart.
If I cain't go back, I hope I can at least get out of here a little ways, even if we do have to commute. But I don't know fer sure just yet.
But am I being selfish? ...Will I push my Hubby too hard to have to drive so much? Will it drive my kids nuts? And while you're telling my fortune...what's the winning lotto numbers for next week?