I need to get home because I need my Momma & my sissy needs me. My sister, Summer, is making me an Aunt again. Little Morgan Claire is expected to arrive anytime before November 15th. The stress of possibly not being there for her arrival has been making me batty for weeks. It's Summer's job to have the babies & my job is to take care of them all night while she recovers. I've only been able to do it once, but it's my favorite job in the world.
Last night, I searched the internet for hours looking for a plane ticket home. A plane ticket with a price tag that wouldn't force me to sell every organ that I don't use daily. This has been my ritual every night for the last 7 days, searching and searching until I fall asleep. This morning I woke up to a phone call from my sister telling me that my plane ticket was being taken care of.
Summer & my Mom work for one of the most generous men in the world. Without my asking, Isaac has done so much for me just out of the kindness of his ginormous heart. Things I could never thank him enough for. He's helped me shop for tires, gave me a part time job when I needed flexible hours, forced my Momma onto a plane to come visit me, taken me to lunch for my birthday and now he's making sure I'm home for the new baby.
In the last 10ish years he's done alot of fatherly stuff. So much that, if he doesn't step up his game, my own Pops might find himself on the "Daddy's for adoption" line. There's no way I could ever repay Isaac for all that he's done for me, nor do I think he expects it.
When I get home in 13 days, right after I squeeze my Momma & sissy, I'm gonna hug his neck so tight that he's gonna need a chiropractor. I may even drive him there, that's what any good pretend daughter would do for her pretend Daddy.
I'm a lucky girl and I'm so thankful everyday for the people in my life.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Comfortable...it's not always a good thing.
Let me start this by stating that I am NOT a writer. I promised my good friend, Marilyn, I'd tell her this story. Here goes.....
Several months ago, I met some folks that have the right idea about life and living it to the fullest. I'll need a whole 'nother blog to tell ya'll about how awesome they are and how they've affected me. Anyway, after my last birthday (no, I'm not saying what number birthday it was), I realized that I was pretty frustrated with the way my life was playing out. So, I took a step back to examine, take inventory and pinpoint my frustration. My job is the right job for me, it's a good job and I LOVE it. I’m blessed with an amazing family, even though they’re a thousand miles away. I couldn’t ask for better friends, I’ve already got the best. It's not a bad life I have, by any means, but it wasn't going the way I'd hoped.
So, here's what I came up with…my life had become too comfortable. It wasn’t a good comfortable, but a rather warped version of it. I am a highly adaptable person and for years I’ve been adapting to “the way things were” good or bad. Meanwhile, all the things that I’d hoped to do with this lifetime were tossed by the wayside as life trucked along and I made small adjustments in the name of comfort. Something had to change and, although I am adaptable, all out change frightens me.
The first thing in the line of fire was my apartment. I loved my small overpriced apartment, it was in a great area and I felt safe there. Even though it was terribly far from work and took almost every dollar I had to stay there, I loved it. It forced me to get a part time job to allow for any fun money. However, the part time job didn't allow much time for fun. I knew I needed to get out, but that meant having to search for a new place and move. So, in the name of comfort I renewed the lease, reluctantly, for 2 years.
When I received the renewal letter in April of this year, I began the search for a new apartment. I found one right above my "adopted" sister (adopted, because she is the only one left here of the group I moved up here with from Louisiana AND because I've made her my family.) I put down the application fee and deposit, then went to my apartment office to give notice.
Twelve days before I was to move, the whole deal with the new apartment fell through. I used the precious moments I had off, in between the jobs and packing, scrambling around to find somewhere to live. I searched high and low for places, even drove through some scary parts of town. However, needing immediate move in with a dog, I had no luck. So I ran back to my apartment office with my tail between my legs and begged to sign on for another year. The office manager regretfully informed me that they had a renter scheduled for move-in 1 week after my vacate date. THIS is the moment that pure panic set in. I was down to 7 days to get out and nowhere to go! I considered attaching a mailbox to my car and taking up residence there.
A friend suggested I check Craigslist. To which I replied, "No way! People die from Craigslist!" She laughed and assured me there are normal people on there too. At this point I didn't have much to lose, so I browsed the "for rent" ads and found most of the same places I had already contacted. Then she told me to check out the "roommates needed" ads. I do hate living alone, but thinking about living with complete strangers scared the life outta me. Again, I had nothing to lose.....so I did it. I perused through ads from college kids needing a roommate and creepy men offering free room and board for my "availability". Then I saw an ad that read "Room available in an executive townhome on the lake". I opened the ad to read more "One room available for rent...We are 2 women in our 50's but we still work. We enjoy a nice quiet, drama free life on the lake. We love cats, but we're allergic to them. However, a dog is welcome in the home." It sounded too good to be true! I was scared-er than scared but I answered the email.
The next day, now 6 days left to get out, I received a reply that said they would like to meet me & Bailey with a phone number to set up an appointment. I called immediately and set up an appointment for the next day. To ensure that I wasn't setting myself up to appear on the missing people report at 10:00, I googled the name of the email sender, drove by the address given to me and shared this address with my Momma in Louisiana in case I disappeared. This way, if need be, she was able to lead the cops to my chopped up parts with no problem. My panic was eased some when I bent my dear friend Vicky's ear through some rather frantic and lengthy emails. Vicky is a friend that says things to me like "Just make sure you're the main character because they always survive the slasher movie." and "pay attention to your instincts, what your intuition tells you and you'll be fine." at precisely the right time. I adore her.
Bailey and I met Eileen & Tedda at their house on a Tuesday at 6pm. I was now 5 days away from my vacate date. They gave us a tour of the BEAUTIFUL house. We talked for 3 hours with the understanding that no decision would be made that night, but we would contact each other by email on Thursday. I knew my answer immediately-YES, can I start moving tomorrow? Before I left, they had a talk and offered me the room that night because I had to be out of my apartment so soon. It was all I could do not to hug them until they suffocated! That was the moment that the panic left me.
The move was horrible, brutal and every other word that could be used to describe something that just plain sucked.
Everyday I feel rewarded for having survived the move. I absolutely love my roommates, we get along magnificently, they already feel like family and they adore my (now terribly spoiled) dog, Bailey. The house is gorgeous, has a lake in the back and is 7 short miles from work. I'm extremely happy and super excited about getting on with the fun part of living and starting some of the things I'd hoped to be doing at this age.
Now for pictures of my favorite place to hang out...
Several months ago, I met some folks that have the right idea about life and living it to the fullest. I'll need a whole 'nother blog to tell ya'll about how awesome they are and how they've affected me. Anyway, after my last birthday (no, I'm not saying what number birthday it was), I realized that I was pretty frustrated with the way my life was playing out. So, I took a step back to examine, take inventory and pinpoint my frustration. My job is the right job for me, it's a good job and I LOVE it. I’m blessed with an amazing family, even though they’re a thousand miles away. I couldn’t ask for better friends, I’ve already got the best. It's not a bad life I have, by any means, but it wasn't going the way I'd hoped.
So, here's what I came up with…my life had become too comfortable. It wasn’t a good comfortable, but a rather warped version of it. I am a highly adaptable person and for years I’ve been adapting to “the way things were” good or bad. Meanwhile, all the things that I’d hoped to do with this lifetime were tossed by the wayside as life trucked along and I made small adjustments in the name of comfort. Something had to change and, although I am adaptable, all out change frightens me.
The first thing in the line of fire was my apartment. I loved my small overpriced apartment, it was in a great area and I felt safe there. Even though it was terribly far from work and took almost every dollar I had to stay there, I loved it. It forced me to get a part time job to allow for any fun money. However, the part time job didn't allow much time for fun. I knew I needed to get out, but that meant having to search for a new place and move. So, in the name of comfort I renewed the lease, reluctantly, for 2 years.
When I received the renewal letter in April of this year, I began the search for a new apartment. I found one right above my "adopted" sister (adopted, because she is the only one left here of the group I moved up here with from Louisiana AND because I've made her my family.) I put down the application fee and deposit, then went to my apartment office to give notice.
Twelve days before I was to move, the whole deal with the new apartment fell through. I used the precious moments I had off, in between the jobs and packing, scrambling around to find somewhere to live. I searched high and low for places, even drove through some scary parts of town. However, needing immediate move in with a dog, I had no luck. So I ran back to my apartment office with my tail between my legs and begged to sign on for another year. The office manager regretfully informed me that they had a renter scheduled for move-in 1 week after my vacate date. THIS is the moment that pure panic set in. I was down to 7 days to get out and nowhere to go! I considered attaching a mailbox to my car and taking up residence there.
A friend suggested I check Craigslist. To which I replied, "No way! People die from Craigslist!" She laughed and assured me there are normal people on there too. At this point I didn't have much to lose, so I browsed the "for rent" ads and found most of the same places I had already contacted. Then she told me to check out the "roommates needed" ads. I do hate living alone, but thinking about living with complete strangers scared the life outta me. Again, I had nothing to lose.....so I did it. I perused through ads from college kids needing a roommate and creepy men offering free room and board for my "availability". Then I saw an ad that read "Room available in an executive townhome on the lake". I opened the ad to read more "One room available for rent...We are 2 women in our 50's but we still work. We enjoy a nice quiet, drama free life on the lake. We love cats, but we're allergic to them. However, a dog is welcome in the home." It sounded too good to be true! I was scared-er than scared but I answered the email.
The next day, now 6 days left to get out, I received a reply that said they would like to meet me & Bailey with a phone number to set up an appointment. I called immediately and set up an appointment for the next day. To ensure that I wasn't setting myself up to appear on the missing people report at 10:00, I googled the name of the email sender, drove by the address given to me and shared this address with my Momma in Louisiana in case I disappeared. This way, if need be, she was able to lead the cops to my chopped up parts with no problem. My panic was eased some when I bent my dear friend Vicky's ear through some rather frantic and lengthy emails. Vicky is a friend that says things to me like "Just make sure you're the main character because they always survive the slasher movie." and "pay attention to your instincts, what your intuition tells you and you'll be fine." at precisely the right time. I adore her.
Bailey and I met Eileen & Tedda at their house on a Tuesday at 6pm. I was now 5 days away from my vacate date. They gave us a tour of the BEAUTIFUL house. We talked for 3 hours with the understanding that no decision would be made that night, but we would contact each other by email on Thursday. I knew my answer immediately-YES, can I start moving tomorrow? Before I left, they had a talk and offered me the room that night because I had to be out of my apartment so soon. It was all I could do not to hug them until they suffocated! That was the moment that the panic left me.
The move was horrible, brutal and every other word that could be used to describe something that just plain sucked.
Everyday I feel rewarded for having survived the move. I absolutely love my roommates, we get along magnificently, they already feel like family and they adore my (now terribly spoiled) dog, Bailey. The house is gorgeous, has a lake in the back and is 7 short miles from work. I'm extremely happy and super excited about getting on with the fun part of living and starting some of the things I'd hoped to be doing at this age.
Now for pictures of my favorite place to hang out...
The other side of the front door.
My favorite place ...the kitchen.
Dining Room
The living room
My 2nd favorite place...the deck.
The roomies! Eileen on the left and Tedda on the right, I'm so lucky to have found them.
We took this when my Daddy and niece came up to visit. 
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