Don't Pray for Patience!

Ho hum. We are just sitting around, watching our toe nails grow. Life is on the verge of changing for us, and there is NOTHING WE CAN DO TO SPEED IT UP! It feels a lot like those last few weeks of pregnancy (love you EM) when you know it's coming, you feel like you're going to POP, but you just have to wait it out.

I am not known for my patience. I'm the girl who calls you on the phone several times in succession, until you pick up. Children are supposed to help develop this virtue; but I find they are only aggravating my condition. Everything is going in slow motion, like we are underwater- and I'm completely sober!

So don't pray for patience, because you're bound to get lots of practice. Instead we pray that our house will magically close tomorrow! See how practical I am? In the meantime, we trim our nails.

Drumroll, Please

So I didn't want to disclose our exciting news until everything was signed and certain. But as you see, that could take a very long time. We are currently in the process of buying our first home, and are very excited. It has been nearly ten years of renting, and I believe the time has come for a bit of escrow. The home is perfectly placed .4 miles from Shane's work, and the boy's school, and our church. We feel very blessed to have found our little dream house. Things are still in process, but we are pretty sure that all will go through. Call it stupidity or faith; we're definitely counting our chicks.

This may be a bit of a let down to you, if you were expecting some earth shattering news (not quite a skinhead, but I did cut NINE inches off my hair); but we are pretty elated. Wish us luck in the mad world of mortgages.

Hold on....Something's bound to happen

I am reluctant to post until I have concrete evidence of something exciting. So we may seem boring- but really all the good stuff is in the works. Just be patient my little amigoes, and hopefully I'll have a hand-clappin' good post in the near future. In the meantime we are all flouishing in the Texas winter and lovin life. Even when it's hectic, crazy, loud and looney; Life is good.

Is trying enough?

Every year I set the same goals; more or less. I see so many holes that need to be filled. There is a mammoth pressure to be more than I am now. I have been reading inspiring posts from dear friends who aspire and inspire. I want to catch their vision of a positive, productive future. Yet, too often I am just plain stuck; stalled in my own quick sand of fatique. I feel like my intentions are good, like I really am trying as much as I can; but we inevitably fall short. Are my goals too high? Possibly my thoughts are too low. I just don't think that trying is enough anymore. There are people, cute, little people who depend on me, and a network of friends and strangers that I am meant to lift. Am I enough?

I don't think mine is a singular experience. And though self perception plays a role- it is not the only qualifier. We all struggle in different ways, and the ebb and flow of our lives brings us to different places. I don't need reasurance that I am special or able. I know that. I just need to vent and allow that I am far from my original goals. They are the same- but I am not. I guess our ladder to our potential is so long that we're not always sure if we have made any progress. It's still just one rung after another. I am trying and I guess that has to be enough, because there isn't anyother option.

Move on. Move on to where? And when does the moving stop?

This line from my childhood seems appropriate as I look at my family; particularly, my baby girl. She's a walking fool! She actually kind of waddles in a bowlegged kind of way. We wondered when she would decide to move vertically. With her it is not a question of ability- but motive. One day at 16 months she was ready, and BAM! My baby grew up. It's just a bit odd to look around and see this tiny little doll baby walking with the big boys.

 

I can't get enough of this girl!

Sniff, Cough, Blow- repeat.

We are all sick. It started with one and then it went down like dominoes. I'm not sure what to call it- maybe just the just leave me here to rot virus. I can't even muster up the energy to take us to the doctor. So I have to diagnose myself. Symptoms are: fever, cough, runny nose, sinus pressure, ear aches, body aches, irritability, loss of appetite, sour throat, excess mucus, lethargy, and overall bad attitude. I think that covers it. We are treating with vapor rub (on feet too!), Ibuprofen, saline, triaminic, orange juice, Diego, peppermint tea, and Leave it to Beaver. So far only one recovery. Seth was able to come through to the other side and even went to school today, after a full 6 days of sickness. So I figure we have another three weeks to go before we can all face the day snot free. So far 2008 makes my head hurt.

I have a disease!

I don't know how I got it. I was so careful, avoiding any contamination from anyone else who had it. I washed my hands after even coming into contact with the idea. I even was on a strict daily treatment. And I still caught the disease. I am now a Grey's Anatomy junkie. I am addicted. I thought not having a television would keep me from it- but no- thanks to the blasted collection of the series that you can buy (or borrow from a friend in my case) I'm hooked. I can't even watch just one episode at a time. I watch the entire season! Now the other symptoms are becoming apparent: the bags under my eyes from staying up all night watching, the ever increasing feeling that I know and understand the practice of medicine and surgery, the haunting feeling that my new friends are around me all the time (fictional characters do not exist!), and the intense desire to lock my children away so that I can watch more without corrupting their young minds. Help me! I'm so very sick. I'm currently lost in the middle of season 3. There is a long road of healing in store for me.