So much has changed!!
We bought a house. A whole house! OUR house! Ours to decorate, fix, fight and love in. Ours. It's such a grown up thing to do, gross. ;) One of my many quirks is that I'm not settled until everything is in it's place. So while we've only been there 2 months, it looks like we've been there for at least 10 years. :) And I was comforted with how immediately it felt like home. We moved in and it was ours. Crazy!
I've been a wife for a whole year now. WOW!! It's always amazing to me how fast and slow a year can be. Sometimes I feel like we've been married FOREVER and other times it feels like yesterday. I love my husband and I love being his wife. And there's nothing I would change. I've learned a few things throughout the year. I learned that I'm horribly impatient and I have to make a conscience effort on a daily basis to not fuss about things that don't warrant being fussed about. I'm a little high strung (imagine that!), but I'm working on that. I learned Daniel makes me laugh! He brings me joy, frustration and laughter and I wouldn't trade him for anything. :)
I need a career change. I'm not in love with my job anymore. There are things going on that I really don't like and I think it's time I move on. I never meant to stay here as long as I did, this was going to be a stepping stone until my wedding business was up and running. But thanks to a failing economy, that has taken a back seat. Now I want something new. But I don't know what. I worry I'm to old to not know what I want to be when I grow up. I look at job postings and nothing speaks to me. I feel selfish. I tell myself I shouldn't be picky; but then I tell myself there's no reason leaving a job you tolerate for another job you just tolerate. I should hold out for something I am really interested in, right? Argh, grown up decisions are dumb. :)
With everything unpacked and things settled, I'll try to post more. The whole house hunting experience was a story in it's self! :) Until then....
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
A Plague on both your houses…
Just so you know, I’m TERRIFIED of roaches. They’re NASTY. And not only are they nasty but they fly. Really?! And somehow they can sense my fear and therefore seek me out with their little evil nastiness. I’m completely convinced they are a result of sin. Now you know.
I work with a bunch of boys in a Studio that is completely closed off to the rest of the world. I’m not a messy person. I work with messy boys but I do not fall in to that category. I get to work Monday morning and find droppings around my desk. UNCOOL!! They’re around my keyboard, around my lava lamp and in my cough drops. Apparently what ever it was (there’s still a debate; I think it was an evil roach and they think it was a mouse. I could be ok with the mouse idea, they’re cute!) had a bit of a cough. I go in to complete Melt-Down Mode. I start calling everyone building related, “There is something pooping on my desk!” Of course they laugh! Who wouldn’t? A half hysterical girl calls screaming “there’s poop on my desk!” from out in the hall because she refuses to enter her quarantined room would probably make me laugh too. Seriously, I’m hysterical and close to tears. I recognize the humor but am also terrified something is still watching me, waiting for me to open that drawer or move that coffee cup before it attacks. My two helpful boys offer to come and “tag the evidence”, nice. My dear friends in the warehouse tell me between chuckles they’ll get someone up there soon and whatever it is won’t come out with me there. Encouraging. I spend the rest of the day with things “crawling” up my pants and avoiding my office.
So at 4am this morning my husband LAUNCHES himself out of our bed shaking the room as he does so. I sit up startled, what’s going on? He’s prone to nose bleeds and I see him standing over the sink so I think maybe that’s the problem. He settles down and I ask him what happened. He tells me there was a bug on him. Great. So I foolishly ask what kind of bug. He hesitates…then finally admits it was a roach. Melt-Down mode again.
He looks at me, “was this one of those times I should have lied to my wife?”
Yep, I’ve been up since about 4 am….
I work with a bunch of boys in a Studio that is completely closed off to the rest of the world. I’m not a messy person. I work with messy boys but I do not fall in to that category. I get to work Monday morning and find droppings around my desk. UNCOOL!! They’re around my keyboard, around my lava lamp and in my cough drops. Apparently what ever it was (there’s still a debate; I think it was an evil roach and they think it was a mouse. I could be ok with the mouse idea, they’re cute!) had a bit of a cough. I go in to complete Melt-Down Mode. I start calling everyone building related, “There is something pooping on my desk!” Of course they laugh! Who wouldn’t? A half hysterical girl calls screaming “there’s poop on my desk!” from out in the hall because she refuses to enter her quarantined room would probably make me laugh too. Seriously, I’m hysterical and close to tears. I recognize the humor but am also terrified something is still watching me, waiting for me to open that drawer or move that coffee cup before it attacks. My two helpful boys offer to come and “tag the evidence”, nice. My dear friends in the warehouse tell me between chuckles they’ll get someone up there soon and whatever it is won’t come out with me there. Encouraging. I spend the rest of the day with things “crawling” up my pants and avoiding my office.
So at 4am this morning my husband LAUNCHES himself out of our bed shaking the room as he does so. I sit up startled, what’s going on? He’s prone to nose bleeds and I see him standing over the sink so I think maybe that’s the problem. He settles down and I ask him what happened. He tells me there was a bug on him. Great. So I foolishly ask what kind of bug. He hesitates…then finally admits it was a roach. Melt-Down mode again.
He looks at me, “was this one of those times I should have lied to my wife?”
Yep, I’ve been up since about 4 am….
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
His turn in Freak Mode
My friend Amanda took me to lunch this weekend for my birthday. It started out as a rainy day and I offered to reschedule but she didn't mind the rain so our adventure began. She picked me up in her car and we headed out through the raindrops for some much needed pasta and girl talk. We make it to the restaurant very wet but not discouraged and enjoyed a fabulous meal. After the meal we head home...and the adventure begins.
When we get to the door of the restaurant it is raining so hard we can't see past the first row of parked cars. Awesome! She brings the car around and I jump in. We take a turn out of the parking lot and on to a very flooded road. It's raining so hard we decide the smart thing to do would be to pull over in a Valero station to wait out the rain. So there we sit with the doors locked watching it POUR while the roads around us disappear under water. Side advice for those of you who live in Houston: NEVER under any circumstances stop at the Valero on Fuqua & Gulf Pines to use the restroom. Trust me. That restroom made the bathroom in the movie Saw look clean. We sit there for about an hour when the rain starts to let up and we decide to brave the rain and head home.
I had been a dutiful wife and consistently called Daniel to let him know of our progress but he's a worrier and was not impressed that we left the shelter of the dirty gas station before the storm had passed. And I might have worried him with my "what's the right way to drive through high water?" question. Oops. We decide that getting on a freeway is the best bet since everything else is flooded. The roads are fine! It's just rainy but 45 North is smooth sailing. Amanda's husband calls to tell us the main road in to Deer Park is under water so I call my husband to check on an alternate route. Well, my husband is sitting at home watching the roads flood around our apartment knowing we're "out and about" and has entered "freak mode". He proceeds to tell me all the ways I can't go - not really helpful - and wants us to be careful and call him every 5 minutes.
I keep telling him "we're fine! It's just rain! We're not going to drive through high water! We're not dumb" but full swing "Freak Mode" has irrupted and this falls on deaf ears. We're talking and I miss his call, this doesn't help with the freak mode.
We finally get close to Deer Park and we decide we've been in the car so long we could use some ice cream. It has been 5 minutes so I call dear, sweet Daniel to let him know our progress and that we haven't floated away. We also let him know we're planning on stopping for ice cream, does he want anything? Wrong question again! My very patient husband looses his very patient cool.
"You're stopping for ICE CREAM?! Do you not understand what is going on?! The roads are flooded!! You can't get home!"
"So...does that mean you don't want anything?" I sweetly ask. I can picture him waving his hands in frustration.
"No, I want you to go to my parents house, they called and it's not flooded. Go there and wait for the rain to stop."
So we stop for our Blizzards and head to his parents house. We make it there safe and sound and he calms down the second he knows "we're fine."
The ice cream was refreshing, the visit was fun and the laughter was much needed. Amanda and I enjoyed our day! Daniel - not so much. And I'm pretty sure he's going to check the 5-day forecast the next time us girls want to get together. :) Fun times!
When we get to the door of the restaurant it is raining so hard we can't see past the first row of parked cars. Awesome! She brings the car around and I jump in. We take a turn out of the parking lot and on to a very flooded road. It's raining so hard we decide the smart thing to do would be to pull over in a Valero station to wait out the rain. So there we sit with the doors locked watching it POUR while the roads around us disappear under water. Side advice for those of you who live in Houston: NEVER under any circumstances stop at the Valero on Fuqua & Gulf Pines to use the restroom. Trust me. That restroom made the bathroom in the movie Saw look clean. We sit there for about an hour when the rain starts to let up and we decide to brave the rain and head home.
I had been a dutiful wife and consistently called Daniel to let him know of our progress but he's a worrier and was not impressed that we left the shelter of the dirty gas station before the storm had passed. And I might have worried him with my "what's the right way to drive through high water?" question. Oops. We decide that getting on a freeway is the best bet since everything else is flooded. The roads are fine! It's just rainy but 45 North is smooth sailing. Amanda's husband calls to tell us the main road in to Deer Park is under water so I call my husband to check on an alternate route. Well, my husband is sitting at home watching the roads flood around our apartment knowing we're "out and about" and has entered "freak mode". He proceeds to tell me all the ways I can't go - not really helpful - and wants us to be careful and call him every 5 minutes.
I keep telling him "we're fine! It's just rain! We're not going to drive through high water! We're not dumb" but full swing "Freak Mode" has irrupted and this falls on deaf ears. We're talking and I miss his call, this doesn't help with the freak mode.
We finally get close to Deer Park and we decide we've been in the car so long we could use some ice cream. It has been 5 minutes so I call dear, sweet Daniel to let him know our progress and that we haven't floated away. We also let him know we're planning on stopping for ice cream, does he want anything? Wrong question again! My very patient husband looses his very patient cool.
"You're stopping for ICE CREAM?! Do you not understand what is going on?! The roads are flooded!! You can't get home!"
"So...does that mean you don't want anything?" I sweetly ask. I can picture him waving his hands in frustration.
"No, I want you to go to my parents house, they called and it's not flooded. Go there and wait for the rain to stop."
So we stop for our Blizzards and head to his parents house. We make it there safe and sound and he calms down the second he knows "we're fine."
The ice cream was refreshing, the visit was fun and the laughter was much needed. Amanda and I enjoyed our day! Daniel - not so much. And I'm pretty sure he's going to check the 5-day forecast the next time us girls want to get together. :) Fun times!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Jean Shopping
It is SO hard to find THE perfect pair of jeans. I love jeans! I am blessed to work in an environment where jeans are the norm. But I hate shopping for them.
A while back I found the PERFECT pair of jeans at The GAP. They were perfect! They fit and made me feel cute and sassy! They didn't bunch in funny places and they didn't look painted on. They were wonderful. And then like everything else in life, they were gone! Oh I'm sorry, "improved".
Knowing the jeans wouldn't last forever I went back for more. I "fall" in to The GAP and head for the jeans. I spend the next several minutes shifting through jeans that no longer resemble the PERFECT jeans I'm searching for. One of those helpful, messy headed teens walks over to offer his assistance. I tell him I'm looking for some jeans just like the ones I'm wearing. He looks at them, "those are nice jeans!". "Yes I know, I want another pair. I got these from this store a few months back" I say. "Wow, yeah, we don't sell those anymore. But they do look awesome on you!" he offers. Well of course! Why would they keep my PERFECT pair of jeans on hand for me?! That would make life BORING and EASY and who wants that? Seriously!
So I'm back on the search for the NEW perfect pair of jeans. And when I find them, I'm buying every one they have in my size!
I can hear the masses coming. Rodeo is just a few days away and I'm less ready then I was last year. I'm dreading the crowds and the people and the problems and the hustle and.....pretty much every aspect of it. But it will go by fast...I hope.
A while back I found the PERFECT pair of jeans at The GAP. They were perfect! They fit and made me feel cute and sassy! They didn't bunch in funny places and they didn't look painted on. They were wonderful. And then like everything else in life, they were gone! Oh I'm sorry, "improved".
Knowing the jeans wouldn't last forever I went back for more. I "fall" in to The GAP and head for the jeans. I spend the next several minutes shifting through jeans that no longer resemble the PERFECT jeans I'm searching for. One of those helpful, messy headed teens walks over to offer his assistance. I tell him I'm looking for some jeans just like the ones I'm wearing. He looks at them, "those are nice jeans!". "Yes I know, I want another pair. I got these from this store a few months back" I say. "Wow, yeah, we don't sell those anymore. But they do look awesome on you!" he offers. Well of course! Why would they keep my PERFECT pair of jeans on hand for me?! That would make life BORING and EASY and who wants that? Seriously!
So I'm back on the search for the NEW perfect pair of jeans. And when I find them, I'm buying every one they have in my size!
I can hear the masses coming. Rodeo is just a few days away and I'm less ready then I was last year. I'm dreading the crowds and the people and the problems and the hustle and.....pretty much every aspect of it. But it will go by fast...I hope.
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