Our neighbors are moving. Again.
Well, technically "they" aren't moving "again" so much as the house next door is for sale again.
We've been in our house for three years now, and this house has been sold at least twice. Does that seem unusual to anyone else?
I think it's because the house is haunted. My mom thinks it was because of the neighbors (aka, US). Superman thinks it was because one of them got a job elsewhere.
Should we ask instead of guess? Probably. But we most likely won't. I mean...it's kind of hard when you're talking to someone and your Chihuahua is barking madly and taking a poo in their freshly-mowed lawn (see the bad neighbors category).
I kind of wish the old lady two doors down would leave so she'd stop calling the cops on us. Yes, this has happened -- a friend of mine parked in front of her house, and her front tire was tourching the woman's curb. The neighbors on the other side of us park in front of our yard all the time. No big deal. I certainly don't call the cops on them.
So if any of you are looking for a home in a squished subdivision and don't mind living next door to a couple whose dog will fertilize your lawn, let me know! ;)
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
My dad
I have to write this quickly. Why, you ask? Because me, my mom, and my dad are going to church this morning. =)
I say that with a smile because I know that my parents' love for the Lord has influenced my life tremendously, and it's nice to know that you have parents who pray for you and your husband.
I almost didn't come see them this weekend. I was tired, I have tons of studying to do, a house to clean before Superman comes home from his weekend golf excursion, etc. The excuses run on for days. But yesterday, after visiting with Rachel, I decided, "Let's go surprise Dad."
"Hello?" he answered the phone yesterday after I packed up Superdog and a change of clothes and headed north.
"Hey, what y'all doin' tonight?" Yes, my Southern accent affects my words and my verbs.
"Oh, I don't know. We're going to see Papa Mac (my dad's father) at about five. What are you doing?"
"Driving."
"Oh? Where are you going?"
"To your house."
"You are?" he asked excitedly. "Well, that's just great! You can come with us to Papa Mac's and we'll go get dinner..." He started listing off things we could do.
"Well, I just wanted to call you beforehand so I could make sure that you didn't have plans tonight," I said.
"Aw," Dad said, "you know we'd change plans for you."
=)
Superman and I have got one great father (as Dad calls my hubby his son, I'm countin' it.)
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Now it's time to go to church.
I say that with a smile because I know that my parents' love for the Lord has influenced my life tremendously, and it's nice to know that you have parents who pray for you and your husband.
I almost didn't come see them this weekend. I was tired, I have tons of studying to do, a house to clean before Superman comes home from his weekend golf excursion, etc. The excuses run on for days. But yesterday, after visiting with Rachel, I decided, "Let's go surprise Dad."
"Hello?" he answered the phone yesterday after I packed up Superdog and a change of clothes and headed north.
"Hey, what y'all doin' tonight?" Yes, my Southern accent affects my words and my verbs.
"Oh, I don't know. We're going to see Papa Mac (my dad's father) at about five. What are you doing?"
"Driving."
"Oh? Where are you going?"
"To your house."
"You are?" he asked excitedly. "Well, that's just great! You can come with us to Papa Mac's and we'll go get dinner..." He started listing off things we could do.
"Well, I just wanted to call you beforehand so I could make sure that you didn't have plans tonight," I said.
"Aw," Dad said, "you know we'd change plans for you."
=)
Superman and I have got one great father (as Dad calls my hubby his son, I'm countin' it.)
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Now it's time to go to church.
Friday, June 19, 2009
She's going the distance...She's going for speed...
Hello, friends. As you read this, please note that I am on No. 7 of 10 shots of espresso in about a 16 hour time frame.
Doctors out there -- don't judge. And if there are spelling/grammatical errors, lovingly ignore. ;)
I drove to and from Super Duper University last night. Class let out at 10:15 p.m. My mom rode with me to help keep me awake (she doesn't see well at night). I drank an iced latte before class and a white chocolate mocha (let's get those sugar calories going) when I left.
We arrived home at 2:11 a.m. I was up again before 7 and had to be at work at 7:30.
WOO HOO!!!!
It was actually kind of funny this morning when I went to the coffee shop. Jonathan, the owner, looked at me. I nodded. He nodded in return. And then he handed me an extra large Americano -- six shots of espresso + water.
I am working on my second of five hours at work today (Thank goodness for short days!!).
I'm not functioning all too quickly today by any means, but I am getting work done (contrary to what this blog signifies). And then I'm going home and taking a loooonnnggg nap.
Peace out, y'all.
Doctors out there -- don't judge. And if there are spelling/grammatical errors, lovingly ignore. ;)
I drove to and from Super Duper University last night. Class let out at 10:15 p.m. My mom rode with me to help keep me awake (she doesn't see well at night). I drank an iced latte before class and a white chocolate mocha (let's get those sugar calories going) when I left.
We arrived home at 2:11 a.m. I was up again before 7 and had to be at work at 7:30.
WOO HOO!!!!
It was actually kind of funny this morning when I went to the coffee shop. Jonathan, the owner, looked at me. I nodded. He nodded in return. And then he handed me an extra large Americano -- six shots of espresso + water.
I am working on my second of five hours at work today (Thank goodness for short days!!).
I'm not functioning all too quickly today by any means, but I am getting work done (contrary to what this blog signifies). And then I'm going home and taking a loooonnnggg nap.
Peace out, y'all.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
WYAW: Kid time (For yourself...not those you gave birth to)
I LOVE What's Your Answer Wednesdays! I LOVE them because I get to find out more about YOU!
I'm a big kid at heart. I really am. I love going to zoos and playing hide and seek and eating junk food. I don't ever want to actually grow up. So...let's talk about kid stuff!
1. What was your favorite game growing up?
2. What do you do with your kids (or, if you're like me, do you expect you'll do with future children) that's really more of a treat for you than them?
3. Did you eat your veggies as a kid?
4. What's your earliest memory?
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My answers
1. Hide and seek. Hands down. I was a superb hider. Didn't like seeking (though you only had to catch one person...).
2. Go to Disney World (We went there on our honeymoon). Or maybe just TCBY for ice cream...Yummm...a peach milkshake sounds soooo good right now.
3. Ew, NO! I vividly remember one time my mom soaking broccoli in cheese sauce and me STILL not eating it. Now I'll eat broccoli plain. I love it!
4. The first house I remember living in was on the corner of two highways, and we had huge trees in our yard (maybe they weren't that huge, but they were to me). My dad hooked a rope swing on one of the top branches and would swing me higher and higher on it -- and I loved every second of it. Hmmm...that's probably why I like roller coasters now...
Your turn!
For more WYAW fun, visit Linda!
I'm a big kid at heart. I really am. I love going to zoos and playing hide and seek and eating junk food. I don't ever want to actually grow up. So...let's talk about kid stuff!
1. What was your favorite game growing up?
2. What do you do with your kids (or, if you're like me, do you expect you'll do with future children) that's really more of a treat for you than them?
3. Did you eat your veggies as a kid?
4. What's your earliest memory?
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My answers
1. Hide and seek. Hands down. I was a superb hider. Didn't like seeking (though you only had to catch one person...).
2. Go to Disney World (We went there on our honeymoon). Or maybe just TCBY for ice cream...Yummm...a peach milkshake sounds soooo good right now.
3. Ew, NO! I vividly remember one time my mom soaking broccoli in cheese sauce and me STILL not eating it. Now I'll eat broccoli plain. I love it!
4. The first house I remember living in was on the corner of two highways, and we had huge trees in our yard (maybe they weren't that huge, but they were to me). My dad hooked a rope swing on one of the top branches and would swing me higher and higher on it -- and I loved every second of it. Hmmm...that's probably why I like roller coasters now...
Your turn!
For more WYAW fun, visit Linda!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
This really happened
I've really been running on empty the past few days regarding ideas for blogs. Not that I haven't been really busy...My mind's just been ridiculously turned "off."
I was reading Brooke's blog about the results of her weekend garage sale when I started to remember the two garage sales I have participated in during my life, and...well, the first one, at least, is definitely interesting...
"It's the garage sale EXTRAVAGANZA!!! Books, clothes, furniture, DVDs, and so much more!! All to benefit the American Cancer Society!! Participate in the cause with our garage sale!!"
That was the gist of our ad we placed in the paper. Tina, one of our relay team members, was the classifieds director. Can you tell?
We got up in what I thought was the middle of the night (about 5 a.m.) to get things ready for our 6 a.m. opening time. People began showing up at 5:30...with flashlights.
But they weren't our first customers. Tina had people come to her house (the garage sale site) the night before. Yeah. That's right.
Around 6 a.m., when the sun was finally beginning to rise, we had a ton of people -- and a ton of stuff. A lot of our coworkers had donated for the cause, which definitely helped. Heck, we even browsed the area, looking for clothing that we'd want to purchase.
But first...the fight for the votive holder.
"This says it's a dollar," some woman called out to Tina. BTW, she was fighting for it with another lady, who was glancing over the clothing at the time. "Can I get it for 50 cents?"
Tina, who'd been through garage sales before and knew how to handle this, glared at her. "It IS for finding a cure for cancer," she replied.
The woman stormed off in a huff, but Tina did have a point. I mean...all profits DID benefit the ACS.
A few minutes later, after Tina walked inside, the other lady who'd been eying the holder, came up to me. "Can I get this for 75 cents?" she asked.
"Um...sure?" I said warily. I mean, this was my first garage sale. I didn't know how these things worked.
"Sold," she said, smiling, and walked off.
When Tina heard, she just laughed. I miss that girl.
(But I will see her in just a couple of weeks!!)
But the highlight of the garage sale came around 9 a.m., when we were lazing around and mainly goofing off. We still had a few customers, but they were trickling out.
And we did this to my dog.
She was not happy. And neither were we a bit later when some woman saw Superdog, sitting in my lap, and said, "I'll pay $200 for her."
My mouth dropped. "Uh...she's not for sale."
"Well, it SAYS 'Make offer,'" she retorted.
"It's a JOKE," I replied, holding Superdog tighter. I would punch people for my dog. I would.
And so this woman goes on this mini-rant, saying how she had been to this other garage sale where they had a price sticker on an (inanimate) object and it wasn't for sale, and she told her husband when they got in the car that she wasn't going to take it anymore, and she was going to buy the next thing that had a sticker on it, whether or not it was for sale.
Tina came over and pulled the sticker from poor Superdog's head. She seemed annoyed, but thankfully, it didn't seem to hurt her.
"She's not for sale," I repeated.
Oh, and then the woman talks about how her husband just lost his little Chihuahua and how happy it would make him to have another one. Uh...I really hate that, but...NO.
She finally, FINALLY left, thank goodness, but not before saying, "If she follows me, I'm taking her." And then whistled for Superdog to come.
Superdog didn't move. I held her collar fairly tightly, but she wasn't eager to follow.
She knows who loves her. ;)
We made about $300 on the garage sale (that's what happens when about 10 people contribute), which was good. But I did learn one valuable lesson:
Leave the pup inside.
I was reading Brooke's blog about the results of her weekend garage sale when I started to remember the two garage sales I have participated in during my life, and...well, the first one, at least, is definitely interesting...
"It's the garage sale EXTRAVAGANZA!!! Books, clothes, furniture, DVDs, and so much more!! All to benefit the American Cancer Society!! Participate in the cause with our garage sale!!"
That was the gist of our ad we placed in the paper. Tina, one of our relay team members, was the classifieds director. Can you tell?
We got up in what I thought was the middle of the night (about 5 a.m.) to get things ready for our 6 a.m. opening time. People began showing up at 5:30...with flashlights.
But they weren't our first customers. Tina had people come to her house (the garage sale site) the night before. Yeah. That's right.
Around 6 a.m., when the sun was finally beginning to rise, we had a ton of people -- and a ton of stuff. A lot of our coworkers had donated for the cause, which definitely helped. Heck, we even browsed the area, looking for clothing that we'd want to purchase.
But first...the fight for the votive holder.
"This says it's a dollar," some woman called out to Tina. BTW, she was fighting for it with another lady, who was glancing over the clothing at the time. "Can I get it for 50 cents?"
Tina, who'd been through garage sales before and knew how to handle this, glared at her. "It IS for finding a cure for cancer," she replied.
The woman stormed off in a huff, but Tina did have a point. I mean...all profits DID benefit the ACS.
A few minutes later, after Tina walked inside, the other lady who'd been eying the holder, came up to me. "Can I get this for 75 cents?" she asked.
"Um...sure?" I said warily. I mean, this was my first garage sale. I didn't know how these things worked.
"Sold," she said, smiling, and walked off.
When Tina heard, she just laughed. I miss that girl.
(But I will see her in just a couple of weeks!!)
But the highlight of the garage sale came around 9 a.m., when we were lazing around and mainly goofing off. We still had a few customers, but they were trickling out.
And we did this to my dog.
She was not happy. And neither were we a bit later when some woman saw Superdog, sitting in my lap, and said, "I'll pay $200 for her."
My mouth dropped. "Uh...she's not for sale."
"Well, it SAYS 'Make offer,'" she retorted.
"It's a JOKE," I replied, holding Superdog tighter. I would punch people for my dog. I would.
And so this woman goes on this mini-rant, saying how she had been to this other garage sale where they had a price sticker on an (inanimate) object and it wasn't for sale, and she told her husband when they got in the car that she wasn't going to take it anymore, and she was going to buy the next thing that had a sticker on it, whether or not it was for sale.
Tina came over and pulled the sticker from poor Superdog's head. She seemed annoyed, but thankfully, it didn't seem to hurt her.
"She's not for sale," I repeated.
Oh, and then the woman talks about how her husband just lost his little Chihuahua and how happy it would make him to have another one. Uh...I really hate that, but...NO.
She finally, FINALLY left, thank goodness, but not before saying, "If she follows me, I'm taking her." And then whistled for Superdog to come.
Superdog didn't move. I held her collar fairly tightly, but she wasn't eager to follow.
She knows who loves her. ;)
We made about $300 on the garage sale (that's what happens when about 10 people contribute), which was good. But I did learn one valuable lesson:
Leave the pup inside.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Caffeinated Randomness: IM Conversation
Welcome to this week’s edition of Caffeinated Randomness – and I’ve got a doozy for you!
I mentioned earlier this week that Superman is now on facebook. For those of you who aren’t on FB, there are different random quizzes you can take…Such as the “Which Arrested Development character are you?” one. Arrested Development is one of our favorite shows. It’s the story of a dysfunctional family who loses all their money and the one son, Michael, who is constantly struggling through the series to bring them all together. Other main characters (relevant to this blog) include Tobias, the psychiatrist-turned-actor son-in-law who has no common sense nor love for his hot wife, and Gob (pronounced Job), the wanna-be magician who…well, you’ll see.
(Instant Message conversation Wednesday morning – Ignore the SUPER BAD grammar errors – this was not a message to my professor, haha!)
Lois Lane II: there's a facebook quiz "which arrested development character are you?" I'm taking it now. You can find it on Ella’s profile
Superman: done
Lois Lane II: lol
Superman: you're going to have to forward it... Ella's not on my friends list yet
Lois Lane II: i'll try
Lois Lane II: okay i sent it
Lois Lane II: LOL -- I'm Michael (not really surprised, but I promise I answered them as truthfully as possible)
Lois Lane II: have you done it?
Superman: oh no
Superman: i'm GOB
Lois Lane II: hehehhehehe
Lois Lane II: How did you end up Gob?
Superman: geez, that’s not embarrassing
Superman: It says, You are not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You seek power, fame, & riches above all other things. You typically have no sense of other people's feelings & emotions, and your libido is out of control!
Lois Lane II: I straight up just snorted in my office
Superman: can i take it down???
Lois Lane II: lol, just don't publish it, that's fine
Superman: I ALREADY PUBLISHED IT
Lois Lane II: Ella was Tobias, if that makes you feel any better
Lois Lane II: Go over to the side of it and hit remove -- but it's no biggie. We all knew your libido was out of control
Superman: IT'S NOT LETTING ME!!!
Superman: got it
Superman: Phew
Lois Lane II: better now?
Superman: much better
Superman: my goodness, that was embarrassing
Lois Lane II: well, unfortunately, you know that's probably going to come up on everyone's feed, don't you?
Lois Lane II: you can't take that down
Superman: well, i'm pretty sure it's real time... meaning if i remove it, it'll be removed from them, too
Superman: right?
(For those of you wondering, it did NOT show up in the feeds...)
For more caffeinated randomness, visit Andrea!
I mentioned earlier this week that Superman is now on facebook. For those of you who aren’t on FB, there are different random quizzes you can take…Such as the “Which Arrested Development character are you?” one. Arrested Development is one of our favorite shows. It’s the story of a dysfunctional family who loses all their money and the one son, Michael, who is constantly struggling through the series to bring them all together. Other main characters (relevant to this blog) include Tobias, the psychiatrist-turned-actor son-in-law who has no common sense nor love for his hot wife, and Gob (pronounced Job), the wanna-be magician who…well, you’ll see.
(Instant Message conversation Wednesday morning – Ignore the SUPER BAD grammar errors – this was not a message to my professor, haha!)
Lois Lane II: there's a facebook quiz "which arrested development character are you?" I'm taking it now. You can find it on Ella’s profile
Superman: done
Lois Lane II: lol
Superman: you're going to have to forward it... Ella's not on my friends list yet
Lois Lane II: i'll try
Lois Lane II: okay i sent it
Lois Lane II: LOL -- I'm Michael (not really surprised, but I promise I answered them as truthfully as possible)
Lois Lane II: have you done it?
Superman: oh no
Superman: i'm GOB
Lois Lane II: hehehhehehe
Lois Lane II: How did you end up Gob?
Superman: geez, that’s not embarrassing
Superman: It says, You are not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You seek power, fame, & riches above all other things. You typically have no sense of other people's feelings & emotions, and your libido is out of control!
Lois Lane II: I straight up just snorted in my office
Superman: can i take it down???
Lois Lane II: lol, just don't publish it, that's fine
Superman: I ALREADY PUBLISHED IT
Lois Lane II: Ella was Tobias, if that makes you feel any better
Lois Lane II: Go over to the side of it and hit remove -- but it's no biggie. We all knew your libido was out of control
Superman: IT'S NOT LETTING ME!!!
Superman: got it
Superman: Phew
Lois Lane II: better now?
Superman: much better
Superman: my goodness, that was embarrassing
Lois Lane II: well, unfortunately, you know that's probably going to come up on everyone's feed, don't you?
Lois Lane II: you can't take that down
Superman: well, i'm pretty sure it's real time... meaning if i remove it, it'll be removed from them, too
Superman: right?
(For those of you wondering, it did NOT show up in the feeds...)
For more caffeinated randomness, visit Andrea!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
It's the final countdown
Thirteen days left.
That's how many more days Superman will be employed.
That's how many more days until he gets switched from his insurance to mine, upping our monthly insurance bill from about $260 to $450.
That's how many more days there are until our new budget for the university rolls around, and since I work in Louisiana and Bobby Jindal doesn't look like he's budging on helping us out, I'm probably going to have to take a 5% pay cut.
And we have to pay for medical bills...food...mortgage...electricity...gas...and everything else inbetween...
*breathes rapidly in a paper bag*
This is the right decision. I'm not even saying "I think" with that statement. I KNOW this is the right decision. We've been praying about this for a year, and we are fully confident that we are following God's will in this situation. We would not be able to do this without His support.
I tease Superman about having to start eating Ramen and biking to the grocery store, but we're not at that stage...yet. ;) We thankfully have been saving money for the past year and hording it away into a savings account, which will undoubtedly help.
I am worried, though. I know I'm not supposed to be because, like I said before, this is the right path, but I'm working on becoming an Olympic competitor in the sport of worry. And sometimes I even feel a little selfish, because with so many people in this country losing their jobs and worrying about them, here we are willing to give one up.
Don't get me wrong, though. Superman will be working on several things. First and foremost, he's starting a university sports magazine. How amazingly cool is that? We're really hoping that takes off and he can work soley on that, but this economy does stink. We'll find out soon, though, if that has the potential to actually work.
He's also driving me to Super Duper University every week so I can sleep in the car on the way home and be halfway tolerable at work the next day. He's also pursuing his master's degree in counseling. And going to be working to get our book (and other projects -- stay tuned for details) published. And going to be on the radio (and get paid -- yippee!!). And freelance for area papers (Pays little, but we'll take it!). And work with the media relations department at games (Show me the money!). Oh, and did I tell you that he's also going to grocery shop and cook me lunch and dinner (He's the cooker in this relationship, seriously. You should taste his chicken verona. Come over and visit, and I'll tell him to make it!) so I never have to go to that dreaded place again.
He's gonna be one busy little bee.
So keep us in your prayers in the following days, weeks, and months. This has not been an easy decision, but we do have a peace about it that only comes from God. We know it's going to be rough...but, hey, we were po' college students once. We'll weather through this storm.
And see what God has in store for us.
That's how many more days Superman will be employed.
That's how many more days until he gets switched from his insurance to mine, upping our monthly insurance bill from about $260 to $450.
That's how many more days there are until our new budget for the university rolls around, and since I work in Louisiana and Bobby Jindal doesn't look like he's budging on helping us out, I'm probably going to have to take a 5% pay cut.
And we have to pay for medical bills...food...mortgage...electricity...gas...and everything else inbetween...
*breathes rapidly in a paper bag*
This is the right decision. I'm not even saying "I think" with that statement. I KNOW this is the right decision. We've been praying about this for a year, and we are fully confident that we are following God's will in this situation. We would not be able to do this without His support.
I tease Superman about having to start eating Ramen and biking to the grocery store, but we're not at that stage...yet. ;) We thankfully have been saving money for the past year and hording it away into a savings account, which will undoubtedly help.
I am worried, though. I know I'm not supposed to be because, like I said before, this is the right path, but I'm working on becoming an Olympic competitor in the sport of worry. And sometimes I even feel a little selfish, because with so many people in this country losing their jobs and worrying about them, here we are willing to give one up.
Don't get me wrong, though. Superman will be working on several things. First and foremost, he's starting a university sports magazine. How amazingly cool is that? We're really hoping that takes off and he can work soley on that, but this economy does stink. We'll find out soon, though, if that has the potential to actually work.
He's also driving me to Super Duper University every week so I can sleep in the car on the way home and be halfway tolerable at work the next day. He's also pursuing his master's degree in counseling. And going to be working to get our book (and other projects -- stay tuned for details) published. And going to be on the radio (and get paid -- yippee!!). And freelance for area papers (Pays little, but we'll take it!). And work with the media relations department at games (Show me the money!). Oh, and did I tell you that he's also going to grocery shop and cook me lunch and dinner (He's the cooker in this relationship, seriously. You should taste his chicken verona. Come over and visit, and I'll tell him to make it!) so I never have to go to that dreaded place again.
He's gonna be one busy little bee.
So keep us in your prayers in the following days, weeks, and months. This has not been an easy decision, but we do have a peace about it that only comes from God. We know it's going to be rough...but, hey, we were po' college students once. We'll weather through this storm.
And see what God has in store for us.
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