okay, it’s time i shared my secret. although i don’t think it’s much of a secret any more. i moved-been there for a while. yes, again! to commemerate my new home with a new blog ( i know, i know you all probably hate me for this and really you don’t have to follow me) but i can’t deal with wordpress any more, no flexibility in the themes, couldn’t change colors or text size or font and placing photos was really difficult. i found i really missed blogger. someday i would love to have a custom blog that really shouts me! but until i’m willing to cough up the dough for that i will be using a free service, thank goodness for blogger. there you have it from the horses mouth and i swear this won’t happen again. please follow me and my follies. www.followmyfolly.blogspot.com
OMG. I seriously cannot believe it. We listed our house for rent this week and within hours had several calls on the place. Our first showing was today, two young (as in their mid 20’s) kids-brother and sister. Very clean cut and quite.
They came with their mom who was also well dressed and they were so polite and very interested in fact they were afraid we would give it to someone else. All this to say I think they will be good renters, pay on time (I think mommy and daddy with be helping out-which is ALWAYS nice) and take care of our house.
You really can tell a lot about a person from the first meeting.
Not only that but they want to move in right away. We were hoping to get some work done before people moved in, just small stuff here and there and remodeling the last bathroom but they were totally cool with us doing the work while they are living here. Meaning we will have one or two months of rent we were not anticipating.
I can’t believe how well this turned out for us and just proves prayer really does work (because we have been doing a lot of that lately). I do believe God paved the path for us today making it a little smoother journey as we go through this rough time. This is the first time I truly feel good about our whole situation.
Now if he would just answer my prayer of getting a million dollars…..
Petunia has a taste for the unusual. Things like rocks and dirt seem to be a favorite these days. She loves to roam the yard and sample a rock or two or maybe an entire handful of dirt. Mmmmm, she says.
The other day I saw her eat a fly. A dead fly that had been sitting in the window sill for day (or weeks or a year). I never bothered to remove it (them-I’m not gonna lie, there are a few dead flies in there). I mean they weren’t bothering me and of course I never imagined my child eating one. But eat one she did and said mmmmmmm afterwards.
Thank goodness she likes normal food too or I would really start to worry. I figure she’s just being a kid and exploring and soon she learn those things taste yucky and won’t be determined to sample them.
Today, her taste for the unusual took the cake. I was changing a messy diaper. You know the one, where stuff squirted out both leg holes and the back. It was a mess! Poo everywhere. Now, she’s put her hands down there before and I am quick to wipe them clean before she spread poo all over, but today there was such a mess I couldn’t keep the poo and Petunia contained and once again she put her hands down there and proceeded to pop them right into her mouth. She smacked her lips but thank goodness didn’t say mmmmmm. The whole time I’m totally grossed out and insead of using an entire box of wipes to clean her (and by this time me, I’m covered in poo too) I opted to throw her in the tub.
I know what your thinking. UGG. GROSS. SO DISGUSTING. But please tell me my kid isn’t the only one who has sampled her poo!
I’ve been at a loss for interesting topics to write about. Maybe because it’s always sunny here so the outdoors call my name or maybe because this move is consuming my brain and my creativity (probably this option). In either case I found some interesting tidbits about my home state. If you’ve ever lived in CO you will know what I’m talkin’ about.
When the weather report says it’s going to be 65 degrees, you shave your legs and wear a skirt.-for me at least 70!
It snows 5 inches and you don’t expect school to be cancelled.-more like 10 inches!
You have no accent at all, but can hear other people’s accents – and then you make fun of them.-I’m ashamed to say this is true🙂
‘Humid’ is over 25%.-not a fan of humidity
Your sense of direction is: ‘Toward the mountains’ and ‘Away from the mountains’.-so true
You think that May is a totally normal month for a blizzard.
You grew up planning your Halloween costumes around your coat.
You know what the Continental Divide is.–
You don’t think Coors beer is that big of a deal.-not a fave of mine-but we all know what my favorite beer is….any thing from New Belgium-yum!
You’ve gone off-roading in a vehicle that was never intended for such activities.
You always know the elevation of where you are.
You wake up to a beautiful, 80 degree day and you wonder if it’s going to snow tomorrow.
You don’t care that some company renamed it, the Broncos still play at Mile High
Every movie theater has military and student discounts.
Everybody wears jeans to church.-what’s wrong with wearing jeans to church??
You actually know that South Park is a real place not just a show on Comedy Central.-bee-a-u-ti-ful!
You know what a “Trust Fund Hippy” is, and you know their natural habitat is “The Republic of Boulder”.-don’t trust a hippy! just kiddin’
You know you’re talking to a fellow Coloradoan when they call it Elitches, not Six Flags.-good ole Elitches.
When people out East tell you they have mountains in their state too, you just laugh.-right on sista’, I would think it’s hard to beat 53 peaks at 14,000 ft.!
You go anywhere else on the planet and the air feels ‘sticky’ and you notice the sky is no longer blue.-so true, never moving from this state!
PS. I “stole” this from this blogging mama –milehighmama.
I’m reading. Yup, you read that right. A book. Not a magazine, although I do love a glossy mag. and can’t wait to delve into the new Real Simple. But right now what I’m reading has lots of pages. I’m reading Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia. I know I’m probably the very last person on earth to read this delightful book and I can see why it’s a best seller. I found several paragraphs that really spoke to me and thought I would share them. Elizabeth says is very well: (The following paragraph was taken directly from Elizabeth Gilbert’s book. Her profound words, not mine.)
“Faith is a way of saying, ‘Yes, I pre-accept the terms of the universe and I embrace in advance what I am presently incapable of understanding.’ There’s a reason we refer to ‘leaps of faith’-because the decision to consent to any notion of divinity is a mighty jump from the rational over to the unknowable, and I don’t care how diligently scholars of every religion will try to sit you down with their stacks of books and prove to you through scripture that their faith is indeed rational; it isn’t. If faith were rational, it wouldn’t be-by definition-faith. Faith is belief in what you cannot see or prove or touch. Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark. If we truly knew all the answers in advance as to the meaning of life and the nature of God and the destiny of our souls, our belief would not be a leap of faith and it would not be a courageous act of humanity; it would just be…..a prudent insurance policy. I’m not interested in the insurance industry. I’m tired of being a skeptic, I’m irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and parched by empirical debate. I don’t want to hear it anymore. I couldn’t care less about evidence and proof and assurances. I just want God. I want God inside me. I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.”
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While I’m packing up our lives, separating items into “storage” and “condo” I keep thinking someone is playing a huge joke on me. I keep hoping my husband will come home and say, guess what, I worked some magic and we can stay. But so far, as our possessions are slowly piled into boxes one by one, it hasn’t happened.
I don’t know why I’m so upset by this move. These four walls hold only a few years of my memories but they are some of the most precious ones. This is the home my baby spent her first year of life and I have fond memories of bringing her home, here. Of our first night with her and how freaked out Matt and I were because she wouldn’t stop crying. Of coming down the stairs after that first night and thinking, will I survive this job of parent hood? But my wise and encouraging friend, ggsmama said it well. I will still have those memories no matter where I live.
We’ve done plenty of moving in our 7 years of marriage, I should be very used to the upheaval. All our moves up till this one have been an improvement in living quarters (bigger and better). This one is hard because it wasn’t in “the plan” it’s a slight set back.
Our first choice of condos to move into didn’t pan out so we are onto choice #2. It’s bigger and has under ground parking. Still close to Cherry Creek, Wash Park, Cheeseman Park, City Park, the zoo, Park Hill and much more. Yes, this place will be our home for the next year.
I pray for a lot of things these days but mostly peace of mind with this situation (and hey if God wants to throw some money our way, I wouldn’t turn it down). I pray we can be back in our house next summer and I pray my attitude will remain positive because I have a little girl to take care of and play with and her well-being is most important.
So the next few weeks my posting may be scarce as we pack and move and unpack our lives into smaller quarters and set up shop across town.