Friday, May 30, 2008

Bits and Pieces

We have two sick dogs. Not sure what they got into, but it is coming out both ends of them. Rigger seems to be over the worst of it, but poor Ringo has thrown up twice again this morning. My house stinks.

Apparently my house in North Carolina stinks too. Our realtor called to say there is a leak in one of the upstairs bathrooms that has come through the ceiling in the downstairs. We just finished repairing all the damage from the water heater valve bursting and ruining all the kitchen and laundry room flooring, sub flooring, and joists. Also, to top off the good news, our renters are moving out in the middle of next month. So now we need new renters...........

On the more exciting side, Kerry has a classmate who is from the Dominican Republic. His wife is with him for the year and she doesn't speak English. Kerry told the husband that I've been brushing up on my Spanish with podcasts and they asked if I would help her learn English and she could help me with my Spanish. I'm really excited about it. I was up until midnight last night writing out Spanish words and their English translations. She's coming over today, so it will be interesting to see how it goes. I spoke with her yesterday and the only words she knows are "hello" and "bye". It's going to be interesting as my Spanish is fairly rusty, and even when I wasn't rusty our conversation would have been limited to saying, "The dog is large", "I like hamburgers", or "Where is the train station?".

We're having our family photo made tonight. I hope it comes out making us look decent!

Thursday, May 29, 2008

My Darling Husband

We were at Tae Kwon Do last night (wearing my snazzy new yellow belt, thank you) doing our warm up exercizes. Everything was rocking along nicely. Then as we had to stretch our arms up over our heads the instructor calmly said, "Someone is wearing a watch." Now, no one is supposed to wear jewelry of any sort during class. Wearing a ring, watch, necklace, earrings, etc. is strictly taboo. And holy cats, he was talking about me! I totally forgot to take my watch off! So I sheepishly whip my watch off and trot to the back of the room to deposit it with my shoes. And my darling, supportive husband tells the instructor that he thinks I should have to do push ups! My husband said this! The man who is supposed to support and protect me through thick and thin! The man who swore to forsake all others until death do us part! He suggested punishment for me!

I got the last laugh though. The instructor, apparently thinking along the same lines as me, made the entire class do push ups, so Kerry had to do them too! But then of course everyone else had to do push ups and they weren't pleased........................

My bad.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The Self-Appointed Neighborhood Police

Last night, my son Ben and his friend Jack were walking around outside when a Neighbor Lady in the next building came out and asked them if they knew "that boy" named Jo-Jo and where he lives. Now, Jo-Jo is Jack's little brother, BUT, since Ben and Jack didn't just fall off the turnip truck yesterday, they recognized immediately that Neighbor Lady was gunning for Jo-Jo and they denied any knowledge of his existence. (They later excused this outright lie by saying they aren't supposed to give a complete stranger the last name and address of any kid, which is true, but they clearly only thought of this excuse after the fact.)

Neighbor Lady tells the boys that Jo-Jo has been riding his rip stick (that's a new fangled skateboard for you old timers out there) way too fast and without a helmet. Then, taking a good look at Ben and Jack, she tells them she's seen them climbing trees and they shouldn't be doing that. Then, noticing their lack of footwear, she tells them they shouldn't be walking around barefoot. Then, she tells them that they shouldn't be out this late.

Now as luck would have it, my wonderful husband took the dog out for a walk at this exact moment. He spots Neighbor Lady talking to the boys and ambles over to join the conversation. She tells him her concerns. He tells her nicely that the boys weren't wearing shoes because they are on the sidewalk right in front of our house, that they don't have to be home until 9:00 which is still a good 15 minutes away, and that we do indeed allow them to climb trees. Dear Husband being extremely good at diffusing bombs and smoothing things out, she is not insulted that he doesn't follow her advice and even tells him that the boys were very polite. Yay for good manners!

Situation resolved.

Until...... Today I went to the commissary with all three kids. While in the checkout line a woman comes up to us and says to Ben, "Aren't you that boy I talked to last night?" Turns out she is Neighbor Lady, whom I have never met before. Neighbor Lady does not introduce herself to me, simply says, "Do you know Jo-Jo's last name or where he lives?" Now, I also did not fall off a turnip truck recently. I've already heard the story, AND I've already told Jo-Jo's mom so she is aware of Neighbor Lady's concerns. And Neighbor Lady is coming across as a bit pushy and a little scary right now, so I also do not want to admit knowledge of Jo-Jo's name or current location on the planet. So I pause for a moment, trying to look as if I'm trying to find Jo-Jo's information in my brain, but really I'm trying to make a split second decision about whether or not to flat out lie to this woman in front of my kids. Unfortunately, a spit second was really all the time that was allotted to me, because I have two beautiful, normally brainy, daughters who did in fact just fall off a turnip truck somewhere.

They piped up immediately and gave his last name as well as the fact that he lives right next door to us. (Let me tell you, if looks could kill, Ben would have vaporized both his sisters in that moment.) Neighbor Lady rolls Jo-Jo's last name around for a moment and then realizes she's seen that last name written on some moving boxes which were left next to the dumpster four months ago when the dumpster was too full to actually put anything else in it. "THEY are the people who didn't put their boxes in the dumpster. Well, I'm going to have to go talk to his mother! This neighborhood is just FULL of drama!" Only because you are here, Neighbor Lady. Maybe I should suggest she get a hobby.

Anyway, I came home and squealed to Jo-Jo's mom so she knows Neighbor Lady is planning to come gunning for her. I told her that Neighbor Lady was very nice when Dear Husband was nice so that may be the way to play it. I hope this will resolve well and no one becomes offended. Or dies.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Memorial Day 2008

Memorial Day is always a special day in our hearts around here. Being a military family really brings it home for us. Every year we join the scouts to place flags on the graves of soldiers who have died defending our country.

One year we went to a parade on Memorial Day. There were many active duty soldiers marching or riding in the parade. But the regiment I'll always remember was the group of veterans who marched together under their flag.

They were old and gray but they held themselves straight and proud and their eyes stayed locked in front as they marched. That was the group that made me tear up as they marched by. I knew they had seen a lot in their many years and yet they were still proud to come back and be recognized as soldiers. I have never forgotten the image of those men marching along.

Today we honor the men and women who have given their lives in service to this country. We honor their sacrifice and the sacrifices of their families.

We do not forget.

Henry Doorly Zoo

We took a trip to the Henry Doorly Zoo in Nebraska this week. I've never been to Nebraska before, and quite honestly it's never occurred to me to want to go. No one ever spends there whole life hoping to visit Nebraska before they die.

But Omaha has a pretty phenomenal zoo. We heard about it from some other friends here and decided to go check it out. We had to drive up one evening, spend the night in a hotel and spend the whole next day at the zoo. We didn't even get to see half the zoo, that's how big it was. The weather was cloudy and it sprinkled every so often, but luckily many of the exhibits are indoors (including an indoor rain forest and an indoor swamp). I've been to a lot of zoos around the country, and I'll say this is the best one we've ever tried.
Ben of course, loves the aquarium. He wants to be a marine biologist one day and frankly I don't even have to read the information posted on the tanks because Ben can tell me all about any sea creature in there. It's sort of like having my own personal guide. He had fun pretending this octopus was about to eat him.

This is a Sea Dragon, which frankly was one of the most fascinating creatures I've ever seen. At first glance it appears to be a batch of seaweed, some sort of marine plant drifting around, then you can start to make out a vague seahorse shape in there as you watch it swim along. One of God's more incredible, and beautiful creations. This waterfall was in the rainforest display. It was pretty incredible. I felt like we were off in the jungle on safari while we were walking through this place.
In the butterfly house, I picked up a hitchhiker and gave him a piggy back ride for a while. Some of those butterflies were huge and they dive bombed us constantly. I always thought butterflies were quiet and delicate. But some of those babies were like bats swooping around at us.
If you've never wanted to visit Nebraska, now you have a reason to want to!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

A video all teen girls should watch. It really bugs me how our society encourages girls to want to look like models. I love this video because it shows that the women we see in ads aren't real and even the models can't look that good with just makeup.

Monday, May 19, 2008


I am addicted to Facebook. I admit that freely..................

It has been 15 minutes since the last time I logged in to Facebook. I've checked my Facebook page probably six times today. I can not stop.

I initially set up my Facebook page after I saw some homeschool moms at Sonlight talking about their pages. They were saying that they set up Facebook accounts in order to keep an eye on their kids pages. I thought this sounded reasonable. Although my kids aren't yet into the Facebook world, I thought I could get a jump on it so I would know all about it by the time they ask me if they can have one.

I set up a page, put a few pictures on it, and put in my school dates. Then it showed me a list of people who went to my school during the years I attended and I immediately spotted an old buddy I hadn't heard from in years. I sent a request to add him to my friends list. He accepted and I could view his profile and he could view mine. From looking at his friends list, I found a couple of other old college friends. Then a couple of people found me! I have had so much fun catching up with these people! We've e-mailed back and forth, talked about our kids and what we do and where we live. Then I started thinking of people who didn't go to school with me, but whom I've met in various places around the globe. Wow! I found some more. One of my very best friends had a Facebook page and I didn't even know it! Yesterday, a friend from our church in Virginia found me. He was just setting up his page and saw my name. From his page I have now added six more people from that church who were friends of ours in Virginia!

This has been so exciting! It's like going to a reunion! I talk to the people I want to hear from and I block anyone I don't want to have looking at my info. I haven't actually blocked anyone yet, but I have a few in mind in case they do contact me! :-)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

View From the Father Daughter Dance

We just got the pictures back from the Father-Daughter Dance. My beautiful family!

Monday, May 12, 2008

A Mother's Day Anniversary

Yesterday was not only Mother's Day, it was mine and Kerry's 17th anniversary. Seventeen years sounds like a long time, but it doesn't feel very long. Which is better than saying, "The last seventeen years sure has drug on and on and on. Feels like it's been for-ever."

Since it was a combo-celebration we took the kids out to dinner with us (after I did the dishes at home - on MOTHER'S DAY - not that I'm complaining) instead of having an "alone" night. We went to a Japanese hibachi grill where they cook the food right in front of you. We shared our table/grill with a family of six who were celebrating Mother's Day with the mom, grandmom, and great aunt. Great Aunt was largely deaf and mildly retarded. She was thrilled with the chef's show and it was as much fun to watch her as it was to watch the chef. When he was tossing an egg up and down on his spatula, she cackled and clapped in absolute delight. He did six eggs that way and she was amazed every time. This chef did something I had never seen before. He threw a shrimp at each person around the table for us to try catching in our mouths. Not one of our clan was able to do it. I told the kids we're going to start throwing food at each other so we can develop that skill. It will take them far in life, I'm sure. Who knows if, one day, they are dining with the President and they mention their food catching skills and he says, "You know, I've always wanted to do that." Then they teach The President of the United States to catch food in his mouth. I'll bet they would be famous. He might even make them ambassadors.

I gave Kerry a shirt and a chin-up bar (don't laugh, it's what he asked for) and he gave me an Ipod Nano which I'm currently fighting with because it doesn't want to download music - although it did download some free Spanish lessons which I used while I was exercising this morning. The kids gave me Willow Tree figures representing me and them. I need to find one to represent Kerry now but I don't know if they even make lone Willow Tree men. Could it even be a manly figure if it's made by Willow Tree? I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Penelope with Salt, Please

Last night we went to see the movie "Penelope". Cute, cute, cute! It's a great movie for the PG crowd. Katie was spending the night with her best friend so we took Ben and Emily to see it. We found good seats and then had the kids save them while we went back out to the lobby to get popcorn. The post theatre does not salt or butter their popcorn but they do provide salt and butter (or some yellow greasy liquid that passes for butter) next to the drink machine so you can add it if you want. We usually pass on the grease but we definitely like salt. Kerry was holding the bag of popcorn, so he picked up the salt shaker and and shook out the salt. Then he shook the bag to distribute the salt thoroughly. Then he asked me, "Do you think it needs more salt?" And I replied, "No, that's plenty." Whereupon he picked up the salt shaker and added more.


Friday, May 9, 2008


Yesterday, the kids and I went to a homeschool class on Geocaching. I knew very little about Geocaching before we went, although I had heard of it. One of my homeschool friends set it up and I thought it would be fun for the kids to learn to use a GPS. Plus a lot of their friends were there so it counted as a social opportunity for us unsocialized homeschoolers.

The instructor gave everyone of us a GPS for the class. She talked us through how to use it and set it up step by step. Very interesting! I never knew that you can have your GPS "mark" the spot you are standing so you can find your way back to that very same spot later on. Very handy if you are lost out in the woods.

She called out coordinates to all of us and we plugged them into our GPS's. I double checked my coordinates each time she called them out, and checked them against the kids around me to make sure they had theirs right too. Then we went outside to try them out.

Once you start moving, your GPS screen turns into a big arrow that points you in the direction you need to go to reach the spot you entered in. We all started wobbling around outside following our arrows. I noticed immediately that I was headed in the opposite direction from everyone else in my group. I figured it was because they are all kids and I'm an adult and therefore I picked up the nuances of this little machine quicker than they did.

Eventually though, they all wound up in the same spot, while I was on the opposite side of the building being directed into the middle of a busy street. That's when I decided I must be wrong, and I swallowed my mouthful of crow and headed over to join the group with my head hung down in shame.

We had plugged in coordinates for two different spots around the building and we set off to find the second spot. This time I just followed the group because my arrow was still persistently pointing in the opposite direction. I couldn't believe I had programmed the numbers in wrong twice! How embarrassing.

Now that we had the hang of how a GPS works, we set off to find a real Geocaching spot nearby. We all went to the computer lab, looked up the closest Geocache and programmed in the coordinates. I double and triple checked mine to make sure I didn't mess up this time!

We had to load up in our cars and drive to the spot. It was about a 10 minute drive out in the woods down a gravel road. We all hopped out and started down a tiny dirt trail. Again, my GPS was pointing me to head back up the trail the way we had just come instead of the way everyone else was going. I finally grabbed the instructor and asked her what I was doing wrong. She checked it out and realized something was wrong with the GPS! I had entered everything correctly, but it was formatting the coordinates with no decimals and that threw everything off.

It wasn't my fault! Tee hee!

Anyway, we headed down the trail a ways, and discovered a mailbox hidden behind a tree. There was a ziploc bag with all sorts of odds and ends in it. You are supposed to take one thing and leave one thing. Then you sign a little log book to show that you found it, and go home and log into the Geocache site and and sign in to show that you found it and tell what you took and what you left. I'm ready to be hooked on this game and try doing this on our own now that we know how. It was a lot of fun! Until Ben found a tick on himself. And I found a giant black ant on me. Then Katie freaked out at the thought of the zillion bugs trying to get to her out in the woods and we had to head back up the trail before everyone else.

Other than that, and the messed up GPS, it was a lot of fun!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Yellow Belt? Or no Yellow Belt? That is the question....

Last night when we arrived at Tae Kwon Do, our instructor held out a list and said, "If your name is on this list you will be testing for your belt. Next to your name is the belt you will be testing for." I looked at the list and all five of us were on it. Kerry, Ben and I would all be testing for a yellow belt. Emily and Katie would be testing for a half yellow belt.

I wondered if the test was going to be right then, during class. We hadn't been given any warning. I thought we'd be told ahead of time that tests were coming up. Our instructor held several nice new yellow belts in his hand and set them down by the list. Then we had our usual class, and nothing else was said about it. I started thinking that at the end of class, he would tell us more about it.

About 20 minutes before class should end, our instructor called up his helper and told her to take over. He put his arm around Emily and pulled her to the rear of the class and started running her through Taeguk One. I could only see them when we were turned to the side because they were behind us, but I could tell he had her do the form several times. Then he sent Emily back to her place and pulled me to the back of the room to do Tae Guk One. I totally botched it. I know it, but doing it all by yourself with the instructor staring at you is different from doing it with the entire class. He had me do the form three times, correcting me on the things I was doing wrong, then sent me back to my spot. He pulled Kerry to the back of the room, same routine - except - he then sent Kerry off to the side to practice some more, pulled another student to the back and ran her through the form, then brought Kerry back again to do the form some more. He never took Katie to the back.

The assistant teacher leaned over and asked Emily, "Did you pass?" Emily said, "I don't know." The assistant teacher said, "He didn't tell you?" Emily shook her head no.

Then class was over, and we left.

Was that the test? Was that a pre-test to get us ready for the test?

I have no idea. We are all baffled. We all agreed that we each messed up royally during our turns. We all know the form (except Katie but she didn't have to do it) but we all were nervous and made mistakes. But our teacher knows how much we know because he sees us do this every week. I'm sure he's used to people being nervous when put on the spot like that.

But was it an actual test? No one was presented with a belt. But the assistant asking Emily if she passed makes it seem as thought the assistant thought it was a test. And she should know.

Was it a test?

Monday, May 5, 2008

Fabulous Quote

I saw this quote today and just had to share it:

Everywhere I go I'm asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. - Flannery O'Connor

Friday, May 2, 2008

Tornado Warning

Last night there was a tornado warning. Kerry and I were just about to head next door for Bible study when the warning came on television. We saw that the tornado watch was for a neighboring county and although we wern't worried it would get to us we decided we should be prepared just in case. We got out flashlights in case the power went out. We lined up everyone's shoes by the back door in case we had to head to the basement. We explained to the kids what we would need to do in case of a tornado siren which is basically, grab the flashlights and your shoes and head to the basement. We told the kids we would just be next door and if the power went out we would come home immediately and the tornado watch was just a WATCH and it wasn't for our county but we were just being prepared.

The kids heard, "A tornado is coming and we all might die."

Or maybe they heard, "A tornado is coming and you might die; we'll be safe next door."

It didn't even rain while we were gone but they were all too scared to go to bed. Later after we had gotten everyone in bed and asleep the storm really did cut loose around us. The lightening was flashing and thunder was booming and rain was pelting the windows like handfuls of gravel were being thrown outside. About 2:00 this morning I found our youngest in bed between us and my oldest standing next to our bed asking if we needed to run to the basement. And he usually sleeps through everything. I don't know if I've ever known of him to be woken up by a storm so he must have really been on edge when he went to bed, thinking of a coming tornado. I know he didn't sleep well because it's two hours past when he normally gets up and Kerry and I have both gone in and woken him up and he has fallen back asleep both times.

Emily is the only one up besides me right now. Kerry left for work ages ago. When Emily walked in here I asked her, "Did the storm keep you up last night?" She replied, "There was a storm?"

It was a good sleep for the unconcerned.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Lamentations of the Father by Ian Frazier

I saw this years ago, and it has never failed to amuse me. Just thought I'd share it here:

Lamentations of the Father
by Ian Frazier

Of the beasts of the field, and of the fishes of the sea, and of all foods that are acceptable in my sight you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the hoofed animals, broiled or ground into burgers, you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the cloven-hoofed animal, plain or with cheese, you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the cereal grains, of the corn and of the wheat and of the oats, and of all the cereals that are of bright color and unknown provenance you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the quiescently frozen dessert and of all frozen after-meal treats you may eat, but absolutely not in the living room. Of the juices and other beverages, yes, even of those in sippy-cups, you may drink, but not in the living room, neither may you carry such therein. Indeed, when you reach the place where the living room carpet begins, of any food or beverage there you may not eat, neither may you drink.
But if you are sick, and are lying down and watching something, then may you eat in the living room.
Laws When at Table

And if you are seated in your high chair, or in a chair such as a greater person might use, keep your legs and feet below you as they were. Neither raise up your knees, nor place your feet upon the table, for that is an abomination to me. Yes, even when you have an interesting bandage to show, your feet upon the table are an abomination, and worthy of rebuke. Drink your milk as it is given you, neither use on it any utensils, nor fork, nor knife, nor spoon, for that is not what they are for; if you will dip your blocks in the milk, and lick it off, you will be sent away. When you have drunk, let the empty cup then remain upon the table, and do not bite it upon its edge and by your teeth hold it to your face in order to make noises in it sounding like a duck; for you will be sent away.
When you chew your food, keep your mouth closed until you have swallowed, and do not open it to show your brother or your sister what is within; I say to you, do not so, even if your brother or your sister has done the same to you. Eat your food only; do not eat that which is not food; neither seize the table between your jaws, nor use the raiment of the table to wipe your lips. I say again to you, do not touch it, but leave it as it is. And though your stick of carrot does indeed resemble a marker, draw not with it upon the table, even in pretend, for we do not do that, that is why. And though the pieces of broccoli are very like small trees, do not stand them upright to make a forest, because we do not do that, that is why. Sit just as I have told you, and do not lean to one side or the other, nor slide down until you are nearly slid away. Heed me; for if you sit like that, your hair will go into the syrup. And now behold, even as I have said, it has come to pass.

Laws Pertaining to Dessert

For we judge between the plate that is unclean and the plate that is clean, saying first, if the plate is clean, then you shall have dessert. But of the unclean plate, the laws are these: If you have eaten most of your meat, and two bites of your peas with each bite consisting of not less than three peas each, or in total six peas, eaten where I can see, and you have also eaten enough of your potatoes to fill two forks, both forkfuls eaten where I can see, then you shall have dessert. But if you eat a lesser number of peas, and yet you eat the potatoes, still you shall not have dessert; and if you eat the peas, yet leave the potatoes uneaten, you shall not have dessert, no, not even a small portion thereof. And if you try to deceive by moving the potatoes or peas around with a fork, that it may appear you have eaten what you have not, you will fall into iniquity. And I will know, and you shall have no dessert.

On Screaming

Do not scream; for it is as if you scream all the time. If you are given a plate on which two foods you do not wish to touch each other are touching each other, your voice rises up even to the ceiling, while you point to the offense with the finger of your right hand; but I say to you, scream not, only remonstrate gently with the server, that the server may correct the fault. Likewise if you receive a portion of fish from which every piece of herbal seasoning has not been scraped off, and the herbal seasoning is loathsome to you, and steeped in vileness, again I say, refrain from screaming. Though the vileness overwhelm you, and cause you a faint unto death, make not that sound from within your throat, neither cover your face, nor press your fingers to your nose. For even now I have made the fish as it should be; behold, I eat of it myself, yet do not die.

Concerning Face and Hands

Cast your countenance upward to the light, and lift your eyes to the hills, that I may more easily wash you off. For the stains are upon you; even to the very back of your head, there is rice thereon. And in the breast pocket of your garment, and upon the tie of your shoe, rice and other fragments are distributed in a manner wonderful to see. Only hold yourself still; hold still, I say. Give each finger in its turn for my examination thereof, and also each thumb. Lo, how iniquitous they appear. What I do is as it must be; and you shall not go hence until I have done.
Various Other Laws, Statutes, and Ordinances
Bite not, lest you be cast into quiet time. Neither drink of your own bath water, nor of bath water of any kind; nor rub your feet on bread, even if it be in the package; nor rub yourself against cars, nor against any building; nor eat sand.
Leave the cat alone, for what has the cat done, that you should so afflict it with tape? And hum not that humming in your nose as I read, nor stand between the light and the book. Indeed, you will drive me to madness. Nor forget what I said about the tape.

Complaints and Lamentations

O my children, you are disobedient. For when I tell you what you must do, you argue and dispute hotly even to the littlest detail; and when I do not accede, you cry out, and hit and kick. Yes, and even sometimes do you spit, and shout "stupid-head" and other blasphemies, and hit and kick the wall and the molding thereof when you are sent to the corner. And though the law teaches that no one shall be sent to the corner for more minutes than he has years of age, yet I would leave you there all day, so mighty am I in anger. But upon being sent to the corner you ask straightaway, "Can I come out?" and I reply, "No, you may not come out." And again you ask, and again I give the same reply. But when you ask again a third time, then you may come out.
Hear me, O my children, for the bills they kill me. I pay and pay again, even to the twelfth time in a year, and yet again they mount higher than before. For our health, that we may be covered, I give six hundred and twenty talents twelve times in a year; but even this covers not the fifteen hundred deductible for each member of the family within a calendar year. And yet for ordinary visits we still are not covered, nor for many medicines, nor for the teeth within our mouths. Guess not at what rage is in my mind, for surely you cannot know.
For I will come to you at the first of the month and at the fifteenth of the month with the bills and a great whining and moan. And when the month of taxes comes, I will decry the wrong and unfairness of it, and mourn with wine and ashtrays, and rend my receipts. And you shall remember that I am that I am: before, after, and until you are twenty-one. Hear me then, and avoid me in my wrath, O children of me.

Wondering where we are going

The time is coming. It's on it's way. It's close but not close enough. We should be getting orders letting us know where we are moving. We'll get those orders sometime between June and September. That's just really too wide of a gap. If you were expecting a baby, and the doctor told you it was due sometime between June and September, wouldn't you want something a little more specific?

We've already begun speculating. There have already been job possibilities. Some of those possibilities have been shot down. Some new ones have arisen. We just don't know. If I knew, I could prepare. I could be getting excited. Or be learning to hide my disappointment. This is the hardest time, when we know the news is close, but we don't know what it is. I wish they would just tell us all, "You will get your orders on Sept 30th." Then if it happened before that, we would be surprised and pleased to know so soon. Knowing that it could happen as early as June but maybe not until September (and even then some folks have to wait until later) is frustrating.

I wish I could just put it out of my mind. I tell other people to do this when they start obsessing about what their orders will be. I say, "Just try not to think about it. You can't change anything anyway, so just trust that God will send you where he wants you to be. Relax." Okay, I probably don't actually say that out loud. But I think it. I think it at them while they are worrying needlessly over something they have no control over and they should just let it go and stop talking to me about it. I think this at them while I am rabidly turning over and over in my mind where we might go and what we will do there and if we will like it and how another move in less than a year will affect the kids. I listen to other people talk about places they have been and make lists in my head of places I would love to go and places I hope we never go based on what they've said. I drive myself crazy wondering about it. Kerry and I have had many whispered conversations about one place or another that looks like a possibility but we don't know for sure and we don't want the kids to get their hopes up.

Someone tell me where we're going!!!!