So stuff is obviously going on in everyone else’s lives, since I opened Bloglines this morning and discovered, oh, eleventy billion posts for my reading pleasure.
Meanwhile, here I sit in Alabama, staring at the monitor and thinking, “Hmmm. You know? A peanut butter cup Blizzard from Dairy Queen might be tasty.” Or, once my thought process gets really fired up, “Hmmm. Dancing With The Stars starts tonight. That’ll give D and me something to do!”
I’ll tell you what: you’ll get whiplash from the level of excitement in my neck of the woods.
Case in point: the highlight of the last twenty four hours of my life was learning that we have a Starz (or is it Starz!) free movie weekend starting Thursday. As soon as we realized it, D. and I went through the channel guide and programmed the TiVo to record something like fifteen movies.
We’re MANIACS!
I’m also happy to report that the votes are in (okay. I really didn’t count. I just read.), and we’ll be serving fajitas this Sunday. I’m not cooking them – I’m just placing the order with a Mexican restaurant – but the bottom line is that fajitas are kid-friendly. And cheaper. Which is actually two bottom lines. Which isn’t possible. So just pretend.
And if I seem a little disjointed the last couple of days, it’s because I am. I feel like I’m in my own little la-la land. Too much Deep Thinking capped off with lengthy discussions regarding The Future Of Our Family.
D and I have talked about moving to another house in the spring – something that’s much closer to the school where A. will be in 4K next year – and I can’t seem to think about moving without going a little cuckoo. Because I am a visual person, I have to picture myself living somewhere…what I’d do with my furniture, what it would be like to walk to the garage, what my drive to the grocery store and church and Walmart would be like.
Have I mentioned that I can be a little OCD?
There’s one particular neighborhood that I enjoy – new-ish Craftsman-style houses in a town that has a Main Street, a couple of restaurants, a coffee shop, an ice cream parlor, a florist, etc. I find it utterly charming.
So D and I were talking about it the other night, weighing all the pros and cons, and I said, “You know, I can just SEE myself there…taking Alex to the park, maybe even strolling a baby around the neighborhood…”
D interrupted me, saying, “Yeah. But it’s kind of expensive compared to other stuff in the area. Especially if we have another baby, our lifestyle would have to change a little…”
Undeterred, I continued, “…maybe strolling a baby around the neighborhood, taking Alex and the maybe-baby to the ice cream parlor…”
D raised his eyebrows, because clearly I wasn’t listening to him.
But I adapted: “…taking Alex and the maybe-baby to the ice cream parlor, where we would stand outside and try to smell the ice cream, because we’d be too broke to actually buy any.”
D nodded his head so hard I thought it was going to snap off.
So I don’t think we’ll be moving there. Needless to say. If an ice-cream cone is a deal-breaker, we’re clearly out of our budgetary league.
And I think we’ll be just fine right where we are.
You know, I’m well aware money can’t buy me happiness. But darned if it couldn’t buy me a house with no major projects pending completion and a wardrobe that actually fits a 5’11” woman. And a house in a neighborhood with an ice cream parlor, a park and a main street. I hear ya sista.
I’ve been reading your blog for months and finally had to comment.
This reminds me of conversations I have with my husband. Especially when we only had only child, which he thought was the perfect number, as it was so hard to get that one and why mess up a good thing.
However, now the mother of 3 children (9,6 and 2) you might see that I won the final conversation.
Keep up the blog, you do a fantastic job. I want to be just like you and “In the Midst of It” when I grow up.
Of course I’m much older than you already, but “a girl can hope”.
Jill
We were thinking the same thing today on one account, “Hmmm. You know? A peanut butter cup Blizzard from Dairy Queen might be tasty.”
So, on the way home from work I stopped, just to be sure my thinking was correct. (Does that negate the calories?)
You can always drive to the ice cream store from that house. Or just get Ben and Jerry’s. :>))
oh yeah, i could seriously go for a blizzard. The fact that the nearest Dairy Queen is about 6000 miles away means I probably won’t get one today.
If I didn’t currently have another stomach bug, I would drive myself to DQ country right now.
Anyhoo, we just moved less than a year ago and one of my fav things to do is drive around and…look at the other houses in neighborhoods we can’t afford. I don’t care, it’s still fun. And looking is free and I can therefore afford a blizzard every day if I want. Even though that isn’t probably too smart.
Ok. First off SORRY about the elventy billion posts…I was up doing a “post project” last night, and anyway…..sorry about that. Seriously. Now no one will read any of the eleventy billion posts….
Also, HOLY COW you have 156 subscribers to your bloglines…I see that and I can’t believe it. You must have more of a life than you think because I only have like…4 subscribers and I am one of them myself!!! ROFL.
Okay, I so have to go to dairy queen right now! You know whats strange? An ice-cream cone was once a dealbreaker for my partner and I once too, not the same type though!
DQ sounds good right now. So does Dancing with the Stars (watching right now!) So does moving! So does a baby :) Hmm!
DQ sounds wonderful about now! But make mine a chocolate cherry or skor, please and thank you!
You have faithfully brought laughter and smiles out of this stressed body of mine! Thanks… :)
And craftsman homes – my favorite! And lots of neighborhoods around here, none of which I will live in either… LOL
I’m gearing up to enjoy Dancing with the Stars tonight and OK, I admit it, I get Starz… :)
Lots going on in life for sure, but nothing that overshadows His love and faithfulness, which often shines through others…like you!
LOL!! And I just finished watching Dancing with the Stars and I will be posting on it later. I thought of you when Emmit Smith was dancing!
Is it okay that I haven’t the foggiest idea what a “blogline” is?
Oh I would SO love to have another baby. I would, too, if somebody would just, you know, walk up and hand me one. Or a Blizzard. I could go for one of those. But a baby to blame the fat on? That would be swell. Literally. :-)
When I heard that DQ came up with the monster cookie blizzard, it was bliss. Except that for some reason DQs seem only to exist in small towns, so I’d have to drive 30 minutes west to find one. But it might be worth it.
And hey, I now of a GREAT house in TX that you’d just LOVE! That would’ve be too much of a commute, would it? ;)
Peanut Butter Cup blizzards are my favorite, and I always look in the neighborhoods that are out of budget, nice to see what’s out there right?
Hmmm. Another baby? A maybe baby? Should we be expecting a big announcement any time soon?
I a tropical blizzard girl myself.
:) well, maybe then you can MAKE your own ice cream….? i’m not sure how people do that but i’ve heard it’s been done.
The thought of the price of an ice-cream cone being the deal breaker, just cracks me up to no end!!! Hee, hee, hee!
Always leave room for the ice cream. If you’re so tight that you have to say no to a simple pleasure like that, the move is not worth it. Plus, you cut out all the unexpected fun times that you get to have with Alex in the car. Plus, I’ve seen your house, via the tour. Stay where you’re at… it’s gorgeous!
Your “train if thought” is so like mine. I just crack up reading your posts because it’s like reading a transcript of my life…
Except I don’t write about it as well as you…(note EVEN close)
And I have 3 kids, not just one…
And I’m not having fajitas for lunch on sunday…
And I I’m not having to potty train a child right now…
Okay, so maybe it’s not an EXACT transcript of my life…
But you get the point anyway…
right???
;)
Blessings, Karla
boy, next time I need to remember to hit “preview” and actually reread my post…
LOTS of typos in that ^^^^^^ one!!
I had to smile…sounds like similar conversations of the past with hubby and I.
And when we talk of our completely wild dream to possibly move to Maui in the future, we talk of only being able to afford to live in a hut…which would be OK, ’cause afterall- we’re in MAUI! :)
I’m going to quote you:
“Note to self, don’t read [Boo’s] blog when hungry” ;-)
I have moved so many times the thought of it makes me break out in hives. Twice we moved when I was 7 and 8 months pregnate. No fun. So in a fit of hormonal rebelion to hubby’s orders that I pack while he works – I HIRED movers to come for two hours and pack up all the small books and nic-naks, and other tedious things to pack. Oh yes I did! I think that in itself saved our marrage.
We did the same thing when we found out Starz! was free this weekend whoo hooo!
Thanks for the heads up on Starz. . . .
So–you’re having a baby, huh??
Are you EXPECTING?
OH LORD HAVE MERCY NO.
And don’t y’all think that if I WERE pregnant I would pretty much rush to the computer to tell all my internets?
The maybe-baby is purely imaginary. Just me trying to get used to the idea of having more than one – if such a scientific miracle ever in fact occurred. :-)
That’s the first step, is what I was saying. . . . Well, maybe the first step was hoping that the people at the adoption dinner you were catering would just give you one. . . .
You know, you could totally pick up some DQ and drive around the pricey neighborhoods and look. You may decide to stay where you are, but you would have gotten some sweet stuff in the deal. Of course, I’d rather have a root canal than drive around B’ham traffic while trying to enjoy my Blizzard. Hubby will have to drive. I’ll have mines with Oreos, please.