i am alive!

although you wouldn't be able to tell from this pitiful excuse for a blog!


i could give you all reason after reason after excuse about why i've been away for so long, but none of that really matters, now does it? what matters is that i'm here, blogging. for all five of you to read with joy :)

MckMama does entries every once in a while that are entitled "Stream of Consciousness" and i feel that in order to give you an inkling as to why i haven't blogged in a while, i'll copy her and give it a try. Here goes...

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Work has been busy, but not necessarily because we've had a lot of patients, but because I've gotten myself into things simply by not being able to verbalize the word, "NO." I mean, I'm glad that I'm busy because if I sat at home more than I do now, I'd probably be bored out of my mind and that typically results in spending money and I really can't go and do a thing like that. It's always weird for me to say that I'd like more patients in the unit where I work because it's an ICU for kids. It's not like I want them to be sick, it's just that if they're sick enough to be in the ICU, I hope they come to our ICU. Yes, that's better.

Brad's work has not been so busy. Although, you wouldn't be able to tell because he goes in early and comes home about the same time as if he were busy. I guess he's just hoping people's trucks break down. Because it sounds better for him to say that than for me to say, "I hope people's kids get sick." He's still pushing through school. One music assignment and calculus test at a time. And I'm trying to learn to be patient with hearing where he'll be enrolled next fall. But waaaay down deep inside, there's a voice screaming at the top of its lungs, AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! Just tell me already! :) No really, we talk about it at least three times a week -- as if we hadn't talked about it three times the week before. Dallas? Maybe. I mean, he's already been accepted to UNT (YAY Sara and Jeff and Callum!), but it's his third choice. So if it's the only choice, YAY! He's going. But really, we're holding out for either A&M or U of H. And if it IS A&M, then that means a move for us. And let me tell you how excited my manager is about that one. Sometimes it's nice to be wanted. Same goes for our small group at church. I think secretly deep down, when we ask them to pray that God put us where we're supposed to be, they're actually saying, "Please God, let it be here in Houston." And that's okay, because we like them, too! There are just so many "ifs" right now and not being able to plan my life four months in advance is sooo not like me!

But planning my life three weeks in advance is something different, because we're going to PARIS!!! France, not Texas (because one husband of said small group actually said, "Wow, ten days is Paris...is there really that much to do in a small Texas town?" Ahh, Patrick). So we are planning our trip -- more what to wear and what we need than where we'll be going to see whatever it is we'll be seing. I'm excited. Acutally, I'm ecstatic!!! I just have so much to do between now and then for work and my best friend's wedding that I can't get to that point yet. I did, however, buy new shoes that will hopefully be good for walking 8+ hours a day around the city of love. And a couple of dresses. Because, you understand, nothing I have is Paris-worthy...that calls for a new wardrobe. (I kid, I kid.)

Speaking of kids, let me tell you about my dad's lastest joke...well, not really my dad...just follow me here. So my parents recently built a house out in the boondocks of Marshall (didn't know the boondocks could have its own boondocks, did ya?). And Dad's been talking about getting some animals of sorts to actually make it a 'farm'. Well, he had a horse a few years back but sold it when they sold the trailer. So now he's talking goats. Yes, goats. And for some reason, when I think goats, I think trash. And well, my parents aren't trashy people! So I advised my dad with all the wisdom I hold, that he should not buy goats because if he'd had them when I still had people to bring home with me (besides my husband), I wouldn't come home. Because they'd think we were trashy people. So I get an email from Facebook that our home church's music director has left a comment on my wall that reads -- "Your daddy just brought the cutest little "kids" by to show us...said they'll be better than a bush hog!" Kids? Hmm...maybe he and mom got a dog like they talked about! Cool, wonder what it is. Oh wait, bush hog? Huh? Kid? Bush Hog? GOATS?!? Well, I declare...in the middle of the outlet mall plaza with best friend Leah in tow, I make a ridiculous noise (kind of like a shriek, but really a laugh) and profess, "GOATS?!?!?" I immediately pick up the phone and call my dad and pretty enthusiastically begin questioning, "Why on earth would you wants goats?!? They're for trashy people and you are NOT trashy people! Why couldn't you get the dog at the pound you wanted instead? They can actually come inside and they don't eat trash and..." Then I realize he's laughing hysterically and trying to tell me there are no goats...yet. But if they did buy goats, it'd be a great tax deduction because then they'll actually be a 'farm'. "So there are no goats, Dad?" No, no goats. Hmph. Fell that for that one...