Wednesday, Oui? Life

Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans -John Lennon.

I'm going to try to translate something that kept running through my mind yesterday as I was walking through our house, our new house. It might be difficult to understand because I have such confused feelings right now, (and I'm exhausted) but I'll try my best.

Life is funny; it's kind of like a shoelace. You know? Sometimes you walk around with it untied because it's not convenient to stop and tie it up. You're too busy or tell yourself when you sit down you'll tie it; all the while you're preoccupied with the lace, trying not to trip, or get it in a puddle. You may even put a little extra effort into walking to accommodate the lace dragging behind you. Life is like that.

We have a house.

Not just any house.

A house we found purely by accident; by taking a detour to by-pass construction.

I called about that house 25 days ago on the off chance it was available.

Yesterday we were given keys.

Aaron and I had a discussion, just after Christmas, concluding that we'd wait another year before we even thought about buying.

Aaron and I are two very busy people with two careers, one hobby and lots and lots of people we enjoy the company of. We are always go, go, go. Yet, when the stars align for us and we say "hey, we want this" and we have the ability to make it happen, it affords me an understanding of just how lucky I am. It makes the 50 hour weeks with out seeing each other worth it.

Life is funny like that. It's almost like we stopped to tie the lace.

Friends & Family Month

I really love the month of May. Spring weather is usually in full bloom, the trees are showing signs of hope after a hard New England winter, and the air smells clean; screaming of life.

I don't know how long (consecutively) I'll be able to keep this going, but I am going to have the month of May be Friends and Family Month.

So, for the entire month of May, I am going to supplement my regular postings with "Friends and Family" posts. I have a little less than 100 blog readers and very few are strangers; many of the people who know and love me read often.

To showcase those who mean so much to me, I am going to blog about each person I am able to. I am NOT, by any means, blogging about each and every friend I have!! sheesh-- I wouldn't be able to leave home. I am going to be blogging about the ones that, at any given time, you would probably catch me texting, emailing, talking to or so forth.

So, starting around the 1st of May keep your eyes peeled for my besties :)

Pack it in

My life, as I know it, has come to a screeching halt. This has nothing to do with the closing being delayed until Tuesday, it's.... almost.... worse.

I am a woman who likes routine. Living in the chaos I have been for the last few weeks has really taken its toll on me.

The events I endured this morning convince me that Armageddon is near.

Again, back to the routine.

Every single morning, when I get up, I do the exact same things over and over and over again; without deviation-- without fail. I walk down stairs, groggy, hit 1 minute on the microwave to heat up the coffee Aaron made for me before he left for work (he puts it in the microwave), and I then walk over to the pantry to get Manny and Bing a scoop of food. By then, I have about 10 or so seconds left on the microwave and I usually just open it up (leaving the time all messed up for Aaron's benefit), grab my coffee, and walk over to the table to have my coffee and go online before work.

This morning, all the same happened... except the coffee part. I flung open the door to find the microwave empty. It wasn't until then that I remembered, Aaron specifically prepped me for this last night. He reminded me on two occasions, "we are out of coffee, so you'll have to get some on the way to work."

How does this happen? We never run out of coffee. Then again, we always keep the fridge and pantry stocked, something we've been neglecting.

This is truly the straw that broke the camels back. Now I'm going to have to stop somewhere, probably Starbucks, and get some expensive imitation stuff. Aaron makes the BEST cup of coffee. Man, I'm screwed. My day is a loss. I might as well go back to bed.

Armageddon is near; run for cover.

Happy Earth Day

It's Earth Day, people. For my post celebrating last year's Earth Day, please click here. I encourage you to celebrate today by keeping your lights off as long as possible, minimizing the use of water, and recycling (everyday would be awesome, but please, at least today.) This year Aaron and I have converted to reusable shopping bags and are buying as much organic food as our budget will allow (among our other efforts.) What are you doing?

Conversations on a Wednesday, Oui?

I've realized, as of late, how psychotic I (we) am (are) about my (our) animals. I'm comparable to Dr. Freaking-Do-Little. In the last few days I've made a mental note of some of the things I've said to the animals or about the animals.

Exhibit A:

J:Bing, Bing darling, would you tell me if you had a tick on you? Would you tell Mama?

Okay, as if he could: 1. answer the question at hand, 2. ever have a tick on him considering I douse him with FrontLine once per month like clock-work and 3. I comb through his hair once per night looking for anything unusual, I would surely catch a tick.

Exhibit B:

J: Aaron, Manny threw up this morning. Do you think he's upset because of the stress of the move or do you think he may have eaten something bad?

Okay, 1. Stress? Maybe, but doubtful. 2. He's a pig and probably ate too much. 3. I know he couldn't have possibly have eaten something "bad" because I inspect his vomit to check for things like, oh, batteries, non-food items, discoloration and the like. Hey, come on now, one of my first sentences was acknowledging my psychosis- don't be a hater.

Exhibit C:

I threw a pillow off the bed and it landed near Shredda.

J: Oh my God!!! Meow-meow, are you okay? Did I hurt you, Meow-meow? Shredds? Are you okay?

Am I seriously waiting for an answer?

Exhibit D:

We are at Bernie & Phils (quality, comfort, and price- that's nice) looking at, of all things, a bedroom set.

A: Well, if we get the "low profile" box-spring, the boys will be able to access the bed more easily.

J: Yeah, what do you think? I like the looks of the high profile, but it's going to be hard for the babies to climb up there.

A: Yeah. So low?

J: Yeah.

A to Salesman: Yeah, we're going to go with the low profile box-spring. It will just be easier for the boys.

Exhibit E:

We are at Target, looking for pet stuff.

A: Don't you think we should get some new food and water dishes for the animals?

J: Why?

A: Well, we are getting new stuff, so they should too.

J: That's true, they are probably tired of looking at the same old dish anyway. Oh, and we need to get one of those bone shaped braided rugs for under their dishes. I'm tired of that old plastic placemat.

A: Yeah, it breeds germs. Where can we find one of the braided rugs?

J: Oh, well, they sell them at the Amish store, they're only like $25 bucks.

A: Oh really? That's not bad. Yeah, we'll pick one up.

Like the dogs even care what they eat off of.

So there you have it folks. Here is a small sampling of what goes on with the A&J animal farm. Oui are constantly having conversations either about the animals or with the animals. Pure craziness, I tell you.