Tis official — the house is ours!
Now we get to tear things up and put them back together.
I read the coolest verse last night in my QT. We have a decent chunk of money to fix this house up, but having money makes it tempting to buy the nicer version of things or ammenities we don’t necessarily need. The hubby and I are both fighting that in our own right. Then I read:
2Ki 12:13-14
“The money brought into the temple was not spent for making silver basins, wick trimmers, sprinkling bowls, trumpets or any other articles of gold or silver for the temple of the LORD; it was paid to the workmen, who used it to repair the temple.”
How applicable is that? I was in awe. Sometimes Christians wonder why God doesn’t seem to speak to them (I know I have in the past), but I tell you, spend time with him in the word and you’re bound to hear him.
I enjoy Thanksgiving. I do. The only problem with it is that I eat Thanksgiving dinner three different times in less than a one week span. While an annual consumption of large quantities of turkey, stuffing, veggies, and DESSERT is okay, thrice is getting a bit excessive. My bathroom scale says so.
But really, if you have to complain, having too much food has to be the best problem ever. I’m very blessed.
Erin and I were supposed to have coffee over the weekend, but our schedules didn’t work. This makes me sad. I’m hoping the longer break at Christmas affords more opportunities.
The hubby and I are looking at a house. I don’t want to say too much or get too excited because of all the things that could go wrong, but I will say that it’s a big fixer-upper in a great location, and I’m praying that everything works in our favor. Kind of like the Titans game tonight – came back from a 21 point deficit to win the sucker. Hell yeah.
I made dinner tonight. Chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Yum. And I just took an apple pie out of the oven.
Could I be any more domesticated???
We were thinking about getting TiVo, but it’s crazy expensive. Like $20/mo, and you have to sign a contract a la cell phone world. I can wait until we move back into the real world and get moxi again. I love moxi.
The kids were better today, and that made me happy. It’s good to have happy Fridays. Next week is Homecoming, so that’s a guaranteed happy Friday. The yearbook staff is sponsoring Mr. Student Body (male pageant, basically) as usual, so I’m looking forward to that. I missed it last year because I was at a SAT conference in Knoxville. I like the yearbook so much more this year, mostly because the evil seniors graduated and went on their merry ways, leaving me with a dedicated, creative, and hardworking staff. Rock on.
At some point this weekend I have to go to Borders to buy a $10 gift card for the student that won my original myth contest. Am I the coolest teacher ever or what? Can’t do that too much, though. 32K only goes so far, kids.
We read “The Cyclops” from the Odyssey today. They really liked it, I think. And trust me, they show it if they don’t like something. I forgot how funny that story is to read. We’re going to do “The Land of the Dead” and “The Cattle of the Sun God” (or “Lotus Eaters”… can’t remember what I picked), then we’re watching the movie. Great adaptation, I think. Oh! And I got Romeo and Juliet back! I talked to the 10th grade teacher about it today, and she agreed that it was best to switch back, because every time someone transfers in sophopmore year, they’ve already read R&J. So now we’re back on track with the texts and the rest of the state. Cool-e-o.
One day we will be unpacked. That day will be glorious.
I had something to say, and now it’s gone. I hate that.
We watched United 93 last night. Good, good movie, but so freaking sad. They tried so hard. It makes me want to cry again just thinking about it. I remember that morning like it was yesterday (as I’m sure almost everyone does). The whole time we were watching the movie, I was re-living that day as I saw it. It was nice for everyone to not be assholes to each other for those couple of weeks. ::sigh::
The hubby is at work, and I promised I would put my clothes away, so off I go.
We’re here in the new apartment, and… well… it’s a little smaller than my old one. But a lot free-er, so, you know.
We’ve managed to put most of the clothes away, quasi arrange the kitchen, and that’s about it. There is a wall of boxes in the living room, with a tiny walkway to get from the couch to the kitchen or hallway. I’m working on CDs, DVDs, and books, and I must say, I’m not entirely sure I now recommend that two English majors get married. Good Lord.
All in all, it is slowly starting to feel a bit more like home. I miss the townhouse, but I think about buying a house in a year or so, and it makes it better.
Grad classes have started and that’s going alright. Both of my courses are online, so I have a lot of flexibility. I think I’m going to delve into my first reading assignment tonight (3 chapters in the instructional tech book). Last week was all internet and discussion board, so I haven’t even cracked the books yet.
My sister-in-law got married this weekend. Twas lovely. She’s 19 and he’s 21, so I hope they are patient with each other. They seem really happy.
I think my parents are ripping me off on my wedding pictures. They are telling me that the $1200 package we bought doesn’t come with anything except the proof book and one 12×16. What? I know that’s not right. I saw the price list when we were talking about buying a package, and it came with 5×7’s and 8×10’s. I remember talking about how it was a good package, because everyone could have an enlarged picture. My theory is that they want to pick out the bigger pictures for themselves and give them to my stepmom’s family so that they don’t have to share with my husband’s family. How’s that for crap and a half? I, however, have a plan. I’m going to enlist someone to call the photographer with the guise of being interested in her services and ask for them to fax a package price list and what each package includes. I can manipulate, too, bitches.
In happier news, we have front row tickets to the Titans on Sunday. Woot!
The fish are huddled together in a corner. I think a conspiracy is brewing… must make a mental note to keep an eye on Bender.
Tomorrow is the big move. As in I have to leave my pretty townhouse forever and live on campus with the concrete block walls. Our apartment is really not so bad, aside from the tinyness of it vs. our packratism. The hubby has boxes of turbo parts for his Honda. I have trash bags full of stuffed animals that I refuse (refuse) to get rid of. So we will see. We might be in better shape now thanks to Target. We spent nearly $200 on organizational items. Well, that and some yoga stuff. We’re attempting to exercise together. The theory is that our materialism will spur us on. Once again, we will see.
Alright, time to organize. Yay!
I love spending time in bookstores. A couple of days ago we were at BAM, and I looked in the fiction/lit section under G until I found Memoirs, then sat and read two chapters (which happened to be 14 and 15, since it is the same book I’m reading at home). The hubby was flipping through Sport Compact Car or something of the sort, and we just sat next to each other in the big pleathery chairs and read. The only downside was the ridiculously low temperature in the store, which my wonderful husband remedied with a hot white mocha. God bless coffee shops in bookstores. Side note: our Target will soon have a Starbucks in it. They are going to rule the world.
So I love to go there. Books-A-Million is better than Borders, simply because the atmosphere in BAM is a bit more “hey, come sit awhile.” The selection is about the same, so I shoot for comfort. BAM is where I discovered Mental_Floss, which is the best magazine ever. Read it. You’ll see.
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Week one of work is over. It wasn’t too bad. I think the first day was actually worse than the whole first week. Kids sometimes don’t do well in unstructured environments. Lesson learned. I’m reading this great book right now that a co-worker lent me called When Kids Can’t Read. It has all kinds of strategies for struggling readers, some of which sound really interesting and worth trying. I can’t believe I haven’t heard of them before, considering that, in theory, I am a trained educator who specializes in reading/language. Go figure.
I would like to buy some Chanel No. 5. Not because I’m particular to the scent. I’m not even entirely sure of what it smells like, actually. I just want to have some. Materialism.
One of the things that sucks about his being gone is that I think about what we might be doing at this moment if he were here. I can see him on the computer perusing a forum of sort, and I’d probably be lying on the floor next to the coffee table watching the My Fair Brady season finale (because I am a hardcore Vh1 junkie). I have a craving for some coffee, but since I have to work tomorrow and we would have been out and about earlier today, we would skip the Starbucks and he would grind some Java City roast that he bought with his excess Plus dollars last semester. We’d be talking about my going back to work tomorrow and what the schedule was looking like. We’d look through the list of Titans that were giving autographs next week and decide which days we wanted to go (they’re at the Peay for training camp this year). I’d probably ask him to take a nice, hot bubble bath with me, and he’d do it even though he doesn’t like baths, because he loves me enough to realize that I’m saying goodbye to my summer, to our summer, and that it’s not really about the bath at all.
Him doing his thing, me doing mine, interacting in little bits here and there.
It doesn’t sound like much, but these are the things I love about my life. It’s also why tonight makes me sad. I’m watching the finale by myself, I’m terrible at making coffee and don’t even want to attempt it, and the bubble bath sounds like too much effort if it’s going to be a solo endeavor. I emailed him the list of Titans. He probably won’t even be able to check it before he gets back, but it was worth a shot. Emails provide the illusion of talking to him. He’ll call soon, but it’s always over far too soon.
On a positive note, the Geico commercial with Little Richard makes me laugh.
A transylvanian transvestite is frolicking across my television. Let’s do the time warp again, kids.
Did I ever tell you that I want to be a SAHM when I get older? That’s right: Stay At Home Mom. If you would have said that to me five years ago, I would have scoffed. Now it’s something I want. I’m sure the hubby would like for me to work so that we would have mucho mulah, but he’s incredibly supportive of the idea. He even added the idea of home schooling to the mix (which I hadn’t even considered before). As a public school teacher, it seems like it would only be logical to send the kids out there, but I kind of like the idea of teaching them at home. It’s something to think about.
Has it only been a day since he left?
I want this place to look fabulous when he gets back. Clean, unpacked, mostly moved in from the other apartment… I want him to come home and say, “wow.”
The clips from WTC look good. I still cry sometimes when I see images from that day. I miss the unity that apparently only mass devastation can bring.
Off to clean.
