More rambling

Sorry that this blog hasn't been very education oriented...I am waiting for school to start. So for now, I working on the house. Today, I painted...again. I also went and bought some flowers and planted them in the pots on our front porch. Cute...very cute. Maybe tonight I will be able to line the shelves in the kitchen and unpack some dishes. Imagine...just imagine it.

Anyone out there know how to miter and install crown moulding? I think that will be my next MAJOR project. I say major because I cannot miter to save my life. Not to mention, there is furniture everywhere and we have 10 foot ceilings. That's the reason we are not having someone come and do it. The guy said that everything had to be out of the rooms...yeah, right. Can you say grand piano? The darn thing isn't moving.

Still need to get my ID for school. Still reading "First Cut." Ready for a nap. Need to dry my hair since I just took a way overdue shower.

Well, better go.

No, you will never get back these last 4 minutes...deal with it.

Catch Up Time!

It has been a while since I posted so I thought a rough overview of what I have been up to was in order.

We got moved in...sort of. I have not opened the boxes, much less have I begun to unpack them. Only a week and a half more until hubby is finally here to stay. While we would love to have a 4th of July party, I don't see how that is realistic when we have only one path to navigate through the living room. You know it is bad when people walk through the house and don't know there is a grand piano right next to them. I did finish painting the walls in the kitchen....finally. It looks really wonderful. The kitchen is going to be beautiful when everything is done and I must say that it is probably the rooms that is closest to being complete. I still need to re-sand (don't ask) the cabinet doors and paint them. The granite is in as are most of the appliances and the new floor. The dishwasher is still in the center of the room b/c the plumber needs to come over once more. Which brings me to another issue...the master bath. We bought these gorgeous faucets for the bathroom and had Juperana Tobacco granite installed...the two together literally took my breath away. Simply beautiful. The problem arose when the plumber attempted to install the faucets. The threading that is required to attach them to the decking is too short. So, I called Delta (the faucet manufacturer) and I had to order some "thick deck kits" so that the faucets can actually be used. While I wasn't thrilled about having to pay an additional $46, there weren't any other fixtures that we liked better and they still ended up being more cost effective than the next choice. So, we are waiting until the kits arrive to call the plumber to finish the work in both the kitchen and the bath. After that, hubby and I have called a moratorium on construction/remodeling by outside vendors for a while. I am sick of having people in my house. The vast majority of the workers are terrified of the dogs (which I am ok with) but I am sick of having to sit in a room with the pups so that I can have some peace an quiet and the poor dogs don't think we are punishing them. Putting them in the backyard (which was a big requirement b/c of them) is not always a possibility b/c people must go in and out to complete the work they are doing...or it is too darn hot to have the dogs out there for hours on end. Anyway, I am extremely happy about the kitchen and hope to get at least one more room done today.

I went to orientation last week. It was pouring down rain and I had no idea where to find an umbrella...so I wore my raincoat. Unfortunately, raincoats do little to protect one's face from sprinkles and now that I wear glasses --- let's suffice it to say that it was not fun. Aside from not being able to get most of the classes that I wanted (so I took what I could get), it was an enlightening experience. It appears that my classes will be filled with freshmen, but there is no reason why I shouldn't be able to use this semester as a GPA booster. I am taking Nutrition, First Aid, Chem, Mass Comm and Algebra. Despite having just complete Calc I & II, I bombed the Algebra placement test and so I am in that. Hubby keeps telling me that I should go take it again, but frankly I am fine with this. I haven't been in full-time class for like 10 years or something and I would rather take some more chilled back classes than freak myself out the first semester. My mentor thinks that I should drop the First Aid, b/c 12 hours is enough with all the labs. Not to mention..she asked "How many times can you learn to put a Band-Aid on?" Funny. I promised her that I would drop it if the schedule seemed like too much. She was satisfied with that. We'll see what happens.

I met the Director the formal post-bacc program who tried to convince me to jump into that. I just don't think I am ready. It is known as one of the roughest in the nation. Perhaps I will transfer into it next year. He was satisfied with that.

Congrats to all my buds who killed the MCAT. You guys rock and I hope that you will impart some of your extensive knowledge to me when the time comes.

I know I haven't covered everything, but I really need to find a Chem book and start reading.

Ta-ta for now.

Monday..which bed do I sleep in tonight?

Even though we pay a mortgage and have a house full of boxes somewhere about 2 hours south of where I write this, I feel pretty homeless right now. Last Tuesday, I packed suitcases, threw them in the back of my SUV and the dogs jumped in the backseat for the trip to DC for my Old PreMeds conference. I dropped them at the kennel and met up with my hubby at his office. I had scheduled some testing months ago to be done in DC and it was convenient that the conference began just hours after the testing concluded. We stayed 2 days with a church friend and then moved to the conference hotel for 3 nights and now I am back at the friend's for 2 nights so that I can go to a previously scheduled appointment this evening. I will drive back home tomorrow. While it is wonderful to have people in your life that will offer their guest room to you on an indefinite basis, we aren't even moved into the new house yet. I miss the dogs, our bed and the freedom to run naked through the house if I so choose! I feel guilty not yet having made an appearance downstairs yet to at least say "Good Morning." It is now 9:33 am. Perhaps she thinks I am still asleep? I doubt it. But, it is raining outside so laziness is completely possible.

The conference was fun. I met some great people and enjoyed some wonderfully interesting lectures. I learned a lot and changed my mind on a few things as well. If you are not familiar with Old PreMeds, check out their site (link in the right margin of this blog). Even if you aren't an OLD pre-med, there is a ton of great information to be had. The conference was completely informal which facilitated an open forum for questions and discussion. I highly recommend going to the next one. I will be there! Mark your calendar for June 7-9, 2007 in Chicago.

I guarantee that you will meet someone there that will give you hope as well as someone for whom you will provide the hope.

Peace out.

We have Internet!

I am pumped...the tech came out today and we finally have connectivity at the new house! Just in time for me to leave. I am headed to DC and Arlington, VA for a some testing and then on to the Old Pre-Meds Conference. I am totally hyped up about the conference. Someone from SDN got ahold of me and we are hoping to link up and attend some of the sessions together. It's too bad more people aren't going, but I am thrilled that I have the opportunity to check it out. I think it will be just what I need at the beginning of this long road.

TIME LAPSE --
I was going to continue with this entry, but it is late and I just finished watching a movie with a neighbor. I am hoping to get on the road before noon tomorrow and get an appointment with my hair chicky to get a cut...well, we'll have to see how that works out. I need to do a load of laundry and clean out my car before I can even think of leaving though. But, right now, I think it is time to drift off to dreamland.

Night, night all!

Choppy words...

We moved. I have realized that I am capable of more than I ever thought possible. Obviously, through God. It kind of makes me angry about all those times in my life when I gave up or settled for something less. I am talking physically, mentally, emotionally...you name it, it has been there. Wow. What a realization. Anyway...we have moved and perhaps I will put some of that new found ability to use - unpacking boxes. Ummm...no.

We don't have internet yet (Tuesday)...so the local market w/prepared foods has become my home away from home at every meal. (Just ate dinner.) I'll tell ya, I am addicted to SDN and my Random peeps...HOLLA! I am having withdrawl symptoms w/out internet at home.

This week, I have some educational testing to determine wha....I am not exactly sure what this testing will determine. But, I will report back. Then, I am attending the Old Pre-Meds conference in Crystal City (Arlington), Virginia. I am really looking forward to it.

I am still very sore from the accident, but the mental angle is much more severe. My face is hurting now, I got hit there pretty decently (broke my glasses). But, I will get through it.

Life goes on...thankfully.

Car crash

I have been writing that I am exhausted for months now. This move is really draining. Hubby has been burning his candle in a double boiler though. Yesterday morning (Thursday), it all caught up with us. We had practically just left the house to run some errands before the movers arrived to load up and we were grabbing a drive through breakfast. A large Diet Coke spilled over onto hubby as he drove and we both dove for it. I have always preached:
1. Let the drink spill
2. Hit the deer (I grew up in Texas and many people have been killed trying to avoid deer that have suddenly run into the road)

But, he was exhausted and judgment was not what it should have been…

I couldn’t get the words “Just drive” out of my mouth before we were on a one lane road to disaster-ville. I looked up to see us clearly headed off the road and toward a telephone pole. I screamed and closed my eyes. Whatever was before me, I didn’t want to see it. Next, the jump of the curb, then through a light pole (literally like right through it) and into the telephone pole. The airbags bags deployed…thank God! I have never experienced airbags before. I am grateful to be alive…and grateful for the airbags that made it possible. I just sat there looking at the now deflated bag praying “Thank you God, Thank you God.” Hubby had jumped out of the car and run around to my side. I was afraid that adrenaline was not allowing him to feel pain since I knew that I was hurting. I found out later that my side had taken most of the impact.

There was a police officer eating his breakfast in the parking lot that we had just left, so help arrived rapidly. I was taken by ambulance to the ER, but only because I have a history of back and neck injuries and was feeling a bit of tightness.

To make a long story short, I am still not feeling good. More bruises are showing up and my back is feeling pretty lousy. I am a bit unsteady, but I think that is just because the rest of my body is in pain..not because I hit my head or anything. Hubby is fine…thank God! We turned the car over to the insurance company so it could be written off as “totaled.” We have moved and are now surrounded by the walls of our new home and boxes containing the contents of our former one. We are very grateful that our injuries did not accurately reflect the severity of the crash. We are trying to spend more quality time together. I am having “day-mares” about the accident as opposed to nightmares. Hopefully, those will subside soon.

Hug those you love and be an organ donor!

A couple of more nights...

Just a couple of more nights in this house and it is off to the new place for good. Today is probably the first day I have actually been *excited* by the thought of the impending move. It has always been that this needs to be accomplished or that needs to be done. But, now the time is almost here and regardless of what is or is not completed...we will be sleeping in our bed in our new house on Saturday night. Friday night we will be there, but still crashing on the air bed.

Of course, it is not all a good reality. The fact that I will be away from hubby for 2 months (possibly less) is killing me. We'll know more about how long he will actually be staying here next Friday when he meets with the incoming Senior Pastor. I want to go on vacation. I want to relax in our new house. I want to lie in the hammock and listen to the water falling into our fish pond below...but I want to do it all with him. Not alone.

Whatever is to be will be. Good or bad...it will be what it is supposed to be.

I'm not sure what this is going to be about...

I really have no idea what this post is going to include. I guess I should have just titled it "A Stream of Consciousness." The house is not completely packed, but that is the movers' jobs. The granite will be installed in the new house on Thursday so we are going to drive down Wednesday afternoon. The floors are finished. I still have this thing in my calf that has been there for years, but supposedly doesn't exist. It is really weird. You can feel it. Sometimes it is really hard, sometimes it is the size of my thumb, sometimes it is the size of a pea. But, nonetheless, you can feel it. It hurts. Actually, more like an ache that makes you move. And, there is the bright blue vein that leads right to it. When I first complained about it like 3 years ago, my doc thought it might be a blood clot. I went and had an ultrasound done and that was ruled out. My hubby kept massaging it at my request. It temporarily got better and then returned. By this time, I was seeing a different PCP. She could feel it, actually she said she SEE it. So, she sent me for an MRI. The results came back that there was nothing. It has been a long standing joke that "that thing that doesn't exist hurts again." So, here I am again. It hurts. I see her for a physical on Wednesday, so we'll see what she says then. I mean, how much can you argue when a doppler and an MRI show nothing? Oh well.

Today I was reminded why womanhood is not for sissies. Ugh. Need I say more?

I am really pumped about this article re: pharmacogenetics that the Randomites are reading for discussion. Great idea, Q.

I think that is it. So sad. But, I did change the sheets on our bed to our favorite ones. Love these things. They are either 800 or 1000 TC. I forget, but I love them. Good night's sleep!

Ok...stream ended.

Moving - underway

The movers came this morning to pack. In fact, they just left. I cleared some stuff out of the garage so that they wouldn't pack it. Heck, we have more stuff than we need already. We have more stuff than we WANT actually. That is just sinful in my opinion. So many people completely without and we have more than we know what to do with!

Somehow, I wrenched my lower back. This is not anything shocking..it happens frequently. But, nonetheless painful.

The pups have to go to the vet tomorrow for their annual exams and to get their shots updated since they will be boarded in a couple of weeks when I go to the OPM Conference. I am really looking forward to it (the conference, not the vet)! I haven't heard of anyone I know planning to go, but I know that all of the rooms that were blocked off are taken, so I am anxious to meet some people.

I really need to go get something for lunch. The movers packed up the pantry, the spices, the dishes...the kitchen. Everything but 5 bananas, a few bad oranges and a couple of tomatoes that I will give to the neighbor across the street since the knives were packed too.

I think I will go surf around at SDN...

Have a good one.

Counting the days...

We completed our >1000 mile week (approx) last night. Exhausting. I am really worried about hubby. We drove back Saturday night, he left early for services on Sunday morning, then met with a family about a funeral (I had already returned home from church for a nap), then we got the bulletin done for the funeral so he would not have to worry about it being done correctly without him in the office...then we watched Grey's Anatomy (ahh!) and got to bed about midnight. Monday morning, we were up at 5am and on the road to the new house at 5:30. We had people everywhere...fence guys, plumbers, electrician, flooring...we retreated to the attic (obviously, it is a finished attic) for some rest. I was so exhausted that I slept through them sanding the floors below me! Hubby laughed. He was shocked that I could actually do that. Anyway, he didn't get any sleep. Poor thing. He has been burning the candle at both ends. I have at least been able to sneak a nap here and there. Today, he had to be up to do the funeral and a graveside service....then stay late to teach a class that he rescheduled from last evening. I will go in to have dinner with him later. Hopefully, he will lock his door and grab a nap between the funeral and dinner.

I had planned on driving both ways yesterday, but had a really bad dizzy spell about halfway there when we stopped to pick up breakfast. I felt bad that he had to drive knowing that he has gotten ZERO "good" sleep in the recent past. (That was redundant, eh?) I think it was because I drank some iced tea the evening before and I have had my problems with caffeine. I am obsessed with thinking it is something wrong with my heart, but I am wasting my life obsessing about that. Sometimes I can't tell if these fuzzy aches in my chest and back are actually muscular (the fibromyalgia acting up - which is totally logical with the nuttiness going on) or something I should REALLY be paying attention to. The fibro often has some of the same characteristics as cardiac issues...dizziness, chest pain, nausea, etc... but, I have also learned that my body is so quirky that I can't really follow "normal" protocol.

I hate the fact that my wonderful husband must deal with the crap that I deal with...through me.

This weekend was very difficult for him. Mother's Day was the 1st anniversary of his mom's death. We were moving at that time too. He had to make the decision to remove her from life support...she died shortly thereafter. He had graduated from seminary that same week and closed on the sale of her house the day before (until shortly before her death, she was going to move with us to Texas because living in her home was no longer an option...it had become too dangerous.) It was the house he had grown up in. The only home he had known until we got married. Even a year after we got married, it became his (our) home again when we moved in to take care of her. She had become chronically and later terminally ill. Those were a rough 3 years. We moved last year at this time as well. Now, we are setting down roots...we bought a house out of this area and plan to raise a family there...a small family...but a family.

To those of you who read my blog regularly, please forgive my constant whining. I feel like that is all I do. I am working on getting better. There is so much more in life to be grateful for that to complain about...I need to take advantage of those opportunities more.

Have a fantastic day!

Shut up screaming muscles

Barely makin' it. Drove back last night. New light fixtures are up (thank you, good electrician)...kitchen floor almost complete (thank you, good floor guy)...all but one bedroom primed or painted (bathrooms don't count). Fence not done...yet (they are beyond ticking me off)...move day is in 2 weeks.

Drive back tomorrow morning at 5:30 or so. Wish us luck.

It will be over soon. I keep telling myself that.

Driving, driving, and more driving

This move is exhausting. I can't even create a coherent sentence...so bear with me. I drove down on Tuesday- painted, painted, painted and painted some more. Then, I drove back Wednesday night. I think...is today Thursday? Tonight, we meet with the mover, tomorrow morning I have a doctor's appointment and then we get back in the car to head back down. We will stay there until late Saturday night - working and meeting with the floor guy who will start on Monday. Then, drive back...church Sunday here (since, it is more than worship for us..it is hubby's job) then drive back south on Sunday afternoon...stay through Monday and then (thank you , GOD!) we will make the drive for the 6th and final time in less than a week! We will not make the drive again until Friday (at earliest).

Ahh..I am wiped out just having typed that!

When I got to the house on Tuesday, I opened the console in my care only to NOT find my keys to the house. Hubby had stuck them in his pocket and failed to return them to my safe keeping place. As you can imagine, I was none too happy to find this out for the first time while sitting in front of our new house...100 miles south of where the keys lay. We ended up calling the contractor that we have working on the interior and I used his key while I was there.

I don't have any more energy. I am going back to sleep.

Over and out for now.


UPDATE (4 pm):
Have you ever been so tired that you can't sleep? That's where I was earlier. It was awful. Thankfully, I was finally able to get a few winks (then hubby called and woke me up - blah) so I am no longer have that terrible feeling. I have spent the day in bed. Yes, laziness but it has felt sooooo good. I also got a chance to indulge myself in something I really love...thinking about where I want to go..want to be...the road I am on. I am so grateful for the opportunity to go back to school. I often consider the brilliant minds that are without the opportunity that I have today. Those people that, for no other reason than bad luck have no hope for a better tomorrow. As I watch these guys who are building our fence at the new house work in the sun, I realize that while I am envious of the easy-going way they work together and seemingly live their lives, college wasn't even an option for most of them. If more people knew the way the Department of Education loan system works, I believe that more people would go to college and beyond. My point is...there are brilliant minds out there in my yard. Minds that could do much more than build fences if that is what they wanted to do. Please, don't misunderstand me. I don't feel that a person is of any less importance because they are building fences or digging ditches rather than running a company or are a physician. I just have seen too many people look at me as if their life is a waste beseeching me to make mine better than theirs has been. How do you beg back? My belief is that it's not over until it is truly over. Maybe I am a bit idealistic, but it has served me well and I see no reason to essentially die before you do.

How did I get onto that subject? Really, I could go on and on about it. It is something that troubles my heart and my wish is to leave this life with a financial legacy that allows more than merely any children that my husband and I may have to pursue higher education.

Anyway...my heart is really with organ transplantion. I would love to become a transplant surgeon. So, while I was lying in bed wanting to go to sleep this afternoon, I surfed on over to UNOS.ORG . At the bottom of the page, they have a link to a wonderful memorial to organ donors. I encourage you to read the stories. It was very heartwarming as well as heart-wrenching. If you have not already decided to be an organ donor upon your death (or a living donor - if you are willing) and let your wishes be known to your family, I ask that you do that today....tonight...the next opportunity. Please don't wait. There are over 92,000 people waiting. 92,000 people with people that love them, kids that need them, millions of lives that they touch. Don't take your organs with you. Where you are going you won't need them.

Thanks.

I have reached that point were you can longer differentiate between things that must get done and existing. I have spent way too much time on the 'puter today and my calendar is full. I am double booking and I am still out of time. Yes, I know, get off of the damn computer. Whatever. I will. I will. I just don't know where to start. Let's see, the plumber is going to be at the new house on Monday, but from what I understand so is the floor guy. I really need to go down there, but I am about thisclose to going crazy and I'm not sure that a 2 hours drive each way is going to thrill me. Hubby is doing a funeral and a graveside today. I don't know when it will be over. I need discuss our plan of attack with him. The mover needs to come over and I need to schedule a time for them to come pack for us. I don't care where they put things. I just can't do this again.

Whine, whine, whine.

Sorry.

Over and out.

Monday

Ahh...it is past midnight and I will likely sleep until 8am. Not that that is late or anything unusual, but what IS unusual is that I will not rush off to class mid-morning! Yeah! Now, I need ot concentrate on everything MOVING! (I am missing class already.)

I am probably going to go to the new house either tomorrow or Tuesday and stay through Thursday to get some work done. We just got back from there on Saturday evening. This is exhausting. I have so much painting to do (at the very least). We still haven't chosen the colors for the bedrooms nor the office. The trim throughout the house needs to be done and the foyer is lost somewhere in primer land. Anyway, I can't get overwhelmed. Really, I can't.

I got a MySpace profile, but I can't figure it out. It's things like this that make me feel so old. Hubby has a funeral to do tomorrow so he is snoring away.

Well, gave up the idea of dentistry...it's not what I really want...so why?

Sorry y'all, this post is going nowhere fast. Hopefully you will find something else to entertain you for the moment.

Kisses to all and to all a good kiss.

No class...creepy

I had forgotten how weird it feels to suddenly not have a class to study for. But, now it is upon me once again. It feels uncomfortable - like I am definitely forgetting to do something important but can't figure out what. I have the whole summer to get over the feeling (or get used to it) before I begin with a full load in the in fall.

I will be heading south today to help a friend get things together for her graduation party. I am not looking forward to it as this friend and her husband have annoying the living heck out of my hubby and me lately. Tomorrow, they come to measure for the granite and the guy doing the doorways will return to continue working. Hubby will drive down late after a church function Friday evening and will return with me after the party Saturday afternoon.

Anyway, I have very little to report this morning.

I hope you have a great day!

It's Over and I Got.....

an A!!! Woo Hoo! Ok, this may not seem like anything big to all of you SDN brains who consider Western Civ to be a fluff class, but I have never encountered a class more difficult than History. Seriously. Not math, not science, not underwater basket weaving nor any sort of English...History is a killer for me. But, it is over and I got an A. Life is good!

I am thrilled to have gotten that class out of the way...still don't ask me why...it had everything to do with the 4th letter of the alphabet the first time around.

Tonight, I shall re-approach the kitchen. It frightens me and I need to go buy a new fire extinguisher before the event. I am making homemade veggie pizza. Avoid using the stovetop at all costs :) Afterward, I think we are going to work on cleaning out the garage in anticipation of the move. We are so far behind. Still, nothing packed and move day is less than a month away.

Over an out for now my reading people! :)

Hope the day is a fantastic one for you!

Final...done

I took my one and only final today. 21/24. Looks like I got a B+ in the class, but I MAY have enough extra credit and prof respect that I will somehow pull off an A-. Either way, I will take it. I am glad the semester is over and I now must face the reality that I have just completed the last semester in which I will only be taking one class. Dr. Underdog, I hope you enjoyed it! 'Cause it's all over babe! You are being thrown back into the water...sink or swim.

Good luck to all who are taking finals this week and congrats to all of those that are graduating to longer white coats. Hopefully, I will be where you are in a few years!

Hot Salad Coming Through!

There is really no better way to describe this incident than the way I did on SDN (besides, I am not sure that I want to relive it!) :

Y'all, it is official. I CANNOT COOK! I was making SALAD and I started a fire (a big one) in the kitchen. In all fairness, I have to disclose that I have never fried in my life and I was frying these little, garlic and EVOO bread crumb covered chicken chunks. Poof...fire. BIG one. I have been working on this meal for like 5 days. (I cut up the baguette days ago to let it dry out.) But, today I had been working on it for about an hour and a half. Gone. We still haven't eaten. Thankfully, I am a real believer in having fire extinguishers in the house. (Hubby didn't even know we had one!) And, it showed me that I actually can be EXTREMELY calm in the face of pressure. HE was freaking out. He is usually the calm one! So, I got the fire extinguisher...took it out of the box, removed the pin...and shot it right at him! I mean, not intentionally...but he was standing next to our bonfire.

Now, we need to figure out where to go for dinner. Great.

Chicken - it's what's NOT for dinner.

Why? Because it is charred at the bottom of a trash can covered in fire extinguisher powder. Along with the grape and cherry tomatoes that had been lovingly chopped and mixed gently with garlic, red wine vinegar, EVOO, basil, salt and pepper.

Nevermind the awesome baguette croutons (approx. 1.5" x 1") that had been cut, dried, and toasted in the oven with a bit of EVOO...don't forget how EACH FRIGGIN' piece had been rubbed with a clove of yummy garlic.

Gee, it was gonna be a great meal. Ugh.

I guess I better go buy another fire extinguisher...I am cooking again on Tuesday.

Dude, I'm Waivering...I'm a Waffler....call me John Kerry or John McCain...or any of those other ones

I don't know what to think about this. I have always wanted to become a physician. But, I for some reason, I keep thinking about the possibility of going the dental route. I know, I hear that dentists are so unhappy and so on and so forth. But, nonetheless...
My desire to enter medicine is to have a profound impact on the health, wellness and quality of life of people. (Among other reasons - hey, this is not an interview so I'm not gonna spill it all)
Dentists do that too. I just don't know. It is WAY TOO early in this tributarial (is that even a word?) thought to make a decision. Anyway, that is where I am.

On another subject, we are headed south a day early this week to hopefully get something significant accomplished. I had hoped to spend the summer volunteering or working or twiddling my thumbs, but as we get closer and closer to moving day it seems that I will be supervising subcontractors for the summer. Gee. How thrilling. (Please tell me you got the sarcasm.) Hopefully, hubby will finish blowing up the tile in the kitchen so I can repair the subfloor and we can get the guy in there to lay the cork. I am really looking forward to having cork in the kitchen. We have tile in the house we are in now and it is awful. After standing for just a bit, my heels and back hurt! Cork is much softer. So, that is where we will be spending most of our time this weekend. The kitchen hasn't been touched because he has been working on removing the tile. But, we have granite guys coming in, a kitchenful of appliances that are being stored in the living room, the electrician needs to come do his thing...and so on and so forth. But, before any of that can be done, I need to paint the walls, sand the cabinets and repaint. I say "I" not because hubby isn't helping, but because he is dealing with the logistics of everything (thank goodness). I like to get my hands dirty and would rather that he deals with the details of getting everyone there.

That's about all I have for now. I am being a total bum today. I should have been up and at 'em hours ago, but I'm not. I have a CD (Covenant Discipleship) Group meeting at 2 pm. I am doing it as a favor to a girl we know who is in seminary. They thrust this 2 year project on them (on top of the internships, etc) and don't pay any mind to how difficult it is to get people who aren't in seminary to commit to a group for that long. When my husband was in seminary he constantly had to recruit new people. The group he ended up with was made up of him, me, the then Associate Pastor (who had graduated the year before and knew how difficult it was) and his learning partner (who had committed to a ton more too). It was one of those things where everyone was doing it to get him through. I don't think anyone was really getting anything out of it...and that is exactly how I feel about this one this year. I think this may be our last meeting since she graduates in May.

Ok, that's REALLY all I have for now.

Talk to y'all later.

Over and out.

The Best Man for the Job...

Tony Snow is the new WH Press Sec. I am pumped. I have avoided giving any clues as to who I am since the point of "Dr. Underdog" was to remain anonymous. Hopefully, my next few sentences will not blow that for me.

I used to work with Tony Snow. He is one of the most grounded, God-fearing, humble, and talented men you will ever meet. Brian Wilson of the same news outlet is also in that group. When I heard that Tony had developed cancer, my heart sank. Today, I am so excited to see such a great guy move to a new stage in his life. I am even more excited to read that he is cancer-free. The money's not as good in public service as it is in media, but this is a cool gig. That should tell you something about the man. I am thrilled for him and I will be watching a lot more briefings.

If you want a link, here ya go.

Way to go Tony! Congratulations!