How Did I Get Here?

I find it amusing how a little less than 2 months ago, the only thing I really needed to take care of was numero uno. I worked 100 hours a week and hung out with friends as much as possible. My mom, the laundry nazi, would have all of my clothes folded on my bed within 12 hours of hitting the hamper. I could get by cleaning my room every other week because I was hardly ever at home.

Today, as I had to make a stop to Vikki's Pool due to our cloudy pool water, making dinner, scrubbing the kitchen floor (puppies still love to dig in the mud), 2 loads of laundry, and vacuuming, I am wondering how in the heck did I get here?

I wouldn't change it for the world. My love is an absolute sweetheart. He didn't get home until 1:30am, but is constantly showing his appreciation and love towards me.

It draws me back on my confirmation class. I went to a private school for 8 years and approximately 11 years ago, my pastor told us there are 3 ways God answers prayers.

1) Yes!
2) Yes, but later
3) Yes, but something better

I still carry that lesson with me, especially during these days when I wonder why in the heck hasn't my future employer called.

Instead of concentrating on how bad I want a job, I should really see that the glass is half full and enjoy this once in a blue moon free time.

Stupid Cold

When the boys in his company came back from JRTC, they all came back with some kind of head cold/flu which they passed onto him and in turn, he so kindly passed onto me.



Besides a few errands to Home Depot, Petsmart, and Target, I've been in bed all day, but of course with company.






Daisy has been relatively good yesterday and today. And by relatively good, I am excluding the fact that I woke up at 6am this morning to her literally sitting and splashing in her water dish.


Last night, a fellow LT threw a surprise party for his wife and had a little get together. I had so much fun and seriously met some of the nicest, most down to earth people. I met two women who have kids and are serving in the Army. I admire them so much. Not to mention, these women I met were drop dead gorgeous.


There were 8 of us who stayed until midnight. We played boys vs. girls Pictionary. It's been awhile since I've had that much fun.


Time for he and I to go walk the puppies!

Hormones

Today has been a bad day. And I know when I look at this post in a few days, I will simply laugh at myself. Not to mention my 3 favorite letters...P....M...S

Potty training has been so frustrating. She's a baby, I know, but when you're already having a bad day and you seriously turn your head 2 times for less than 1 minute and in those 2 times, she somehow manages to pee on our bedroom carpet.

He has been gone a lot lately so last night I was flustered as I was cleaning the carpet, he's made a comment to me that its not that big of a deal. This coming from a guy who has yet to clean up after her once in the short week that we have had her.


And due to the dogs and the excessive walking, I am always wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Since it was Friday and we are going out to dinner, I decided to take a nice relaxing bath. Shortly afterwards, I let the dogs out, normally I go with them to watch the Daisy, but I figured they would be fine.

Not at all.

Daisy and Dakota decided to go underneath the deck and start digging in the wet sand/dirt which is the same as mud. When they came running up the stairs, they were just covered. I cleaned off Dakota first on the deck and by the time it was Daisy's turn, she had scurried her little butt back under the deck to just lay in the hole the two had dug.

She didn't want to come out.

So I did what any normal, freshly showered woman would do.

I crawled through the mud to grab her.

When he just called, I did everything in my power to sound like I wasn't crying. I doubt he bought it.

Tomorrow is another day.

Michael Vick's House of Pain

When my mom calls, she hears the dogs playing in the background and always ask, "What is that?!". I reply with, "This is apparently Michael Vick's House of Pain".

I think I took for granted how mellow Dakota was as a puppy. Daisy is a pistol. She's a mere 8lbs and holds her own in this house. She gets into everything and always wants to play between 2am-5am in the morning.

Dakota slept with Dave as a puppy. We tried it with Daisy for 4 nights and it looks like she will be going into the crate.

I do love how ideal our house is for the dogs. We have the master bedroom right off our extremely long kitchen. I bought 2 baby gates and limit the devil children to 2 rooms.

I'm sitting here waiting for the dish network people to show up. I love the, "sometime between 12pm-5pm". I need to walk these 2 dogs before they drive me crazy.

Our house is coming around slowly but surely. The key items we still need are a washer/dryer (not fun to be without) and a television (I'm learning to survive).

Off to be somewhat productive.

Yes, I Know We're Crazy

This morning I begged him to go to Wal-Mart to buy me some pool tools while I walked Dakota.

Instead of pool toys, he came home with her. The 3rd love of my life.

Meet Daisy. A 5 week old Siberian Husky. I've always wanted a husky.

Just what I need right? With a brand new house and an already rowdy 10 month old rotweiller.

Either way, He and I are in love with her and our girls.

Chaos

And here it goes...

I despise living between 2 places. We just closed this morning (yeah!) and we are no where close to being moved into the other house.

Right after closing, he had to go to work so I loaded a moving truck and unloaded it all by myself. Meanwhile, I thought Dakota would love to run around in our new backyard. She runs back in the house and somehow managed to roll around in dog poop. Lovely.

I am not going to lie, there was a point I was going to break down. I called my mom. She knows me too well and bought me everything for the guest bathroom, so I was able to set everything up in there. I am the queen of finding things a home. And there is just so much stuff. Not to mention, I was very tempted to "accidentally" break/drop some of his things. Is that bad?

I am absolutely tired. There are a ton of things I need at Wal-Mart and I should make dinner, but I am beat. I can't wait to have everything in one place and everything settled.

Home

We close on Monday and this whole thing will soon become a reality.

Last night we had pizza downtown and went on our weekly walk down on the beautiful river walk. I've been down here for 4 weeks. We promised ourselves we would swing by the river at least once a week and so far we've kept our promise.

It was an absolutely beautiful night. We found our swing overlooking the river and I took my usual position of placing my head on his lap. We talked for close to an hour just like the previous 3 outings.

As we walked back to the car, I realized this is love.

I probably should be stressed about a million and one things, but for now, I'm just going to enjoy where I am at in this crazy life.

This is my happiness.

"I tell him often that I love him, but never in an automatic, rote way. Rather, I really think about the words, what they mean. Love as a verb. Love as a committment"
-Love the One You're With (Emily Griffin)

I am truly so happy and so me whenever he is in my prescence. It's a feeling I really can't explain. It's a comfort, a security blanket, an instant smile, and just a peace of mind.

We went to the home inspection today and we are actually going to close early! Well hopefully. On the way home from dinner, he turns to me and goes we have a house, a couple cars, a dog, a pool, a deck. We have everything.

Well almost everything. I will still feel 100% better if I had a job that I kind of, sort of liked. I have 2 interviews tomorrow. I called the university and they haven't started the process yet. I guess that is a good thing.

They want someone young (check), a management degree (check) and at least 1 year of managment/marketing experience (check).

You know the expression, it's only after you lost everything that you are now free to do anything. People put such a positive spin on it. What if you don't know what you really want to do? I love that my majors can provide me with endless options, but at the same time, too many options is never a good thing.

I know God has a plan. And I love that my plan involves David. I know no matter what happens, at least I will always have a source of happiness.

Doubting Thomas.

It started last week after he and I accepted an offer on the house. It's a beautiful home. I was thrilled. I took a giant leap of faith by quitting my job and moving to TN.

I called my best friend from college, Wayne, who has always supported me in pretty much every decision I have ever made. He just sat there in silence. He asked me what had happened with Jon. I told him, he would never be Dave. He never said, I'm happy for you. He simply said, "Well you either crazy now or you were crazy for the past 4 months".

And now I find myself in this TERRIBLE "in between phase" where my friends, through him, still don't trust me, my closest friends are sitting back, going, we'll see what happens next.

I've honestly never been happier, but have never, ever felt more alone. I'm back home, trying to get everything settled (dentist appointments, car insurance, etc.). It doesn't help he's in TN working and it's just Dakota and I. I have given him such attitude the past couple of days.

This is the longest I have not worked since I was 13 years old. I hate it. I think that is the thing I always loved about me was I had "purpose" which was either my college career or my job. Now I have neither.

I submitted 2 applications online on monster.com to work in Nashville on Sunday and they called me Monday morning. I have interviews at both places next week.

I also applied for a job at the local University. It's 15 minutes from our house and I would be working in their athletic department. Based on what they are looking for, I do feel I am perfect for the job and am desperately waiting to hear back from them.

How can I hate and love where I am at, at the same time?

It's amazing how I feel I can take a deep exhale after I let it all out....

Full Circle?

I started a blog exactly 4 years ago when I started college. I just needed to vent even if I knew nobody would respond. I switched to Live Journal and now I find myself back here again...

This is ironic in more ways than one.