I feel like I haven’t blogged in ages. Oh! I guess that’s because I haven’t. I’ve hardly had time to read email let alone the blogs I’ve been following and it’s usually in between phone calls or sorting or packing or selling yet another item that I thought I was keeping. Even now, it’s 11:30 and in a few short hours (made even shorter by my little man’s constant night-wakings…seems the stress is getting to him, too) big, burly men will be coming to take away the scattered remains of my stuff. The most glorious part in the midst of all this chaos is that I don’t actually have to pack anything, they’re doing that part for me. I’ve always wanted someone else to do my packing for me (I’ve done a lot, a. lot. of moving in my day). I have so much to say, I wish I’d been able to keep up with writing more of this experience down, I hope I’ll remember enough of it in the coming days to record some more of it cause it has been all manner of crazy. One thing I know for sure: We have too. much. crap. Oh well, I don’t have to pack it this time. And I’m kind of looking forward to having it arrive in a couple months, it’ll be like Christmas in February, with a surprise in every box! My grammar sucks, it’s time to go to bed. More soon…
Merry Christmas!! I have much more to blog about, but that will come later as right now we are in the height of Christmas cheer and revelry and I’m being anti-social by typing away on my computer in the middle of the living room while everyone else is being cheery. I might even try to post pictures on here!
The only conclusion I can draw is that in my time away I have somehow developed an allergy to Canada. What else would explain the fact that I have not had a well day since I arrived. Granted I had a cold (or possibly allergies to all the dust being kicked up from moving stuff at home) when I arrived, but it was on it’s way out, I was feeling better. And then came the stomach flu which was also on it’s way out when last I blogged. But then came the Upper Respiratory Infection and Bronchitis quite literally on the heals of everything else.
What an adventure this trip home has been. We were quite nervous about flying with Doodle for the first time. And we had to do it twice in one day. He was amazing. Charmed the flight crew and other passengers then promptly fell asleep for the entire first flight. The second flight was a tight connection but only 5 gates away so we had time to change a diaper, grab a burger and get on the plane. The second flight was a little longer so he didn’t sleep the entire time but it was not a full plane so we had an entire row to ourselves to let him play and jump on the seat a little. We arrived in style and spent the afternoon with the Rocket Scientist’s best man and his wife and their new dog Togo. I’ll have to post pictures later. Made it to my Mom’s that night in what was to be only our first blizzard.
Sure I’m terribly behind in everything and my house looks like a small herd of elephants came through and randomly spewed clothes and packing materials. Oh, and I leave for Canada in the morning not to return for three weeks, but hey…I can’t miss out on a game of tag!
- Link the person who tagged you. – Thank you Sam for providing me with this little distraction
- Post the rules on your blog. – Okay, I think I got that one covered
- Share seven random or weird facts about yourself. – Hmm…which seven to share…see below
- Tag seven other people and include links to their tags – SciFi Mama, Christy, RR, Anna, Joanna, Shabby Girl, and Lina
- Let each of the other people know by commenting on their blogs – Off to comment
- I lived in a mud hut in Africa for a time
- I’m married to one of those guys that in the b-grade sci-fi movies is responsible for opening up black holes that threaten to destroy our universe (only in real life, they don’t actually open black holes) *Edit – my husband informs me they theoretically could open black holes, just not ones that would threaten to destroy the universe – who knew!*
- I was a guest speaker at a Leadership retreat for my church back when I had a blue mohawk
- I taught Grade One at a Christian school for three years.
- My 8 month old son suddenly decided to start crawling today (while I was writing this actually, I had to stop and take some film of it for his dad)
- I got my first tattoo at 27 and my most recent one this past August (I have three altogether with the next four already planned)
- I’ve had a reality TV show film me singing on the worship team at my church because I didn’t ‘look’ like someone who would do that (I had a couple facial piercings, an undercut, and blue/purple/black braids in my hair)
To be honest, I have no idea. I realize I haven’t posted in what seems like forever, and it’s not for lack of things to say, it’s more for lack of being able to keep a single thought in my head long enough to type a full and complete sentence. I need to type like Data from the STNG days (that’s Star Trek the Next Generation for all you non-sci-fi types). So why am I typing now you ask? Because I’m desperately trying not to do anything actually productive. I had a great post running through my head the other day as a follow up for My Life Costs How Much? and that was, “My life is Worth How Much?”. Last weekend I arrived at our church’s Worship Team Christmas Lunch and Workshop and nearly broke down in tears at the sight of everyone. I explained that it was just a bit of an emotional day because I’d just finished putting my life up for sale on craigslist. Or at least that’s how it felt to see so much of my household goods in an ad like that. My best friend chided me to have a little perspective…that is until she saw my ad printed up on Sunday…then she started crying. We haven’t really allowed ourselves to think too much about the imminent departure. The thing that really gets me is that I’m not a particularly sentimental person, especially when it comes to things so why am I completely wrecked at the fact that we’re selling our couch and our bedroom dresser and our home theater system (and the list goes on and on and on and on…). My mom keeps telling me, it’s not the things but what they represent, ie. the life that the Rocket Scientist and I had built here in Chicago and I hear and acknowledge the wisdom in that, but I think part of me is always a little surprised when the rules apply to me. And I think, too, I’m a bit disappointed that the excitement of this upcoming new adventure feels so overwhelmed by the sadness of selling and donating and packing and leaving. Just driving home yesterday from the grocery store and seeing our beautiful skyline and parks and people…needless to say, I’ve spent the last week crying. But we’re trying very hard to get as much sold as we can by tomorrow because Saturday we head off to Canada to see family and by the time I get back, it’s 2 days before Christmas and 7 days before the movers come. We’re actually going to be decorating the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve this year…and then taking it down on boxing day (well maybe we’ll leave it up a couple days longer). And no, I absolutely cannot go without a tree for my son’s first Christmas. I know he won’t know or care, but I will and the pictures will always cause me great pain. So that is me, not really sure what day it is, where I am or which end is up and I don’t see that changing in the near future. Please God, let all these myriad of things work out and let the time that I am able to spend with all these people you’ve blessed my life with be filled with peace and joy and contentment. And Thank You that we live, not as those without hope, but fully confident that in the end, we will all be together.