man, it's been a while

I haven't blogged since September! That's just silly. We finally opened the Buda store in January, and we're slowly getting there. We're almost to the point of hanging up our artwork, getting the bulletin board hung, things of that nature. It's so awesome, having regulars who come every day and work in the shop. We're becoming a community gathering place. Looking forward to this summer when the kids are out of school, the outside pool is open at the YMCA, and summer camps are starting.

In other news: The girl did a back handspring last week! She's got the war wound on her nose to prove it, but she did it!! The boy is getting ready to go to Omaha for baseball this summer.

Never a dull moment!!

Progress and other rambles

We're making progress! The initial plumbing work passed on its first inspection. The concrete work passed its first inspection, too. Tho' I won't go into detail about the massive cluster f... that occurred in order to get the inspection done. Today the concrete gets poured. Next week we move onto walls. HOORAY!!!!

I'm thinking about getting the cabinets from the Habitat Re-Store. They will be cheaper, and I'll be able to stain them myself. Then I can make sure they match the stupid blue tables that I have to strip, sand, and varnish. Of course that means that I have to LEARN to strip, stain, and varnish. This should be a fun project for the woman with no time =)

In other news, I still have to get a copy of my bill from the x-ray folks in order to move forward with the legal issues related to the accident. Maybe some day it will be finished. It still creeps me out to drive over where my car was. Every day. And some times I still have flashes of the accident--like it's about to happen again. Maybe some day that will end.

Took Miss E up to the Brushy Creek reunion this past Labor Day. In the weeks leading up to the trip I was boring the hubby with story after story of family history--funny quirky details I remember from my childhood (like THIS great uncle used to cook squirrel stew and shoot possums in his yard, and THIS great aunt had bottle red hair til the day she died). What I realized on the drive up there is that 1-Tyler is very far away and I can't believe I visited Mom up there as much as I did with baby E, and 2-when I make the trip, I feel like I'm going home. I breathe deeper, feel calmer (well family drama aside), it smells better. I think when I die I want my ashes spread up in the piny woods. Happy thoughts, I know. But I guess it's good to hammer these details out while I still have the mental capacity to do it.

I think in the coming weeks I should have the website up for the shop, and then I'll have a clearer vision of what I really want this blog to be.

waiting

We seem to be at a standstill waiting for something to happen. We're waiting for the city to approve our most recently updated construction plans. We're waiting for the general contractor to come back with new bids for the hvac and electrical. Waiting.

We're waiting for the insurance company to finish all that they have to do regarding the accident. Waiting for all the medical claims to be filed so we can start the process of recouping some costs from the auto insurance company. Waiting.

E and I are waiting to find out what her new cheer program will be like. We're waiting for the new competition schedule. Waiting for information from her new coach about costs, uniforms, team members, etc. Waiting.

Problem is, I'm not good with waiting. I prefer action. Something that shows progress is being made. Some sign that things will get done, accomplishments will be made. Anything.

But no--we're just waiting.

They say that things happen for a reason

They say that things happen for a reason. How much stock can you put in that, though. I mean, could it really be true all of the time??? Is there really some great force directing every move that we make? Or are there certain moments, occurrences in which something bigger than ourselves has played a part? Three weeks ago, while heading home from work, I was in a car accident. It just so happened that I was by myself, as it was a Monday. If it had been Tuesday, E would have been with me. But it was a Monday, and I was headed home by myself. Was there a reason for my being in the accident? Was there some thing, bigger than myself (and the driver who flew across the road in front of me) that put me in that place at that time? The most obvious effects of the accident were that I had to find (and finance) a new car, and talk to a lawyer about my medical claims. There are less obvious consequences like a much higher interest rate than I used to have, a higher car payment, and dealing with uninsured motorists (seriously folks, carry insurance!!). But what about the ripple effect--the things in my future that happen as a direct, or indirect, result of the accident? Were they somewhere in the greater plan? All of the things happening now and in the future that result, in some way, from the accident? Is there really some cosmic reason for every detail???

There's a first time for everything

So I thought I might try my hand at blogging. I have a bit of free time and wondered if I would be any good at it. Will anyone read what I've written?

Even though we've been through hell over the past few months right it still feels like the calm before the storm. Maybe I'm just being apprehensive. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, reacting to all the dumping that's been going on recently. But maybe, just maybe my gut is right. Either way, I do know that things will be becoming much more insane over the next two months. HOPEFULLY it will all result in peace of mind, prosperity, and, most of all, happiness.