So, here's the deal. I realized that the blogs that I like most are the blogs that seem to come straight from the heart. No matter what they're about, I need to get a real feeling from them. So in that spirit I've decided that my blog, while it will undoubtedly be filled with a certain amount of fluff and sparkle, will also be rantings and ravings about my life. Because it's my blog and I can do whatever I want. It might turn out to be hilarious. It might not, but whatever.
So here's my first official rant. Ok, so here's my current living situation: I was, in a previous and not to distant lifetime, a hair stylist (right out of high school). Then I found out I had rheumatoid arthritis. If you don't know anything about RA let me tell you: IT SUCKS. Lots of pain and discomfort and fatigue. Especially when you're standing on your feet all day long listening to women whine about how they want to cut their hair short but their husbands might not like it. Give me a freakin break.
Anyways, despite the pain I did hair for four years. Then, realizing that my goal of going to school while working was NOT going to happen, I asked my father if I could move into the spare bedroom of his house and go to college full time. This meant moving to Corpus Christi (lame). But I did it. And it was going ok. Then, we had to move into a different house because my dad rents because his credit sucks and he's bad with money. He's actually really good at making money, it just flies right out the window. So, the rental market in the area sucks. There are a lot of short term rentals but not a lot of long term. So for 9 months, we lived in 3 different houses.
Finally my dad realized this wasn't going to work and decided he wanted to move to Okla-freakin-homa. Were his girlfriend is. Big freakin surprise. Actually it was. I was shocked. But that's a whole other story. Oh, I remember...the shocking part was, "We're moving in two months". That's not how I work, man. I plan. I make sure all the pieces are in place and fit together before I make a big decision like, oh I don't know, moving your family to another state. (parents are divorced btw).
So it actually fell on me to put a lot of the pieces into place and I got the moving truck, the moving crew, the boxes, all that crap set up. The day before we move I go to the storage units to grab some packing tape and discover that there is an additional red security lock on the units. The manager/owner of the place is MIA. Out sick apparently. Office closed. No one to deal with the business. Red locks all over the damn place. We tried for three days to get a hold of the woman. Finally my dad decides we will just move what we have (clothes, computers, etc) up to Oklahoma and come back for the rest of the stuff later.
That, my friends, was two weeks ago. And it looks like it will be another weeks to two weeks before he goes back down there. Why? I don't know. I ask him and he gets huffy. That's another issue all together which I won't rant about now. What I can tell you, is that if I don't get my furniture soon I'm going to...err...ok I don't even know, but it won't be pretty.
p.s. what do you think of the white background?
When we first moved into our house, we noticed that right outside one of the living rooms windows, a Bank Swallow had built her nest on a beam. So we had a front row view of the baby birds once they hatched. Yesterday, the brave little ones left the nest. They scared me half to death because they flew off when I went out one morning to water my plants. I was so worried that I had caused them to leave the nest too early and they weren't going to be alright. But they're just fine. We've seen them flying around in the trees and their parents teaching them how to catch bugs. I kind of miss them, but I'm also glad I don't have to be careful when I go out on my patio. Because now I have these lovelies:
Aren't they gorgeous! I got them at Walmart for $2 a plant! They looked rather sad and spindly when my sister and I found them but I have nursed them back to life! I'm so excited that my black thumb is turning green. It's probably because I love roses so much. Only the Tiffany Roses (lower left) really have a strong fragrance. Strangely enough, the "Perfume Delight" (upper left) roses have hardly any fragrance. I'm also rather pleased with my basil. I love having fresh herbs. As it gets closer to cold weather, I'm going to slowly acclimate them to the indoors. Hopefully I'll be able to keep them alive indoors. If not, I can always buy more in the spring. In fact, I can't wait for next spring! I'm now living in a state with fertile soil and I am going to go bonkers next spring. I really want to get Gardenias. I'm not sure in what capacity God exists, but if he has a smell, I bet you it's Gardenias.
