Earlier today when I was driving home from an impromptu trip to Michael's, I passed the house that's behind the house across the street from our house. (Got that?) Let me paint you a picture of the house on a regular day. Big bellied men with no shirts on walking to...?, small children also not wearing shirts...or shoes for that matter, animals running everywhere...including that *darn* rooster that couldn't tell 0300 hours from 0700 hours if it's life depended on it.
The MOMD and I have been in bed listening to the sounds of hollering and/or illegal fireworks rush to our part of the neighborhood on several occasions. Today though, it was a whole new bread of Redneck. There were about 10 trucks, no cars (cars are for sissy men not fat, drunk, redneck white men) in the gravel part of their 'yard' and about 30 people in the shop. I only had the window cracked about an inch but I could hear the beer burps, man junk measuring and the carrying on as I drove by. All I could think of was, "it's going to be a long and loud night tonight".
Well folks, it's almost 2330 hours and I can still hear the jubilant sound of what we in the north west call Whiskey Tango. Now if only the MOMD was here and not at drill we could share in this happy occasion by calling the local police together...because we are old...and cranky, and that's what old and cranky people do!
-Giggle-
Showing posts with label Georgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Georgia. Show all posts
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
365 Days
I have lived in Georgia now for an entire year. It's been one severely wild ride or as my wonderful Dad refers to it as a 'Trip" cause he looks forward to his baby (and her husband...I think) heading back to the NW.
The last 365 days were not always met with a smile or a thankful heart but the Lord knows my heart. He knows I'm grateful for my many blessings. There will always be those people that don't understand where I'm coming from, but I know without a doubt, my Father in Heaven knows I love Him and I'm trying to be the woman he created me to be. The type of woman that for at least 300 days out of the year can wake up and greet the day with a smile and a 'thank you'.
So here's to my second 365 days in the South.
The last 365 days were not always met with a smile or a thankful heart but the Lord knows my heart. He knows I'm grateful for my many blessings. There will always be those people that don't understand where I'm coming from, but I know without a doubt, my Father in Heaven knows I love Him and I'm trying to be the woman he created me to be. The type of woman that for at least 300 days out of the year can wake up and greet the day with a smile and a 'thank you'.
So here's to my second 365 days in the South.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Took My Peaches To Georgia
It has been almost one year since I gave notice at my job of six years, packed up or threw out every last item I possessed, said goodbye to my family and amazing friends and made the move to Georgia with the MOMD. I have now been at my new job for nine months, in our house for seven months and married for six months.
We have had some hard times this past year; two family members had heart attacks, we were in two car accidents within a month of each other, I got Lyme disease, two family members passed away within a week of each other...the list goes on and on. It's been a hard year but a year of growth, not only personally, spiritually and emotionally but physically. Ha (we have both packed on a little "I'm happily married" weight)
I often miss my friends and my dad so much that I am careless with my words. So many times in the last year the phrases, "I hate Georgia!" and "I can't wait to move back to Oregon" have flown from my mouth. You have to keep in mind that it is nothing short of true that Georgia is almost the polar opposite of what I am accustomed, but that gives me no right to be so vilely ungrateful for this time in my life of change.
Moments of truth usually come to me when I'm getting ready for work in the morning. My most recent truth was that if I'm honest with myself, 'This is what I've always dreamed of'. I am living the main desire of my heart. This is my Psalm 37:4. That's when it hit me that again I have let the little things, you know those things you never remember a year later, get in the way of enjoying my answered prayers. At that moment I saw exactly what I had been doing. I had been focusing not on this amazing blessing of being a wife but on the terrible traffic, the sticky heat and a distance between me and those I love. Heartbreaking. I spent that day asking God for forgiveness and thanking him for Andrew. Things still get to me but since God has made me so aware of this, I am able to work on it a little each day.
As Andrew and I prepare for his deployment next year we cherish the small amount of time we have together. The little things seem much smaller and I couldn't be happier that God has allowed me to live my dream.
We have had some hard times this past year; two family members had heart attacks, we were in two car accidents within a month of each other, I got Lyme disease, two family members passed away within a week of each other...the list goes on and on. It's been a hard year but a year of growth, not only personally, spiritually and emotionally but physically. Ha (we have both packed on a little "I'm happily married" weight)
I often miss my friends and my dad so much that I am careless with my words. So many times in the last year the phrases, "I hate Georgia!" and "I can't wait to move back to Oregon" have flown from my mouth. You have to keep in mind that it is nothing short of true that Georgia is almost the polar opposite of what I am accustomed, but that gives me no right to be so vilely ungrateful for this time in my life of change.
Moments of truth usually come to me when I'm getting ready for work in the morning. My most recent truth was that if I'm honest with myself, 'This is what I've always dreamed of'. I am living the main desire of my heart. This is my Psalm 37:4. That's when it hit me that again I have let the little things, you know those things you never remember a year later, get in the way of enjoying my answered prayers. At that moment I saw exactly what I had been doing. I had been focusing not on this amazing blessing of being a wife but on the terrible traffic, the sticky heat and a distance between me and those I love. Heartbreaking. I spent that day asking God for forgiveness and thanking him for Andrew. Things still get to me but since God has made me so aware of this, I am able to work on it a little each day.
As Andrew and I prepare for his deployment next year we cherish the small amount of time we have together. The little things seem much smaller and I couldn't be happier that God has allowed me to live my dream.
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