Certain uncertainty...

Yes, that's right, after tomorrow, I will once again join the ranks of the full-time employed. This would be absolutely no problem except for one wrinkle: I will have no vacation time for one year. No trips home, no seeing my Mum, or other family, for one entire year. So, I did what any all-American girl would do. I had a meltdown. Yep, tears, raging, the whole nine yards. I hate them, but the bright side is that a meltdown is a sure-fire way of getting Jon to actually listen to me. Not that I have these episodes intentionally, but when everything builds up and up and up, at some point, pressure must be relieved! We'll see how everything goes for awhile.

There is sooo much going on in my head these days. I need to get something off my chest, but first,let me start by saying this: I love my husband dearly, and I would follow him to the ends of the earth. That being said, I am miffed lately. When we moved out here a year ago, and I found a job, it was understood that the work would be full-time during tax season, but part time the rest of the year. Well, guess what? Now that it is "the rest of the year" this is a problem for him. He keeps dropping not-so-subtle hints about full-time jobs and the like. It is all I can do to keep from shouting, "This whole damned move was YOUR IDEA, FOR YOUR CAREER, AND NOW MY WORKING PART TIME IS AN ISSUE???? IS YOUR MEMORY THAT SHORT??!!!! Ok, now that I have cleared the air, I have to say I have two really good prospects out there. Keeping my fingers crossed. TheTarb

Lately, I have really been giving serious thought to a future beyond the next six months. I feel like Jon's career may soon really be settling in, and then it will be my turn. I want to have a "plan" for this eventuality. I have been putting ideas into categories, too. Like, "dream", "doable", and "settling". As I process these ideas, I really am counting on God to open my eyes and my heart to new possibilities. So, as I undertake this "what do I want to be when I grow up?" phase, I want to keep sight of a few truths: 1. My husband and our family (of two or how ever many we end up as) remains my priority. 2. I am confident that whatever God has in store for me will leave room for truth number one. 3. I must hold on to myself, and not "become" what I choose. Ok, that being said, I am off to process! Peace and Prayers, Kelly

Well, I am trying out a new thing-- it is called actually writing on a regular basis. We'll see how long THAT lasts, eh? It will at least make it one day! I have been overcome by Olympic Fever. There is no known cure, and it can only be treated with megadoses of cathode-ray tube exposure. The good news is that this virus runs its course in about 16 days or so, leaving its victims with no long-term damage. I find myself saying things like, "Wow, that was a great routine, but the dismount did nothing for me. Did you see that hop-step? Tsk, tsk!" I am also developing weird crushes on beautiful looking young men at whom I would ordinarily not even glance twice. It's just the whole moment-of-glory effect. Ah well, this too shall pass. In the meantime, it's back to the couch and those women's gymnatics scores!

Wow. How more remiss can I get? It has been well over a month since I last blogged. Not that anyone is actually reading. But that's ok. This is for ME ME ME! My only excuse, poor as it is, is that it is TAX SEASON. So, the abridged version of what has been going on: Jon still hates his job, though he got another promotion. I am sooo ready for my visit home in May. Lookout Maryland, here I come!!! Jon still practicing, hopefull a gig will come soon??? Please please please?? So that is the only news-- our life is incredibly boring, you see. I am really struggling right now with God's direction in my life. I know he is talking, but I really have to work on my listening skills. Emmaus may help that. Toying with some ideas, and really need to find something that quiets my thoughts. I think I will chew on htat awhile... Me

Legal Mac and Cheese! I cannot begin to say how glad I am to be living right now! How cool is it that I can sit here and let out whatever is there while eating shells and cheese that will actually help me lose weight!?? Quite possible the perfect convenience food! Don't get me wrong-- this is not even in the same category as my Mom's. Can't even compare the two. But Mom's doesn't weigh in at 240 calories a serving, either. Ok, wow! I'm going back to my lunch now...

Ok, I have decided to try this out. My own little corner where I can share whatever crazy, mundane, or profound thoughts arrive in my head. In days gone by, when I would have a thought that would perhaps not follow the previous thought in an orderly fashion, my mother would ask, "Which starting gate was that?" I, of course, would take great offense at this comment, and much pouting would ensue. Well every dog has her day, Mom. And today, as I begin my own humble little blog, is mine. And so it goes. If someone happens upon this, "Hi!" I doubt too many people are actually interested in the ramblings of an East Coast Girl transplanted t in the desert. That means I can be as random as I choose, Mom. And that's the truth, PPHHLLLLBBBTTTTT. Me