Monday, January 30, 2012

TODAY I got NEWS!!!

That I will get news on FRIDAY.

Boo.

I'm not patient....so waiting til the end of yet another week....is quite a painful thing.  HOWEVER.  My manager states that she doesn't think it will be a problem.  HOWEVER.. until it's all said and done, I won't rest easy.  And as Wayne tells me, even then there will be something new I will stress out about!! lol.  But hey, I already have wedding desserts figured out, thanks to his mom! (hehehe)

It just seems too good to be true.  A job that I just LOVE.  A relationship that is going well (to my knowledge at least??), etc, etc.  And to add how hard it was for my nursing licence, the visa dramas..perhaps I'm just expecting drama and chaos?  I dunno.  I just keep waiting for the bottom to drop out.

And as I type, my folks are in the process of moving from KY to Florida.  While part of me is sooo happy for them, to be actually doing what they want with their retirement, part of me is selfish and unhappy with the move.  It's really hard to explain.  It's the house I lived in since I was 8.  It's the house I grew up in.  The movie "Sweet home Alabama" has a quote in it, "you can't have roots and wings".  And this is true.  I'm the one who moved 11k miles away, but wishing my folks would stay there forever?  I dunno, I guess I just had this image of taking our kids there someday.   Having christmas day sledding down the hill, etc. 

Since this blog is more for me than anyone else, I will leave with some Miranda Lambert lyrics!

Song: "The house that built me" by Miranda Lambert

"I know they say you can't go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am, I know you don't know me from Adam
But these hand prints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From "Better Homes and Garden" magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
And nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone elseI thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in, I swear I'll leaveWon't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home, you move on
And you do the best you can
I got lost in this whole world
And forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone elseI thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me"

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