funky town

you know the song: "well, i talked about it, talked about it, talked about it, talked about it. Talk about, talk about, talk about mooo-oooo-ving.....gotta move on...!!!"

Looked at a house tonight with a realtor.  Pretty exciting, it had some exciting features we've always wanted: lots of land, 4 bedrooms, (YES!! my own room, finally!!!) a 4-car garage, a dog kennel and fenced-in backyard, and best of all, an in-ground swimming pool!  It was also awesome that it's on a pond, in a quiet, country neighborhood, so much different than this busy suburban town where the houses are so close together you could stick your head out the window and land a loogie on your neighbor's kitchen window, with ease.  no kidding.

But with the sacrifice of cramped neighborhoods comes the luxury of convenience.  location, location, location.  A hello to this rural home would mean goodbye to my beloved Trader Joe's, my gym with my favorite Body Combat instructor, and so many other places that have become very near and dear to my heart in all the years we've lived in this town.

Where is this fine house, you ask?  A long drive, my friend.  All the way down in Johnston County.
(I'd show you some pictures, but I didn't take any of my own and I couldn't copy the photos from the website, so here's the link if you're interested..)

http://www.fmrealty.com/real-estate/willow-springs/1030-lake-path-road/2054622?rowNum=1&searchID=219e28be-a4fe-45a3-a563-52bfd7c1087b&sortBy=priceDesc&pageSize=20&page=1&displayPhoto=exterior#

Anyhow, I just gotta sleep on this.  Has its pros and cons, but just the idea of moving out of this area to a very rural area is quite a change for me.  I like being a city girl, and even where I am now is not really that city-ish, but it's got all my creature comforts just a short drive away.  Not so out in the boonies.  oh but I bet you can see the stars at night out there, and the air might even smell a bit cleaner.  And i could take that little boat out on the pond, just me and the fish and the turtles, and have some quiet time to myself.  And get some big dogs to romp through the fields with.. And then there will be other considerations, too, like my new divisions of privacy, some new physical boundaries I'd like to create for my sleeping and private space.  And not to mention all those other changes, like new schools for the kids, finding a new church, where to shop, how to meet people out there, etc.

lots to think about.   and i'm too exhausted to think any more right now.

goodnight.

Teen band

These kids from School of Rock in Cary did a pretty good cover of AC/dc's "TNT" today at Colby's school carnival. That girl on the guitar solo really rocks!!!

https://youtu.be/qnM-b5kQmoM

Beautiful day for a ...

...shrink appointment.

it went well, thanks.  

ups man

The cats and I get really excited when the brown truck rolls by..

hmm, smells good, what could it be, oh what could it be???

ah-HA!!  

....aaaaaand they fit!!!

now let's fight.

#mmashorts

#happythursday

Snapchat

My daughter is teaching me how to make a Snapchat story. Catch me if you can!

just one more. then i'm done. promise.

Robin:  "Chemistry.  There's just one more thing you need besides chemistry."

Ted:  "What's that?"

Robin:  "Timing. And timing's a bitch."



the mighty Robin has spoken.

KUWTN anOthEr ePisoDe

sorry this will be short.

no pretty pictures of more boring museums 

or soaring skyscrapers over the blur of rush hour traffic.

cuz today i did not leave the walls of this shabby old rental house in Atlanta.

But the walls have spoken.  (I'll get to that in a moment.)

Today my son was sick and so while the girls were taken to the zoo and the CNN headquarters for some more touristy activities, I sat on the couch with my little one, held ice packs on his aching head, played the Brady Bunch season one dvd for him until he fell asleep, and kept him company while sneaking in a nap for myself.  

(to be totally truthful and honest, i actually was quite relieved to stay home with Colby and avoid the drama and sadness I feel when trying to pretend that i'm not pretending...which just makes me sad because by now it's so clear to me what my heart's desire is, i know that i know what i know, and the truth makes me sad, makes me feel guilty, makes me fearful of the future.

it was nicer to avoid all that emotion and just enjoy snuggling with my little boy on someone else's old couch that smells like some other people which grosses me out and makes me not want to place my head on the couch pillows, just ew.  but it was still sweet, he's still such a sweet young thing.

But here's where a little ripple of drama comes in...

not mine, though, fortunately.  my daughter's.

(this is where the talking wall comes in...)

She and her friend Sarah were having a crazy loud time in the bedroom they're sharing next to mine..like silly girls do...

..and i was hearing lots of thumps and bumps but didn't think much of it. 

until i heard her scream for me...for what happened was, in their wonderful game of turning somersaults and flips on their beds, my graceful girl accidentally smashed her foot through the wall!!!

(Can you hear that wall talking now?? I think i heard it scream OUCH!!!)

...and just for your perspective on the size of the hole, let's look again at the first picture, and you shall see what looks like a strange black dot underneath that weird abstract painting on the wall, see it?

I told her ok, no big deal, that's what security deposits are for,

but of course, she's a teenage girl with self esteem issues and when 30 minutes later her friend Sarah is still sitting alone in the room looking confused, i go to look for Sam and find her in the farthest corner of the downstairs, curled up and crying about that silly hole in the wall.

So i sit down on the smelly couch and try to comfort her by desperately racking my brain for a time in my own youth that i ALSO did something as stupid as smashing a hole in the wall whilst doing a somersault in someone else's house.  hmmmmm. i guess we tend to push some of those mistakes out of our minds, a selective memory type of thing, as we get older.  But after a box of chocolate raisins and a plate of cookies, she was back in the room with Sarah and they're back to giggling again. Just no more thump-bumps on the walls.  I told her that one day they'd look back on this and laugh, which I am doing already, since I'm not the type to take things like this too seriously anyway.  (i did many, many, many even STOOOPider things when i was much older than her. i may have had alcohol to blame for it, but still...)

ok, so thank God this trip is almost over and tomorrow we'll return to the clean streets, manicured lawns and snooty white Starbucks queens and stay-at-home moms of Cary, NC. 

goodnight!

(said the wall.)

fade to black..