Today David and I put our very first bid on our very first house. Most people would be excited, rather joyous, but instead I have a headache and I can't wait till the house is actually ours. (If all goes well) David is excited, but I am sheerly focused on waiting for the acceptance or counter offer. Deadline is Friday at noon.

I'm nauseous. I'm nauseous. I'm nauseous.

If you thought I was done with my rants about my former denomination, you are quite mistaken.

My brother waltzes in to my Gran's kitchen yesterday and announces that they learned about postmodernism in sunday school. My dad, always wanting the shortest version of the story, asked "So, what's the bottom line?" Before my brother could answer, I blurted out "What bottom line??? Is there one?"

Then my brother gives one: "That they (the postmodernists) are contradicting and wrong."

I asked him how was anyone in his youth group equipped to teach this, and he said that they reffered to THE WEBSITE.

me: "WHAT website???"

him: "The Postmodern Church's."

me: "Which ONE?!"

I HATE it when people take on a subject and TEACH it without really knowing what they are teaching. ( I still don't know which website he was referring to.)

I also hate it when everyone takes what is written on a web page as undisputed gospel truth. For all we know, they could have been reading Lark News.

Merry Christmas everyone! Today and tomorrow, David and I start the ping ponging back and forth between families in Mansfield. Next year we may not get that chance, we either go to California or stay in Texas. We were very lucky to have our families live two streets away from each other for our now FIVE Christmases together. I am looking forward to the festivities and family time. I hope everyone have a great holiday celebrating the birth of Christ, our Lord and Savior.

Wow last night was fun! David, Liz, and I went to Dave and Busters with Jamar,Scott, Scott, and the Ghostwerks Crew. Liz and I killed Khalid, David, and Corence at Super Shot basketball. For pics, go to David's website.

my cat really hates me right now.

I was tonight's big winner at the poker table! The ingrained Southern Baptist guilt over gambling hasn't kicked in yet, I think I have finally shaken it. It's not about winning money, I like it because it's fun to play with Wim and the gang and we apparently build rapports best when taking each others money.

Elf poon...hee hee

yay, Jamar's coming to Dallas!

I am enjoying the reaction of the male photographers who call me needing an assistant and I tell 'em I'm knocked up.

Isn't there anywhere in Dallas to get a slice of Boston Cream Pie?????

My Amazon Wishlist

tired of being at home.

Via Willis

Oh Holy Night!

GOOD GOD!

Keep listening, it gets better and better.

I'm just not the person I used to be:

*new obsession with "All My Children"
*David criticizing the iMac hurts MY feelings
*fits of tears erupt whenever there is something about parent/child interaction on t.v.
*my body is extremely unpredictable and a lot more pain materializes in weird places
*I've never before wanted to spend as much time with my family as I have...ever. Ask David.
*I've been caught watching "Oprah"
*I'm more interested in the TINY Converse hi-tops and Doc Marten wingtips than in my own size

***disclaimer: by no means am I complaining.

Yesterday I was at the Parks Mall in Arlington (PK6 to you Fast Forward employees) and I was pulling out of my parking space at Sears when I heard

"HEY!"

I looked back again (i had checked my rearviews right before) and there was a scary woman with a stroller and a little kiddo that had appeared from behind the hulking Excursion parked next to me. There was no way in hell that I knew they were there. She then yelled some obscenity at me and continued on into the store. I pulled back into the space and uncontrollably sobbed. Not because she yelled at me, but because I almost hit 2 kids. If it had been just her, I might've given her the finger right back and been on about my business.

Being a mom to be is very emotional.

I am an ESFJ according to Myers-Briggs Type Indicator.

The youth of America (or just Arlington) best be vigilant...I am officially a substitute for the Arlington Independent School District. bwahahaha!

Thanks Kausar, whether you knew it or not, those were words I needed to hear right now.