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Whoa. Has it really been this long since I blogged? I guess it has been. I think when you’re unhappy or too focused on something, that you actually quit doing the things you love. Enough said. That’s what happened to me. I slowed way down on yoga. I quit blogging entirely. I focused on where I wanted to be and what I needed to do. I said it out loud to people that I knew. The universe finally dropped it in my lap. Sort of. Not without my help of course. It has been exhausting.

I think I have a ten year attention span for things. Things like jobs. Things like relationships. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m done trying to figure it out. All I know is that where I was – was where I didn’t need to spend the rest of my life. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t a bad, dark, evil place. I just knew in my heart I needed and wanted something different. And I got it. Finally!

You may remember I cleaned a movie theater for an entire year or more. It sucked but it got me the money I needed to be where I am right now. I’ve had a dream of owning my OWN place for a very, very long time now. And I’m happy to say that – that time is pretty much now. For as I write this, I pen from my computer on my OWN sun porch in the house that I bought with my own blood, sweat and tears. Nothing has felt more complete. Huge stress on the nothing, that’s for sure.

I’ve been on a house search for years now. A secret house search that my husband was unaware of. I know. I’m terrible. I knew what kind of place I wanted to live in. I knew how I wanted to live. The place I landed at with him just wasn’t cutting it. In more ways than one. So. I saved some cash. I got a full time job that doesn’t pay super great, but it pays enough. I don’t need nor do I want a lot anymore. I like simplicity. Food. Shelter. Gas. You get my drift.

A few years ago I found a house. I loved it. My parents had this great realty lady. She showed me the home. I told her my yoga income and all the sources from which it came. Not a happy thing. So. I kept looking at homes. I kept searching for a full time job. I got the job. And in March of this year, I got the house. It had been listed for two whole days. I’d been getting extremely antsy. I wanted to move. I wanted a bungalow that wasn’t too old. One that wasn’t too big. One that didn’t need too much work. I wanted a garage. A fireplace with windows on either side and a pretty, but small kind of yard. Too much too ask? Pretty much. I started looking at houses openly once I told my husband of my intentions. So with my daughter in tow, we looked. We looked in great hoods, we looked in bad hoods. I was about to give up. And then I told her this. I told her we will find a place just for us, in a place that we never considered living. It will have everything we need and everything we want. She rolled her eyes and pretty much told me we would be moving to the ghetto.
I laughed and seriously thought she might be correct. I thought about getting a gun and the permit that would be necessary to carry it in one of those purses we sell at my work. I hate guns.

We found a house. It was on the NORTH side. OMG I know. How would I deal with the flack? How could I leave my lovely, clicky neighborhood of Phelps Grove Park? Easily. That’s how. It just felt fantastic from the get go. The house had everything I wanted with the exception of a fireplace with windows on both sides. But it does have a gas fireplace which I have learned to use and totally love!
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It was spur of the moment. We were out looking at several ranch style homes in the center of town in the school district that we needed. I said I’d like to view this one so I can forget about it because it’s on the north side…lol. Off we went. It was perfect. Then the realtor said, “What a shame, it’s such a pristine property, I can’t let you live over here with your daughter all alone.” OK. The street’s a bit janky. There are about 5 homes on this street that are vacant. But you know what? It’s freaking quiet as hell. Long story short she finally said, “Let’s walk.” So we did. First house we hit was a dude wearing a bathrobe. He was smoking on his front porch at 2 p.m. Child molester? Probably. Turns out he was a bartender at Parlor 88 where she’d had a party a few weeks ago and he remembered her. He had just got out of bed. OK. Good sign. Let’s walk some more. So we did. We met several folks, most elderly and most had lived here for like 45 years. Rock on. We sat on the couch in the house, we checked the crime reports. Pretty much about the same as the hood I was leaving. My thoughts were, we’re buying the house. And so we did.

We’ve lived here for almost one month now and I don’t think I’ll ever get unpacked. I have a shop out back that measures 18×30 so that pretty much takes care of all the clutter. I have a carport and an attic. I have a fenced in yard and dog door for my animals. I have a garden shed with skylights and a beautifully landscaped but small enough to take care of kind of yard. I have hardwoods and carpet and an awesome bathroom and kitchen as well as a big front porch. Built in 1954 when ranches were a big deal, but it looks like an older bungalow. The place was completely remodeled in 2009. How lucky are we?

I think when we say things out loud they are more apt to come to us. No lie. I did a lot to help this along the way, but I also put it out there into the universe. I waited. I worked. I saved. The people that lived here before me had a lot of crystals, rocks and books on Reiki. I told Lauren that I thought that these were “our people” and oddly enough she agreed. She’s 16 and she’s probably smarter than I give her credit for.

So. If you’re not afraid to travel through the ghetto to the “north side” stop by and clink some glasses on my back deck, front porch or kitchen. Life is amazing when you just let it unfold. Cheers.

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Five Things

Five Things Lazy Blog Post –

1) What was I doing 10 years ago?  Let’s see, December 1998.  Lauren was almost one, I was getting ready to close my failing gift shop and I still owned the video store .  I was married to Lauren’s dad, I lived in my dream house in a dream neighborhood, had lots of disposable income and was freaking out about becoming a mom.  Thanks Rhonda, for correcting me!  You’re right!  I was not pregnant in Dec 1998…….man, I’m a flake!

 2)What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):

1.  Drink an entire pot of flavored coffee.    2.  Print out our holiday letter and decorate it with colored pencils with my daughter  (maybe I’ll add a funny note that says “we’ve given up on getting anything out before Christmas.)    3.  Wrap some gifts for my son, since he’s not home today.    4.  Watch a movie with my kid while wearing the comfiest clothes ever!    5.  Not venturing out anyplace, except the grocery store for stuff to make a small dinner, since my husband will be at the Mall until who knows when.

3) Snacks I enjoy:       Toast, hot tea with honey and cream, yogurt, mandarin oranges, warm chocolate chip cookies, brownies, popcorn, ice cream….I’d better stop there!

4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire:      Help my family out as needed first of course.  Make sure my kids had trust funds and plenty of cash for college!  After that, I’d open a beautiful, green yoga studio, with an organic eatery, coffee/tea shop, and bookstore and the classes would be offered on a donation basis only.  I’d definitely travel and maybe buy some land with a pond/lake to build a simple place to enjoy for the rest of our lives.

5) Places I have lived:       Springfield, Missouri…..sounds really lame I know.  But as long you take time out to visit other places, it’s all good.

I’m not tagging anyone, but if you would like to post this on your blog, it’s great fun!

 

 

 
 


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Where’s My Kitchen? Part 2

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It’s all happening, sort of!  The tile, is going up on the backsplash for the kitchen remodel that we started in February 2007.  Patience my friend.  It’s tattooed on my back as a reminder that one must not get in a hurry!  Hit a couple of snags, as usual.  Can’t call it a “true project” without some not so smooth sailing.  I’d purchased some neat little creamy glass tiles, to insert you know, here and there.  Total pain in the ass.  Decided against that, too time consuming.  And the fit wasn’t quite right and it looks great without them!  I thought we’d trim the window with them instead.  Also, instead of wrapping the tile on the corners, I’m going to paint the wall.  Just tile the back wall only and be different! 

Here’s where the smooth sailing comes in.  This tile, flushes up to the edge of the window frame with a finished edge, perfectly, no cuts, no buts!  The glass tile is out!  Oh, but it will be used.  I have a couple of mosaic projects in mind for it, and, I got the glass stuff for $20 so it’s not a big deal. 

Hope to finish the opposite wall this evening.  This tile is heavy, and reminds me of stoneware.  It was hard to nip it when needed.  Even when scored, I had a hard time with it.  Of course, that’s why I have Frank!  I can’t believe how straight he got these tiles, inserting them one at a time!  We got a great deal, on discount, since these were loose.  Just kidding.  They were on a 12×12″ sheet.  We’re not that cheap, or that crazy!  In stock at Lowe’s if you’re interested and not expensive!  Thanks honey, you rock!  Can’t wait to finish the opposite wall, I love it!

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