Fully Alive…Ready to Smile

There hasn’t been an official bank meeting.  We have not yet met with lawyers to sign any papers.  Nor has the hole been dug in the ground where we will build our new house.  There is nothing even remotely close to a house and yet…

I have light fixtures!

I have my flooring selected.

I have my paint colors picked.

I have my curtains.

Jer laughed and said I don’t have to do it all in one day, but I just can’t help myself!!

 My design skills have been lying dormant for a year and a half and they are bustin’ out in full force.  I had convinced myself in the last year that maybe I had lost my decorating flare and my abilities…nope.  They were just sleeping.  A deep, peaceful sleep.  And they have awakened and now I can’t sleep!!  Heehee.  My brain is just filled with colors and ideas.  I can hardly wait to put it all together and see my vision come to life!

And then of course, I’ll show you.

In a last ditch efforts to keep losing weight for this biggest loser competition, I joined a fitness class.  It was called belly fit.  Should have clued in that it would be a belly dancing class.

Oh yes…you heard that right.  Belly dancing.  Me.

*pause*

You all done laughing now??  Okay, so I actually really, really, really loved it!  I was so sad that today was the last class.  We got to learn a choreographed dance with little jingly skirts and all.  It was fabulous!

Now I don’t have the most, um, seductive figure out there to belly dance with, but who cares, right?  And yes, sometimes I looked a bit like I was having a seizure (or taking a dump, as Nikki seemed to think), especially when trying to shimmy.

I can’t shimmy to save my life.  I practiced.  I really did.  I would stand in front of the mirror and try and try to shake what my momma gave me and it just.wouldn’t.shake!!!

But it’s over, so what now?  How about a hip hop class?  I’ve always, always wanted to learn hip hop, but been too scared to bust out of my box and try something new.  Well…haha, I’ve done belly dancing, so there isn’t much out there that frightens me anymore!  Kind of has a way of letting go of some of your inhibitions.  Perhaps some that should have stayed in the box, but whatever.  :)

This morning I’m sitting at my kitchen table. It’s 10 a.m. and I’m in my, ahem…pajamas.

My pajamas are a t-shirt and underwear.  (I get hot at night, okay?!  Don’t judge!)

I’m sitting working on my computer, but I’m sitting at the end of the table visible from the front door.  A door with a window.  You do the math.

 **shudders**

Let’s back up to last night at 9:15.  Jer and I are sitting and discussing our floor plan for the new house.

Erin: “I really like those entrance doors with the full window like our neighbor has.”

Jer: “Really?! What if someone comes to the door and you are not dressed?”

Erin: “Yeah, I guess, I just think they are nice.”

Jer:” Yeah, but there is no privacy.”

Fastforward to today’s incident.  I hear a knock and I turn slightly so I can see who is at the door.  I don’t recognize the face of the young man staring intently at me through the window in my door.  I just stare at him.  And realization slowly dawns on me that I’m in a predicament and can do nothing.

I CAN’T go to the door.

I CAN’T run and put clothes on.

I CAN’T even explain why I’m just staring at him with horror on my face.

So I do the only thing I can think of.  I start motioning.

He thinks we are playing charades and says, “You want me to come in??”

Fresh horror!!

“NOOOOO…just go AWAY!!!” I yell loud enough for him to hear, frantically flapping my hands.

He turns and hightails it off our front porch and I run to the laundry room to put on whatever semblence of clothing I can find.

Then I go and peek out the front door to see if I can figure out who this poor guy is.  He’s going door to door fundraising.  I find out a few minutes later that my cousin who lives down the street also greeted him in her p.j.’s shortly after my rude dismissal and I’m pretty sure that dude will NEVER, EVER come back to this street!

 AND I’m thinking our next house will have a door with NO window!  (Or at least one that’s frosted)

Okay so if I would blog more than once a month I wouldn’t have to put ALL my news in one post.  Sheesh.

I have to say that it started out being a terrible week and ended off being fantastic.  I was pms-ing worse than I ever have in my life and I’m actually surprised my kids and husband are actually still alive to remember the horrendousness of it all

I was struggling majorly with everything.  EVERYTHING!!  And everything felt insurmountable.

Then the goodness started creeping into my week.

First I reached my goal and I ran 6 miles.  That in and of itself made me feel fantastic.  Yes…there were still ALL the other issues, but dangit, I can run further from them now!!  Haha.

Which I guess led to the next yay for me…I’m down almost 10 of my 12.5 pounds.  I had maintained my weight for 3 weeks and I was despairing ever reaching my goal in the final 3 weeks.  Now I have a measly 2.9 lbs to lose in the next 3 weeks.

Then we got a huge surprise when my mom called on Wednesday and told us that they were buying us a brand new mattress set.  We’ve had ours since we got married 8 years ago and that may not seem like a good reason to get a new mattress, but let me expand on that a bit.

Our very first house that we bought had the teeniest stairwell up to the second floor and the bedrooms.  Our queen size mattress fit up the stairs with a bit of blood, sweat and yes, some cursing, but the boxspring?  Nope.  So what did Jer do?  He snapped the support brace in the middle of the boxspring, folded it in half and brought it up.  Well the ramifications of that action have come back to bite us in the rear.  Our poor bed could no longer hold it’s shape and thus, even after fixing and rebracing the boxspring, the mattress was too sad to save.

My dear mother took pity on us and said that it was something that couldn’t be put off anymore and so she was gifting us with a new bed.  All we had to do was go to the furniture store that she had called and made arrangements at and pick the bed that we liked (within reason, of course…alas, the space age memory foam mattress was not meant to be mine).  It got delivered yesterday and I’m in love

We had actually planned to buy a new bed when we sold our house, but THAT wasn’t happening.

Until today!

The final bit of awesomeness of my week really tops everything.  Icing on the cake.  Heck the big old cherry on top!

We SOLD OUR HOUSE!!!!!!!!

That deserves unlimited exclamation marks.  I had just about given up on Monday during what will forever be called “The Great PMS Episode” at our house.  I was a mess about the whole house selling business.  I was barely holding together.  For some reason I just lost all faith and peace about the whole thing.  Up until that point I had been very peaceful about it.  I was serene, almost.

And then for whatever reason it all just became too much for me.  Call it the seratonin levels, call it the financial burden of things coming due, whatever.

Then I was reminded in that moment (or the moment following it when I was a bit less insane) that I needed to release it all to God…AGAIN.  And again.  That even though I was losing my cool, he still had his plan in tact.  So I let it go.

And here we are 4 1/2 days later and my cup runneth over.  A veritable mess of overflow!  :)