Prayer request

My father-in-law had a stroke today. I don't know all the details except that he is unconscious but breathing on his own. He is in the hospital in Savannah, GA. His name is Keny McKenzie and he is the most wonderful man you will ever meet! We may be heading up there in the morning but we are not sure yet.
I will keep you all posted.

Church Search

I realize that I haven't posted about the church search so I thought I would fill you in. After week one of the search, we had a hurricane that came through so we were unable to attend. The week after that, I sinned and skipped church to go to a Bucs game. I know that my priorities are a little out of whack seemlingly, but if someone offers you a free ticket to a Bucs game, the general rule in our house is that you go. Last Sunday we went to a Baptist church. The preacher was a really nice guy. As far as the music, I knew I was in serious trouble when the pastor introduced a new song to the church--"Shout to the Lord". For those of you that went to EC, you know that we wore that song out about 10 years ago. So they were a little behind the times as far as that was concered. Thus the search continues. I did enjoy the message though. It's an interesting process. With all of these trial runs, I am getting a perspective from a variety of different preachers and I like that, for now. This weeks church is still up in the air. We have asked around for different favorites in the area so we are trying those out. I have taken a more open mindset though which is helping me to enjoy the search a little more. It's not such a chore and it's not as frustrating as it was at first. We just have to be patient until we find our home!

Life as it happens

Okay...here it is. I am about to turn 29 on January 1st which I am okay with, but I have decided that I want a baby, much to the dismay of my husband. We have talked already and decided to wait until he is done with his Master's, which will be in a year. We decided that we are going to start trying next summer. But out of NOWHERE, I really, really want to have a baby. I love kids and the best thing about them so far is that I can always give them back to their parents when they smell funny or I've had enough. I have two nephews that I adore, ages 6 and 3. I have 3 friends with baby boys ranging from 4 months to 15 months. I love them all. BUT I want a girl, again much to Brian's dismay. He said that if we have a girl she will not leave the house until she is married and won't be going to silly things like the prom or homecoming. I think this means he will be a little overprotective. I think I am just tired of buying boy things. I can only get so many Matchbox cars and GI Joe's. I do want one of each and have always thought it would be nice for my daughter to have an older brother to look out for her, but I just want a girl!!!
Brian is a couple of years younger than me, which could explain why he isn't quite ready. I know that he will be a great father though. Our struggle now is when we talk about names for our children. We have a couple of very cool girl names but no luck on the boys yet. We have very differing opinions and every time I suggest a boys name he says that he knew a guy in high school that he hated by that name. Every one he picks is either an ex-boyfriend or just awful!
Anyway, I am trying to be patient and wait for next summer. I can, however, hear my clock ticking! And not to mention, I hear that the "tryin' to get pregnant" is GREAT!!!

ggrrrr!

There are some very simple things in life that just frustrate me to no end. I live in Florida, the retirement capitol of the world, which really sucks when you are trying to get anywhere. At some point in life, I hope that someone will take my license when I shrink down in size so much that I have to sit on a phone book to see over the steering wheel. I went to lunch with a friend today and on my way home, I got behind what appeared to be an empty car doing 20MPH in a 35 zone. I knew that it must be November and the Snow Birds were migrating back. I also noticed the Michigan tags on the empty car. From now until March, I will have to leave my house 20 minutes earlier than normal to get anywhere on time. When this car finally got into the turning lane and I was able to get around it, there was a little man who was roughly 107 years old, with his cataract glasses and mouth wide open, holding himself up on the steering wheel. Inevitably, the light turned green and he sat through the arrow and then pulled out in front of someone as the light turned yellow. The other car slammed on brakes and swerved and Father Time was oblivious. Reason number 4,768 why I hate Florida.
Part of the problem is that I am just not a fan of the elderly. I know this is harsh but I didn't really have grandparents growing up. Both grandfathers had died before I was born, and I didn't see my grandmothers very often growing up. I just never got to hang out with any old folks. I know that the elderly want to keep their independence as long as they can and hold on to the hope that they aren't going senile. BUT there comes a time when you should embrace your decrepitness, slap on a giant adult diaper and move into an adult care facility, or with your children. And start taking the bus, for the love of all things holy!
I have decided that when I am old, I will be more than happy to become a burden to my children and grandchildren. I will demand medication and regular feedings of tapioca pudding (Phillip Bowen style), and sit in my own feces until someone notices the stench and decides to change my diaper. I have no pride or shame. The way I see it, I will have done it for my children and they can owe me one. And if my parents called me today and told me the couldn't get around anymore, I would do the afore mentioned for them. It's the circle of life. I would also take away their car keys for their own safety, mostly out of concern that one day someone like me is not going to be able to control the road rage and just start ramming into them.
An elderly lady had to go to driving school for a ticket and when asked about the three lanes of the interstate, her explanation was that the right lane was for short trips, the left lane was for long trips, and middle lane was for every trip in the middle. True story. Ridiculous!

Jake's little cone

Separation anxiety

Somehow we have ended up with a dog that has separation anxiety. He was licking his paw so much that there was no fur on it so I took him to the vet yesterday and she said that he has separation anxiety! I had no idea that dogs could get that. They put one of those cones on his sweet little head (pictures to come) so he can't lick and if it doesn't heal up in two weeks, they want to put him on Prozac! It figures that I would end up with a crazy dog. He hates me now because I was the one that took him to the vet. The biggest problem is that the cone on his head makes him more clingy than he was before. It's a no win situation but he looks cute in his giant blue cone!