Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Who is "nesting?"

A good friend that read my last post said what I was doing was called "nesting."  Maybe it's different because we are getting foster kids, but maybe it's not.  Anyways, I came home to this today and I have just one question..."WHO is doing the nesting around here??"
that's my hot, strong husband in the red
Is this normally what husbands do a month before your kids arrive?? 

Just jokes.  Apparently a pipe busted on Monday when we happened to have a friend over who is going to fix our retaining wall.  When it rains it pours, right?  So our entire backyard is currently in shambles...very muddy shambles right now as it is literally pouring outside.  We were actually wanting to take up the concrete deck and put something new in...we just weren't thinking it would be this soon.  Needless to say, we will be holding of on our health and safety inspection until we have a functional backyard :)  It also means that my hopes of decorating a nursery is definitely getting squashed.  Something tells me this is God showing me His control.

On a side note - another funny story.  I couldn't find my keys this morning when leaving for work and had looked everywhere.  Finally I remembered throwing an apple core in our garage trash can when I came home from work yesterday and sure enough, there they were.  That's not really the funny part.  This is not the first time I've thrown my keys away when throwing something else in the trash.  Only last time it was much worse because it was down our apartment trash chute...at 5 in the morning...a very cold morning I might add.  You see before we lived in our house, we lived in an apartment = taking the dog out every morning as soon as you wake up.  So, being not quite awake, I hook Roxy up to the leash, grab my keys, and the trash bag sitting outside our door.  I throw the trash down the chute and walk Roxy downstairs and out the door to the grassy area so she can potty.  We come trotting back and I realize I don't have my keys.  That's when I realized I must have dropped them down the chute and now cannot get back into the building.  I decided to wait a few minutes for someone to come out, but quickly realized no one gets up that early in our building apparently.  So I decided I had no other choice but to jump in the dumpster and search for my keys.  It was awful people, truly awful.  I will not describe the stuff I had to dig through...truly awful.  LUCKILY this particular trash chute opened up to 2 dumpsters, so I not only had the joy of searching through one...it was like a daily double!  My lucky day, right?  So I'd search for about 10 minutes, get frustrated, sit by the door and cry for a few minutes (meanwhile Roxy has no idea what is going on and is licking my tears away), then jump back in and look some more.  After about 30 minutes of that, I hear the door open while I'm in one of the dumpsters, covered in trash mind you.  So I jump up and yell "wait!!"  I climb out of the dumpster and start crying as I'm trying to explain to this poor Hispanic man that doesn't speak good English.  Luckily he understood enough (or felt sorry for me, or just wanted to get away from the crazy girl in the dumpster) and let me in.  So now, it's about 5:30ish and I go upstairs to our apartment to bang on the door to try to wake Dave up.  My sweet husband opens the door, still groggy of course, and I just burst into tears...again.  He was so worried that something terrible happened and I couldn't get any words out to tell him it was just my keys.  So...after calming down we both go downstairs to continue looking and we decide that to do a thorough look we have to empty everything out of the dumpsters.  After not finding it in the first dumpster (of course..it's always in the second dumpster, right??), we begin emptying the second.  We pull this small to medium size Christmas tree out and we hear the sweet jingle jangle of my keys.  I had forgotten how sweet that sound was until this morning when I shook our garbage can and heard it again.  It made me happy.  I love it when you can look back on stories that were completely dreadful at the time, and laugh.  Now here are pictures of my snuggly dogs, who also make me happy...

the tear licker who is always concerned about us and where we are
the slow, soft, borderline creepy licker (think Marvin Gaye, "Let's Get it On"),
who cares more about chasing bugs or lint than where we are....we sure do love him though!!
  This is by far my most random post yet...thanks for listening.


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