Thanks, Ivan

09.22.2004 | 8:17 pm | Daily Life, Gray Matters, Ranting

Well a week after Ivan hit the Panhandle, we still do not have power at our home. I’m trying to be patient. Meanwhile, we’re staying at Philip’s parents’ house in C’view. They got their power up Saturday night. We’ve been away from home for a week! I miss my house, I miss my routine, and Grayson misses his comfy bed I’m sure. He’s not been sleeping as long at night in his port-a-crib. I hope he gets back into his 11-hour groove when we get back home…if we ever do! Sigh……………..
I should count my blessings, though. I prayed that our house would weather the storm unscathed, and thank God, it did. Many others in our own neighborhood did not. I know my prayers were graciously answered. We didn’t lose so much as a shingle. I’ve been complaining a lot that I wish they’d get the power back on so we can go home, but Philip reminded me today that I should be thankful that lack of power is our only problem right now; that we even have a home to return to. He’s right. DANG it, I hate when I have to admit that he’s right! ;) (granted, that situation rarely presents itself–Hahahahaha)
Well it’s bout time to go get the boy ready for bed. I love that little guy so much…how did I ever live without him? I can’t believe how much I’ve grown to love him in just 9 months. It sounds cliched, but I really do grow to love him more each day. Today I went out to run an errand and when I returned, there he was crawling top speed across the floor, giggling & squealing, to get to me! What a feeling!
With that fuzzy thought, I’ll sign off and go get him ready for bed.
O & O

Today’s mood: cranky & impatient.

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From the fishbowl

09.21.2004 | 9:31 pm | Uncategorized, Philip

Man, my blog title says it all. I’m resigned to the fact that only God and Philip truly understand me. I have a couple of friends who’ve come pretty close, also, and I cherish them dearly. But, that’s it. I guess I am different, but I happen to like not fitting into the mainstream mold. By mainstream I mean, for instance, the millions of people who spend their days listening to ClearChannel radio stations and artists like Celine Dion, Linkin Park, and Lonestar. And their nights watching “Survivor”, “Friends”, and “American Idol”. Don’t beat me up if you do any of these things. I’m sure you’re a fine person despite it–hahaha. It’s just an illustration of how I don’t “get” how the mainstream mind works, and the mainstream mind sure doesn’t “get” me. But I’m pretty happy this way…I like being just the way I am. Yet, I’ve always wanted to be understood and respected for who I am. I’ve rarely found that. But it makes it all the more special when I do find someone who does. Like Philip, for instance.
I thank God for leading Philip and me together, because in Philip, I’ve found that respect, as well as a kindred soul. And that leads me to think of the perfect chorus to a perfect song that has been “our” song for many years now:

“…We’re just two lost souls
living in a fishbowl
year after year
Running over the same old ground
How we found
the same old fears…”
(Wish You Were Here–Pink Floyd)

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