Y’all.
This whole “balloon boy” drama is too much for me.
It’s like the news media has turned into a tabloid show.
(And we wonder why the world doesn’t take our country seriously anymore.)
(And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.)
Speaking of the “balloon boy” drama: If you could be on or have your own reality show, what would it be?
Shoot darn. (That’s a Tam quote.)
In all the everything of house-hunting, I totally forgot about Whatever Wednesday.
Let’s play anyway! In fact, let’s play all weekend! K?
Here’s how this works.
You answer the last question & leave another question.
So, I’ll give the starter question at the end of this post. Then you’ll click “comment” – answer my question, then leave a question for the next person.
The next person will answer YOUR question, then leave a question for the next person.
And so on and so forth.
Rinse and repeat.
Ok?
Easy enough!
Ask anything. Anything.
Starter Question: (Given the weather outside my apartment today, and the weather I left down in Georgia this weekend.) Today, would you rather have windy snow & red, yellow, green leaves OR warm sun and green green green leaves?
go.
Thanks, Los.
nightmare day of flying? check
house-hunting? check
hanging with friends? check
good southern food? check
getting to see my parents? check
house-finding? um… well… maybe.
First, lemme say there are SO many houses for sale right now that it’s dizzying. Every neighborhood, every road, every turn. There are even people who want to sell, haven’t put the house on the market, but want us to check it out. How many did I take a look at this weekend? Probably 30.
In three days.
Is that normal? I dunno. I don’t know much right now, my brain hurts.
But, can I just say that the trip down made me even MORE excited about moving back? The record high temps left me sweating more than I’ve sweated in the past three years combined. And I’d forgotten all about the palm trees and live oaks. The spanish moss hanging down from everything, and the smell of salt water when the breeze blows just right.
Yes, it’ll be hard – so hard – to leave our incredible friends up here. And our church that we love dearly. And this last New England fall is gonna be beautiful.
But, I can’t help it. I’ve got Georgia on my mind.
I’ll be in Brunswick Georgia this weekend.
Singing.
Sunning.
and shopping.
…for our first home.
Y’all… I might have a room where I can sing as loud as I want.
OHMYGOODNESS
Don’t ask me how a broke seminary couple can do this, because I can’t even wrap my mind around it. This has been a rather quick, but not-at-all-foolish decision. I can’t really get into all the details. But, yeah, we’re going to look for a house! We know this is fast, but we’re hoping to find something that will work for us. Drew says I shouldn’t get my hopes up. So I’m trying not to… Maybe typing out the words “Mandy, don’t get your hopes up” will work… nope. Still excited. I don’t know if this is all gonna happen, but I’m excited.
One thing I do know, I had a friend tell me yesterday that I better give God some glory for what is going on in our life right now.
So: hallelujah!
I hope y’all can rejoice with me. I’m so excited I can’t even sleep.
There’s a sneak peak into what could be The Thompson’s Two-Ten!
