Wednesday, March 31, 2010

house




This man, Tommy, is coming over our house next week to tell us what it's worth. Please pray it goes well. If not, I am out of ideas.

Cutting Back

We are going to do everything we can to bring our baby home. M and I talked and if our house is worth it, we are going to put it on the market. I called the realtor today. This makes me sad because I LOVE our house. We looked at over 100 houses before we found this one. Well over 100. Our realtor is the best. He drove us to every house we looked at, except this one. hahah We are getting rid of cable. We are going to try and find homes for our cats. We are going to cut our cell phone bill. I offered to get a job, but M really wants me to stay home with E (as do I). If we move we will miss having sweet Jack down the street.



So if you know anyone looking for the cutest 2 bedroom house, here it is.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Cost

We got some sad news today. We were hoping we could borrow the reimbursement money, but that doesn't look like it will be happening. Lets hope the garage sale and the picture day earn some big bucks.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Maude

Last night I was up really late reading adoption blogs. At 1 I decided it was time for bed. Harold and I go up the stairs and see this face staring back at us.




This picture doesn't show her size. She is at least 115. And our bedroom is tiny. For our adoption we switched rooms to show we have room to put another crib. There is a tiny path around our bed and enough room for door clearance. Harold sleeps in the spot behind the door, so that leaves very little room for Maude. We have tried to keep her out at night and it doesn't work. But when you see this gorgeous face you can't say no. So instead of putting her in her cage she comes into our room. AHHHH She can't get comfortable. Every 5 minutes she is walking around trying to find a spot. Next she is scratching, whining, and laying her head on the bed. Finally at 4 o'clock I take her downstairs and put her in her cage.

I don't even know why I am sharing this story.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

My Arm

Ever since June I have had extreme arm pain. It comes and goes throughout the day. Sometimes it's just a dull ache, and sometimes I think maybe it would have been better if my arm was amputated. Obviously that is an extreme thought, and obviously I am glad I have my arm. Well since the weather got warmer my arm has had minimal pangs, until today. For some reason my arm has been in hyperactive mode. Strong pain all day. If it gets really cold tomorrow then I will be that cool old person that can tell when it's about to rain. I could get a job on the news. hahah But the sad thing is if my arm really does hurt more in the cold this ruins my dream of moving to Alaska. This has been my dream since I was in 7th grade. Really, what 12 year old do you know that has a dream to move to the wilderness and carries that into adulthood. When I doodle this is what I draw only with a house in the valley.




What are your dreams? Do you think they will ever come true?

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Garage Sale take two

It's time for another fundraiser. Since we didn't raise much from our letters, we are going back to the thing that worked. Another garage sale. You thought we were kidding when we said we would have 10 more if we needed to. We would love to see you there. Or if you are unable to make it, but would like to donate we have a donate button to the right.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sponsor Packet

Today we received our packet from Compassion International!! I am so excited to write our first letter to Sentayehu. I can't wait to show him pictures of our family. (that's about all we can send.) I wish we could send clothes and a soccer ball, but hopefully when we meet him we will have a big packet for him and his family. I know that our letter won't reach him for a few weeks and his letter in return will take a while, but I look forward to seeing how we impact his life. Isn't that amazing?! We have an opportunity to change someone's life in a drastic way.