It has been ages since I have posted a blog and SO MUCH has happened! It is amazing to me that when God opens a door, He doesn't expect you to just mozey on through it. He PUSHES you through it!
I had been actively looking for a new job for 2 years and kept getting dissapointed. There were many times that I would look up to the Heavens and ask, "What do you want from me?" I knew I couldn't continue to compromise my good morals with the company I was with and I knew God wouldn't want me to, either. However, He wasn't opening any doors. I would think He was opening a door, but then would close it at the last minute. Then, I got a call from a company that wanted me to be more than a Property Manager. They wanted me to be an Area Manager with 10 properties! I had a really hard time deciding if I wanted to take the job. It would mean a lot more travelling and I may have had to relocate to Kansas City. Andy and I discussed it and decided that losing time with each other wouldn't be worth the promotion. But God wanted me to take the job. My new company offered me to work from home and stay in Wichita. They set me up with a home office and most of my properties are within an hour or two from my home, which means I would be home at night. They even give me a rental car to drive to my properties so I am not putting a ton of mileage on my car. We both saw that God was making it work for us and that we had to take it.
But then, we had another decision to make. We had to move... and quickly! We have lived at the Property I managed for the last 5 years. We knew it wouldn't be big enough for me to run a home office and for us to live comfortably. We also just simply didn't want to be in an apartment anymore. We contemplated renting, but as we started looking into rentals, we realized that they were SOOOO expensive. So, we started looking into buying. The realtor that we had picked to show us around a few places sent me an email one day that said, "I have to show you this house!" It was not one that Andy or I had seen on-line, so we decided to check it out. As we were walking through the house, we both looked at each other like, "Yep, this is the one!" We decided to make an offer. There was a little bit of back and forth, but on July 9, my last day of work with Dermot, they accepted our offer!
God has completely shown His handy work with this house, as well. We are getting an FHA loan because it is our first house, and there are a lot of inspections and requirements with FHA. They did the appraisal and didn't find a single thing wrong with the house (which is amazing if you know anything about FHA)! They also told us that we already have a ton of equity in the house AND we are getting the loan with a 4.25% interest rate! If you knew me just 5 or 6 years ago, you would know that I have worked very hard on getting my finances in order. We also found out, after doing some on-line research, that the homeowners go to our church! We met them a few weekends ago and found out that they also have a boxer! I am sure that God was looking down from Heaven thinking, "Look, they are about to figure out that I have set this whole thing up!" The only hiccup we have had is that the underwriters for the loan want me to be in my job for 30 days before we can close on the house. That means we are closing a week and a half after what we originally wanted. But really, if that is the only "negative", I am very happy!
So, in the last 30 days, I have started a new job and have started to pack to move into our new house. We get to close next Friday (which is Friday the 13th)! I will be sure to post pics of our house once we get in and a little settled.
God has really provided for us exactly when we needed it!
"Thank you, God, for providing these amazing things for us and thank you for providing everything else we have! I feel so fortunate and blessed for everything we have and I know you will continue to provide wonderful things for us in the future! I love you!! Thank you!!"
HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
When I say... "I am a Christian"
So, this is in response to a blog I read just yesterday. She was explaining how much she hates the word "Christian". It turns her off because of the negative experiences she has had with so called Christians. She believes in God and knows God is love and so she has decided to try to live her life under the influence of love. However, she has been let down by so many people who call themselves Christians, that she doesn't want anything to do with church and Christianity. It raises the question... What is Christianity and what does it mean to be a Christian. I consider myself a Christian but I certainly don't want someone to be turned off when I say that I am one. I don't have all the answers, so I am going to give my opinion on the matter.
It sickens me that the same people who say they are trying to bring others to Jesus are the same ones who push them away. When I was young I was involved in very legalistic churches. They were primarily southern baptist churches. I was taught that all things fun were awful. No drinking, dancing, partying, etc. The only time sex was discussed was to explain how bad it was. There was no questioning God, and every sermon was about fire and brimstone being cast down upon us for all the wrong we do. I had this vision of God standing above the earth, holding a lightning bolt, just waiting for me to screw up so he could pitch it in my direction. I was terrified! By the time I was 16 I didn't want anything to do with God or the church. Much like my fellow blogger, I felt God was better than what I was taught.
It wasn't until a little over four years ago (I am almost 30 now) that I started to discover who God is. The people around me were the ones dictating what I was believing in God. I have realized, though, that people should not be the example I follow. 2000 years ago a man named Jesus walked the earth and, because Jesus and God are the same guy, he showed us how to live. He didn't give us any of the ridiculous rules I mentioned earlier. He actually spent time with friends and showed people how to make the most out of life. So, were did all these rules come from? No drinking... I'm pretty sure Jesus turned water into wine (John 2:9). He did say that we aren't supposed to drink to get drunk (Ephesians 5:18), but drinking in a social setting is not forbidden. No dancing/partying... King David (a man after God's heart) was recorded partying more than once (1 Samuel 18:6, 2 Samuel 6:16). There are even songs written about it (Psalm 149:3, Psalm 150:4). God even talks about sex as a great thing (Song of Solomon 4:11-15) and something we need (1 Corinthians 7:5-6). Jesus taught over and over to love your brother, neighbor, and even your enemy. He taught us to forgive, even when forgiving seems impossible. Besides, He forgave us when we did nothing to deserve forgiveness. He taught us to not judge. That is, unless you can look at yourself and find nothing wrong. I don't know about you, but I'm certainly not perfect. However, I no longer think of God waiting for me to make a mistake so He can punish me for it. My sins had already been paid for when Jesus sacrificed himself for me.
Now, I wouldn't have learned all of this unless I had some guidance. I am fortunate to have found a wonderful church with a wonderful pastor who has helped me with this journey. And, although I consider myself a Christian, I don't think of myself higher than anyone else. If anything, it is me recognizing that, without God, I am nothing. So, I'm sorry, fellow blogger, that you have been given such a bad impression about Christians. I promise we aren't all the way you have been lead to believe.
In closing, I am going to share a poem by Maya Angelou that says it perfectly...
"A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
that a man should have to seek Him first to find her."
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean living"
I'm whispering "I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven."
When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success..
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say.... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain..
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!
It sickens me that the same people who say they are trying to bring others to Jesus are the same ones who push them away. When I was young I was involved in very legalistic churches. They were primarily southern baptist churches. I was taught that all things fun were awful. No drinking, dancing, partying, etc. The only time sex was discussed was to explain how bad it was. There was no questioning God, and every sermon was about fire and brimstone being cast down upon us for all the wrong we do. I had this vision of God standing above the earth, holding a lightning bolt, just waiting for me to screw up so he could pitch it in my direction. I was terrified! By the time I was 16 I didn't want anything to do with God or the church. Much like my fellow blogger, I felt God was better than what I was taught.
It wasn't until a little over four years ago (I am almost 30 now) that I started to discover who God is. The people around me were the ones dictating what I was believing in God. I have realized, though, that people should not be the example I follow. 2000 years ago a man named Jesus walked the earth and, because Jesus and God are the same guy, he showed us how to live. He didn't give us any of the ridiculous rules I mentioned earlier. He actually spent time with friends and showed people how to make the most out of life. So, were did all these rules come from? No drinking... I'm pretty sure Jesus turned water into wine (John 2:9). He did say that we aren't supposed to drink to get drunk (Ephesians 5:18), but drinking in a social setting is not forbidden. No dancing/partying... King David (a man after God's heart) was recorded partying more than once (1 Samuel 18:6, 2 Samuel 6:16). There are even songs written about it (Psalm 149:3, Psalm 150:4). God even talks about sex as a great thing (Song of Solomon 4:11-15) and something we need (1 Corinthians 7:5-6). Jesus taught over and over to love your brother, neighbor, and even your enemy. He taught us to forgive, even when forgiving seems impossible. Besides, He forgave us when we did nothing to deserve forgiveness. He taught us to not judge. That is, unless you can look at yourself and find nothing wrong. I don't know about you, but I'm certainly not perfect. However, I no longer think of God waiting for me to make a mistake so He can punish me for it. My sins had already been paid for when Jesus sacrificed himself for me.
Now, I wouldn't have learned all of this unless I had some guidance. I am fortunate to have found a wonderful church with a wonderful pastor who has helped me with this journey. And, although I consider myself a Christian, I don't think of myself higher than anyone else. If anything, it is me recognizing that, without God, I am nothing. So, I'm sorry, fellow blogger, that you have been given such a bad impression about Christians. I promise we aren't all the way you have been lead to believe.
In closing, I am going to share a poem by Maya Angelou that says it perfectly...
"A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
that a man should have to seek Him first to find her."
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean living"
I'm whispering "I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven."
When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success..
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say.... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain..
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Jeep Adventure- Day 1
On February 18 Andy and I went on an adventure to purchase a jeep. We hopped on a plane to California, bought the jeep and drove it home. Now, it wouldn't be a true adventure if that was all we did...
Our flight left Thursday evening at 8:45 (30 minutes late) and arrived at LAX at 9:50. Of course 9:50pm in L.A. is almost midnight our time and I typically go to bed at 10. However, we weren't even close to bedtime! When we got off our plane we had to go rent our car from Hertz. Now, I assumed we would go down the terminal to the Hertz counter and pick up our car. I am sure you have heard what assumptions do. We stopped and asked a security guard where we needed to go to get our rental car.
"Just go down the stairs and outside."
It sounded simple enough... When we got outside, we saw madness all around us. Cars swerving around, honking at each other and almost hitting each other. We saw a neon sign that said "Rental Cars" and found out that we needed to flag down the Hertz shuttle bus to get our car. The shuttle took us to the Hertz location where we then had to wait in line for about an hour for our car. Then we started our 2 hour drive to Hemet, California.
I am sure it won't surprise anyone that the traffic was crazy, being that we were in L.A. However, I did not expect it to be as crazy as it was at nearly midnight local time. I sure know that Kellogg isn't that busy at midnight! We were having to go nearly 90mph just to keep up with traffic. At one point there was even a cop pass us like we were standing still. He had to have been going at least 120! We didn't even stop until we got to our hotel 2 hours later. At one point during our drive we ran into a dense fog. So dense that people were slowing down to 35mph and some were even pulling over. We were driving slow and cautious when, all of a sudden, like a light switch, the fog was gone. It was an exciting drive and there wasn't one point that either one of us felt too tired to make it to Hemet.
The front doors to the Best Western in Hemet were locked with a sign pointing us to a side window with bars over it where we checked in. We made a quick trip t0 Walgreens for some toothpaste and deodorant, went back to our hotel and went to bed. It was 1:30am local time (3:30am our time). We crashed...
Tomorrow I will write about day 2 of our adventure. So, stay tuned!
Our flight left Thursday evening at 8:45 (30 minutes late) and arrived at LAX at 9:50. Of course 9:50pm in L.A. is almost midnight our time and I typically go to bed at 10. However, we weren't even close to bedtime! When we got off our plane we had to go rent our car from Hertz. Now, I assumed we would go down the terminal to the Hertz counter and pick up our car. I am sure you have heard what assumptions do. We stopped and asked a security guard where we needed to go to get our rental car.
"Just go down the stairs and outside."
It sounded simple enough... When we got outside, we saw madness all around us. Cars swerving around, honking at each other and almost hitting each other. We saw a neon sign that said "Rental Cars" and found out that we needed to flag down the Hertz shuttle bus to get our car. The shuttle took us to the Hertz location where we then had to wait in line for about an hour for our car. Then we started our 2 hour drive to Hemet, California.
I am sure it won't surprise anyone that the traffic was crazy, being that we were in L.A. However, I did not expect it to be as crazy as it was at nearly midnight local time. I sure know that Kellogg isn't that busy at midnight! We were having to go nearly 90mph just to keep up with traffic. At one point there was even a cop pass us like we were standing still. He had to have been going at least 120! We didn't even stop until we got to our hotel 2 hours later. At one point during our drive we ran into a dense fog. So dense that people were slowing down to 35mph and some were even pulling over. We were driving slow and cautious when, all of a sudden, like a light switch, the fog was gone. It was an exciting drive and there wasn't one point that either one of us felt too tired to make it to Hemet.
The front doors to the Best Western in Hemet were locked with a sign pointing us to a side window with bars over it where we checked in. We made a quick trip t0 Walgreens for some toothpaste and deodorant, went back to our hotel and went to bed. It was 1:30am local time (3:30am our time). We crashed...
Tomorrow I will write about day 2 of our adventure. So, stay tuned!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Count Down
I am so excited about next week! Andy and I are going on a trip and I can't wait. It is going to be just the two of us. Even the dogs are going to stay with friends for the weekend. I bet you're wondering what we are going to be doing... Well, be patient and I will tell you! ;)
Next Thursday we are getting on a plane and heading to California. Our flight leaves Wichita a little after 8:00pm and we will get into California a little after 9:00 (their time of course). Then we will pick up a car at the airport and drive almost 2 hours to a town called Hemet, Ca. The next day we will meet with a guy we are buying our new jeep from. I am sure it will take us a few hours to get all the paperwork and small details done.
This is a picture of the new jeep.
After we finish the details of the jeep purchase we will be on our way back home, but not before we have a little adventure first!
Our first stop is Sedona, AZ and it will take us about 6 1/2 hours to get there from Hemet. Sedona is about 1 1/2 hours south of Flagstaff and is supposed to be a beautiful part of the country. I am excited about the drive to Sedona. We will take Highway 10 to Phoenix and then head north on 17. We will be driving through beautiful scenery the entire way. We will go through Joshua Tree National Park and hit the west side of Phoenix. Then, when we head north, we will pass by even more beautiful desert mountain views. Sedona is full of red rock canyons that I can't wait to see in person. I have been looking at pictures for the last several weeks, but I just know that pictures can't top the real thing.
We will get to Sedona Friday night and we will stay all day Saturday. On Saturday we will spend the day wheeling our new jeep and taking in the beauty around us. We will then check out Sunday morning and head to Tucumcari, NM. We will head north on 17 to Flagstaff, then head east on I-40, which will take us all the way to Oklahoma City. Well before we get there, though, we will go through the Petrified Forest National Park and see the black lava rock through the east part of Arizona and the west part of New Mexico. We will then pass through Albequerque, NM and then to Tucumcari. It will take us about 8 1/2 hours to get to Tucumcari from Sedona, but I think it will be the most beautiful part of our drive.
I am sure we will sleep hard Sunday night. We will wake up Monday morning and start on the boring part of the drive. The drive from the east side of Albequerque to Wichita is nothing but flat farmland and we will see another 8 1/2 hours of it. I am glad I will have my husband to entertain me.
If you are wondering why I am excited about a 23 1/2 hour drive from California to Kansas, here are few pictures to show you exactly some of the things I will see on the way.
Well, I as I said at the beginning, I can't wait for this trip. It will be just me and my husband seeing the wonders God has made in this beautiful country. I will be sure to blog after the trip and post some of the pics we take along the way.
Next Thursday we are getting on a plane and heading to California. Our flight leaves Wichita a little after 8:00pm and we will get into California a little after 9:00 (their time of course). Then we will pick up a car at the airport and drive almost 2 hours to a town called Hemet, Ca. The next day we will meet with a guy we are buying our new jeep from. I am sure it will take us a few hours to get all the paperwork and small details done.
This is a picture of the new jeep.
After we finish the details of the jeep purchase we will be on our way back home, but not before we have a little adventure first!
Our first stop is Sedona, AZ and it will take us about 6 1/2 hours to get there from Hemet. Sedona is about 1 1/2 hours south of Flagstaff and is supposed to be a beautiful part of the country. I am excited about the drive to Sedona. We will take Highway 10 to Phoenix and then head north on 17. We will be driving through beautiful scenery the entire way. We will go through Joshua Tree National Park and hit the west side of Phoenix. Then, when we head north, we will pass by even more beautiful desert mountain views. Sedona is full of red rock canyons that I can't wait to see in person. I have been looking at pictures for the last several weeks, but I just know that pictures can't top the real thing.
We will get to Sedona Friday night and we will stay all day Saturday. On Saturday we will spend the day wheeling our new jeep and taking in the beauty around us. We will then check out Sunday morning and head to Tucumcari, NM. We will head north on 17 to Flagstaff, then head east on I-40, which will take us all the way to Oklahoma City. Well before we get there, though, we will go through the Petrified Forest National Park and see the black lava rock through the east part of Arizona and the west part of New Mexico. We will then pass through Albequerque, NM and then to Tucumcari. It will take us about 8 1/2 hours to get to Tucumcari from Sedona, but I think it will be the most beautiful part of our drive.
I am sure we will sleep hard Sunday night. We will wake up Monday morning and start on the boring part of the drive. The drive from the east side of Albequerque to Wichita is nothing but flat farmland and we will see another 8 1/2 hours of it. I am glad I will have my husband to entertain me.
If you are wondering why I am excited about a 23 1/2 hour drive from California to Kansas, here are few pictures to show you exactly some of the things I will see on the way.
Well, I as I said at the beginning, I can't wait for this trip. It will be just me and my husband seeing the wonders God has made in this beautiful country. I will be sure to blog after the trip and post some of the pics we take along the way.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Dream Blog #3- Remembering...
My Step-Dad, Ralph, passed away on July 11, 2009. He was driving his motorcycle down a hill and, somehow, lost control. The bike threw him and he hit the ground in such a way that killed him. He was gone almost instantly. I will never forget that day. I will never forget the panic in my mother's voice when she called me. I will never forget the 4 1/2 hour drive to Arkansas, the longest drive in my life. I will never forget the week following his death. Planning a funeral, picking out what he would wear, helping my mother get through the next moment. It has been the single hardest thing I have ever had to go through and I know I am not the same person I was before he died. It has been just over 6 months now and I still find myself tearing up when I hear a song or see something that reminds me of him. I even had a dream about him last night.I was having a very hard time sleeping last night and I don't really remember the entire dream because I was in and out of consciousness. I do know that I was dreaming that I was dreaming. Weird, I know. I was sleeping and I heard Ralph's voice. He was talking to my mom. I don't remember everything he said. However, I do remember him saying, "Hey Babe." His voice was so clear. It was like he was in the next room. When I woke up (in my dream) I was so excited that I heard his voice because I knew I didn't want to forget what it sounded like.
That's all I really remember about that dream, but it got me thinking of another dream that I would like to share. I had this dream while I was staying with my Mom at the beginning of August.
My brother, sister, mom, and I were preparing Ralph to be buried. We were actually cleaning him and trying to place him in the casket. We were also doing all of this outdoors, at the cemetery. However, Ralph's body was just being difficult. A leg would fall out of the casket and then just as we would get it tucked back in, his arm would fall out to the side. I was frustrated and grief stricken, so I walked away and watched as the rest of my family struggled to get him in the casket. Just then, he sat up! He suddenly had a huge grin on his face. He got out of the casket, grabbed my mom, and started dancing. He was dancing with her all around the cemetery, picking up flowers for her as he went. Then he started dancing toward me. When he reached me, he grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye, and just kept smiling. He never said a word. He just smiled and danced. I tried to follow him, but then I saw his son, David, all dressed in black. He was wearing sunglasses and I could tell he had been crying. He looked at me and said, "It's just so hard, isn't it?" "Yes, it is." was all I could say with tears in my own eyes.
Those tears were in my eyes when I woke up that morning. That dream wasn't just a dream. I could FEEL his hand in my hand. It wasn't the cold, stiff hand that we had placed in ground just a few weeks earlier. It was warm and was able to move freely. I believe that Ralph was letting me know he was ok. He was dancing in heaven, just waiting for us all to be there, too.
This is the poem I read at his funeral...
"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says "There, she is gone."
"Gone where?"
"Gone from my sight. That is all."
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone says "There, she is gone" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout - "Here she comes!"
(The picture of this rose is from the grave site of Ralph L. Hudson)Friday, January 15, 2010
Dream Blog #2- The Biggest Loser
Ok... So I LOVE the reality show, The Biggest Loser. I love how, for the most part, it's not about how you play the game. It's about changing your life. And not for money or fame. It's about figuring out how to live a healthy life style in a hectic world. In the end the contestants are able to live longer, fuller, happier lives.
Because I watch the show, almost religiously (it's sad really), it doesn't surprise me that I had a dream that I was a contestant. So, here's the dream...
Myself and the other Biggest Loser contestants were sitting at a picnic table. We were near the beach and, although, we were near it, we weren't close enough to see it. Jillian & Bob came up to give us our challenge. We were to run.
Now, on a side note, I don't run. In real life, I don't run. I will ride a bike, hang out on an elliptical machine, and find other workouts, but running is not something I have ever been able to do. I have weak knees and I have never had very good cardio. However, I have always envied those who could run. They always talk about how exhilarating it is. Ok, so back to the dream...
I was terrified about running. I just knew I was going to fail. I honestly don't remember how long we were supposed to run. I do know it was several miles. I started running with the rest of the group and then saw a separate path. I knew the path was longer, but the scenery was better. So, I left the group and went on my own, down the long path. I jogged my way through some trees. I smelled the beach before I got to it. The smell of warm salt water filled my nose and I took a big, deep breath. Then I came out of the trees and onto the beach. The fresh breeze in my nose and the feel of the sand under my feet gave me what I needed. I thought to myself, I should be getting tired. But I wasn't tired. I was full of energy. My legs were going to take me anywhere I wanted. Just then I realized a spirit in the air. Right at that moment I knew that my step-dad, Ralph, was looking down at me very proud at what I was accomplishing. With a huge smile and tears pouring down my face, I continued to run.
When I woke up, I felt at peace.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Dream Blog #1 - The Fire
So, this is my first dream blog. I hope you enjoy...
I was at work preparing for the visit from my corporate office. I went to walk one of the apartments and noticed a huge hole in the wall of a hallway. As I was examining the hole, I noticed all kinds of wiring and insulation. I could tell it was all very old. Some of the wiring even looked a little burnt. That's when I saw it... smoke. Oh... that's not good. I went into the apartment that had the adjoining wall, which was vacant, and noticed a hole in the wall on that side as well. At this point Leo, one of the maintenance guys from a sister property, was working on the wiring in the wall in the hallway. Brandy, a Property Manager from a sister property, was also their trying to help figure out the problem. As I looked at the hole inside the apartment I noticed flames. My building was on fire! I called 911 and we did what we could to keep it contained. It wasn't big flames... it was like the material on the inside of the wall was smoldering, but we knew that if someone didn't get their quick, we would have a big problem. Brandy, who has had some real problems at her property looked at me, almost defeated, and said, "You can go ahead and go home. I will stay here and wait for the fire trucks." My response to her was, "No, if you are here, I am here." Soon after the fire trucks pulled up and started putting axes to the walls of the building so they could cut out the fire.
And that's were it ended. I woke up to Andy telling me to get up so we could go work out (at 5:30).
Sometimes, I don't know where my dreams come from. This one is right on about how stressed I am about the visit from our corporate office. Which really is happening next Wednesday. Brandy has also had to deal with a lot at her property. During this last summer and with all the rain we got, her property flooded multiple times. On January 1st of this year one of her town homes caught fire and caused nearly $500,000 in damage and totaled two town homes. And just last weekend a pipe froze and burst in the bathroom to their maintenance shop. It flooded their entire basement level and ruined many important items. I admire her ability to keep pushing on, even though I am sure she feels like giving up.
So, here's hoping! Hoping that my corporate visit goes well and that no catastrophes happen on my property. Also hoping that my colleague will catch a break and have no more catastrophes, and maybe even get a long vacation in a warm place.
Have a great day!
Me
I was at work preparing for the visit from my corporate office. I went to walk one of the apartments and noticed a huge hole in the wall of a hallway. As I was examining the hole, I noticed all kinds of wiring and insulation. I could tell it was all very old. Some of the wiring even looked a little burnt. That's when I saw it... smoke. Oh... that's not good. I went into the apartment that had the adjoining wall, which was vacant, and noticed a hole in the wall on that side as well. At this point Leo, one of the maintenance guys from a sister property, was working on the wiring in the wall in the hallway. Brandy, a Property Manager from a sister property, was also their trying to help figure out the problem. As I looked at the hole inside the apartment I noticed flames. My building was on fire! I called 911 and we did what we could to keep it contained. It wasn't big flames... it was like the material on the inside of the wall was smoldering, but we knew that if someone didn't get their quick, we would have a big problem. Brandy, who has had some real problems at her property looked at me, almost defeated, and said, "You can go ahead and go home. I will stay here and wait for the fire trucks." My response to her was, "No, if you are here, I am here." Soon after the fire trucks pulled up and started putting axes to the walls of the building so they could cut out the fire.
And that's were it ended. I woke up to Andy telling me to get up so we could go work out (at 5:30).
Sometimes, I don't know where my dreams come from. This one is right on about how stressed I am about the visit from our corporate office. Which really is happening next Wednesday. Brandy has also had to deal with a lot at her property. During this last summer and with all the rain we got, her property flooded multiple times. On January 1st of this year one of her town homes caught fire and caused nearly $500,000 in damage and totaled two town homes. And just last weekend a pipe froze and burst in the bathroom to their maintenance shop. It flooded their entire basement level and ruined many important items. I admire her ability to keep pushing on, even though I am sure she feels like giving up.
So, here's hoping! Hoping that my corporate visit goes well and that no catastrophes happen on my property. Also hoping that my colleague will catch a break and have no more catastrophes, and maybe even get a long vacation in a warm place.
Have a great day!
Me
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Beginning
Well, here I am. Blogging...
Why blog? Why not?? I think it will be a fantastic way for me to get my thoughts out. I will start with the scoop on my life in general. I am married to my wonderful husband of 3 years and 4 months, Andy. He brings my life happiness, love, quite a bit of humor. He is everything I have ever wanted and I truly believe he is my gift from God. I mean, just check him out... Wouldn't you love him, too?
Ok, so I can't really say that we are a "serious" couple, and I can say that we don't have a relationship that most people call "normal". Most people don't really get our relationship, but we have both decided that's ok with us. We have three people in our lives who's opinions matter. That is the two of us and God.
We have two dogs... Boxers. Their names are Fender and Marshall. We got Fender when he was just 4 weeks old. He was so cute...
We decided that he needed a buddy when he was about 2 years old, so we found Marshall...
And they have been inseparable ever since.
They are wonderful dogs and they give us a lot of enjoyment. Fender is very in touch with my emotions. He will whine and pace around when I am upset. If Andy isn't home at night, Fender will sleep right by the side of the bed and will growl at every sound he hears. Marshall is the one that Andy calls "special". He is always happy and a little skidish. He will jump and run away if the trash can lid is closed a little too hard. His purpose in life is to make everyone around him happy.
So, now that you've met my family, I will tell you a little about me. I am 28 years old for exactly 15 more days. Which means I will be in my 20's for exactly 380 days. My life before age 25 was a series of ups and downs. I was in a horrible relationship and was very distant from my family. I often ask myself how it was that I got out of that rut. Looking back I know it was God looking out for me. I don't think people would believe me if I told them about the person I was just 4 years ago. I have had such a dramatic change (for the good). Although, my past has helped shape me into the person I am today, it does not define me. However, as I write, I am trying to think about what does define me...
I am a Property Manager for an apartment complex in Southeast Wichita. I consider myself a good Property Manager and I enjoy what I do. However, it does not define me.
I volunteer at my church. I LOVE my church! I am the lead teacher for the three year old's during the 9:30 service on Sunday morning. I enjoy watching the children grow. There are some Sunday mornings that I just don't feel like going to church, but it never fails that I have the best time with those kids. I love the music we sing during worship and I love the messages brought be Pastor Mark. However, my involvement in church does not define me.
I am defined by the gift God has given me. It is my heart. Not my physical heart that pumps the blood to my body, but the one that swells at sappy movies and love songs. I have a desire to see people happy and I love it that much more if I am the one that did it. I hate to see people hurting and I will do what I can to take hurt away. One of my favorite songs is "Fix You" by Coldplay. When my step-dad passed away this past July all I wanted to do was "fix" the hurt my mom was feeling. Since then I have discovered that is just the way I am. When people hurt, I want to fix them, even when I know I can't.
So... that is me. In a nutshell. I am excited about being able to write more about me and what is going on in my life. I think I will also use this as a source to write out my dreams. Something else God has given me is a very active imagination... while I'm asleep. I have to most odd dreams and they are typically very vivid. I even dream in color, which I know is very uncommon. Although I won't reveal all of my dreams (I will keep them PG on here), I think you will all enjoy the ones I share. Just as a preview... I have had dreams about my sister turning into an alligator, ones where I have entered magical lands through a tv remote, dreams about a battle between Satan and God where the song "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" was the theme song, and even one where I was an Olympic Gymnast (my most recent). I don't watch horror movies because I will dream about it the next night. So, stay tuned for more on my life and for the occasional dream blog.
Have a great day!
Me
Why blog? Why not?? I think it will be a fantastic way for me to get my thoughts out. I will start with the scoop on my life in general. I am married to my wonderful husband of 3 years and 4 months, Andy. He brings my life happiness, love, quite a bit of humor. He is everything I have ever wanted and I truly believe he is my gift from God. I mean, just check him out... Wouldn't you love him, too?
Ok, so I can't really say that we are a "serious" couple, and I can say that we don't have a relationship that most people call "normal". Most people don't really get our relationship, but we have both decided that's ok with us. We have three people in our lives who's opinions matter. That is the two of us and God.
We have two dogs... Boxers. Their names are Fender and Marshall. We got Fender when he was just 4 weeks old. He was so cute...
We decided that he needed a buddy when he was about 2 years old, so we found Marshall...
And they have been inseparable ever since.
They are wonderful dogs and they give us a lot of enjoyment. Fender is very in touch with my emotions. He will whine and pace around when I am upset. If Andy isn't home at night, Fender will sleep right by the side of the bed and will growl at every sound he hears. Marshall is the one that Andy calls "special". He is always happy and a little skidish. He will jump and run away if the trash can lid is closed a little too hard. His purpose in life is to make everyone around him happy.
So, now that you've met my family, I will tell you a little about me. I am 28 years old for exactly 15 more days. Which means I will be in my 20's for exactly 380 days. My life before age 25 was a series of ups and downs. I was in a horrible relationship and was very distant from my family. I often ask myself how it was that I got out of that rut. Looking back I know it was God looking out for me. I don't think people would believe me if I told them about the person I was just 4 years ago. I have had such a dramatic change (for the good). Although, my past has helped shape me into the person I am today, it does not define me. However, as I write, I am trying to think about what does define me...
I am a Property Manager for an apartment complex in Southeast Wichita. I consider myself a good Property Manager and I enjoy what I do. However, it does not define me.
I volunteer at my church. I LOVE my church! I am the lead teacher for the three year old's during the 9:30 service on Sunday morning. I enjoy watching the children grow. There are some Sunday mornings that I just don't feel like going to church, but it never fails that I have the best time with those kids. I love the music we sing during worship and I love the messages brought be Pastor Mark. However, my involvement in church does not define me.
I am defined by the gift God has given me. It is my heart. Not my physical heart that pumps the blood to my body, but the one that swells at sappy movies and love songs. I have a desire to see people happy and I love it that much more if I am the one that did it. I hate to see people hurting and I will do what I can to take hurt away. One of my favorite songs is "Fix You" by Coldplay. When my step-dad passed away this past July all I wanted to do was "fix" the hurt my mom was feeling. Since then I have discovered that is just the way I am. When people hurt, I want to fix them, even when I know I can't.
So... that is me. In a nutshell. I am excited about being able to write more about me and what is going on in my life. I think I will also use this as a source to write out my dreams. Something else God has given me is a very active imagination... while I'm asleep. I have to most odd dreams and they are typically very vivid. I even dream in color, which I know is very uncommon. Although I won't reveal all of my dreams (I will keep them PG on here), I think you will all enjoy the ones I share. Just as a preview... I have had dreams about my sister turning into an alligator, ones where I have entered magical lands through a tv remote, dreams about a battle between Satan and God where the song "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" was the theme song, and even one where I was an Olympic Gymnast (my most recent). I don't watch horror movies because I will dream about it the next night. So, stay tuned for more on my life and for the occasional dream blog.
Have a great day!
Me
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