Three!

This week marks three years since we moved to Alabama!  Three years!!  It seems like forever ago…or not long ago at all.  It’s been quite a ride!

Things that have not changed for us since we moved here:

1.  To the confusion of many Alabamians we still could care less about college football.

2.  We are part of an awesome church (technically the actual church is different, but us being part of one we love is the same.)

3.  We’re not fans of BBQ.

4.  I still say ‘you guys.’

5.  I have not yet found the perfect corn bread recipe.

Things that have changed for us since we moved:

1. Language:  no, we don’t have a Southern accent.  (Although with K starting school in a few weeks that may change.)  We do occasionally say things like “fixin” and “y’all.”  And I’ve come very close to saying “might could.”  Heaven help us in another three years.

2.  Family: we came as a family of 4 1/2 and became a family of 5.  (Also, my adoption of S was finalized, so I legally became the mom of two sons.)

3.  The children are significantly bigger than they were three years ago.  Significantly bigger.

4.  Bugs:  I now hate them with a new level of passion.  They are BIG here.  (Really the word ‘big’ is an understatement.)

5.  Critter type things such as scorpions, poisonous snakes, and poisonous spiders have significantly dampened my love of the outdoors.

6.  We all like sweet tea.  (Though K will only drink the neighbor’s rather than mine.  What’s that about?)

7.  40 degrees in winter feels very cold.  90 degrees in summer is a warm day.

8.  I’ve tried Okra.  I don’t hate it.

Our time in Alabama has been a bit of a desert experience with many heartaches, crises, and challenges.  However, there have also been incredibly good things and I am expecting even more good things in the next few years!!

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Three years ago.  (Well, almost.  Technically it’s 2 years and 11 months ago, but you get the general idea.)

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Some things are worse than Poop

It’s true.  This morning I was reminded of perspective.  We have two cats.  Lovely creatures.  Cute, fuzzy, fun for the kids to torture, etc.  However, occasionally they don’t get all the poop in the litter box.  I tell them to use toilet paper and wipe their butts, but they don’t listen.  So occasionally a bit of poop sticks to their butt and falls off somewhere else.  Definitely not one of the perks of pet ownership.  However, pets are a like children in that they’re messy but cute, cuddly, and darn amusing.  So they’re worth the mess most days.


Anyways, this morning I got out of bed and noticed a chunk of poop on the floor.  Not exactly how I want to start the day.  But alas, I got get a piece of toilet paper and reach to pick it up and it moves.  I am not a poop expert, but I’m pretty darn sure poop is not supposed to move by itself.  It turns out it’s not poop, it’s one of those gigantic wood roaches.  Ewwwwwwwwww.  I respond like any brave woman…I shriek and call for my hubby. 


Next time I see a little piece of poop on the floor, I guess I’ll be thankful it’s just poop!

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