The Neighborhood...

Okay. When we moved in our cute, adorable, old, beautiful house we knew it wasn't in the best of best neighborhoods, but it was on a little street right off down town so nothing too crazy.  And it wasn't too crazy for the past 2 years. But my, oh my, has that changed.  There are several rental properties around our house, then an older lady and Larry.  Now let me introduce you to Larry.  First off, Larry is a great neighbor. We appreciate him so much. But that being said, Larry is an interesting character.  We often refer to Larry as "The Bee Man" because he makes and sells honey.  But Larry also spends 80% of his time sitting on his front porch in his camouflage watching the neighborhood. I kid you not.  Morning, day, and night, he mans his station. So though we did not move into the best of the best of neighborhoods, we have always felt safe with Larry on duty.  Larry lives two houses down from us and one of the rental proprieties in our neighborhood is between our houses.  A lady moved in recently, and her group of friends moved into the rental properties across the street. And they have been non-stop drama. Dumb.  They are SO loud.  The lady next door was evicted from her old apartment and didn't get to take any of her furniture with her, so they spend the majority of their time in the yard and on their porch so they have somewhere to sit. (Don't ask me how they have a TV I can see in their living room from the road but not a couch. Priorities, people.) She also has 3-5 kids. The number is still unclear.  We had been waiting for major drama to go down. And Monday it finally came. Her fellow was arrested, they yelled and talked about guns and shooting each other, the cops came back to her house twice, and we hid in our house and watched it all through our blinds.  Small town living, right?  The cops have been back twice since Monday. And yesterday they covered their whole porch with black trash bags so you could not see them (which was fine by me.) Except for the strange smells coming from their apartment.  Can you say sketchy?  Larry spent a good 2 hours at our house yesterday filling us in on the neighborhood gossip.  After all we learned, I am more than ready for these new neighbors of ours to hit the road and never come back. Hopefully they will be gone soon. I'm ready for a good nights rest that doesn't include falling to sleep to the bass from their music.  Annoying.

Update

A few days ago I posted about some things that had us very anxious. It turns out everything is a-okay, whew :) Last Sunday, I was in severe pain. Eric actually thought my appendix was rupturing, but I was being stubborn and just stayed home and roughed it out (I am my fathers daughter!). Come Tuesday, the strong pain was long gone but a constant pain was staying in my right lower abdomen so I went to the doctor. Turns out she agreed with Eric and sent me to the hospital for a CT scan of my appendix. Turns out my appendix was fine, but it appeared my Fallopian Tube was extremely inflamed and she wanted me to see my OBGYN to get an ultrasound. She suggested an egg might be "stuck", whatever that meant. Of course, this brought about all sorts of fears for us as I think it would in any young couple. My appointment wasn't until Monday (as in yesterday) so we had about 6 days to wait after my scans. I continued to be in extreme pain, and on top of that I had to work on Saturday. It was a stressful week! After our appointment yesterday we learned that last Sunday the pain I had was from a cyst rupturing on my right ovary. (Eric was so close with the appendix idea!). There was a lot of fluid still in my ovary and it has caused my Fallopian Tube to be highly inflamed, hence all this crazy pain. He sent me on my way with a steroid shot and lots of meds. I should feel better in 3 or so days, thank goodness! I do have 2 more cyst on my ovary but we aren't doing anything about those for the time being.
This past week has really brought Eric and I together closer as a couple. We didn't figure it was anything too bad, but you always have that fear. Eric was so great to me. Helping me around the house and reassuring me of his love. Eric and I have always had a passion for adoption (Eric is adopted if you didn't know) and I think even having the slightest of fears something could be wrong with me made us evaluate out family expectations even more. Lately I have been SO focused on having a baby. So much that I've probably became pretty selfish. I needed this time of questioning to open my heart to my true passions and convictions. Though we definitely still want to experience pregnancy and childbirth, my heart is finding that longing for adoption again. And I am loving it.


Tomorrow I'm going to try and post about our crazy neighbors. And by crazy, I mean CRAZY y'all. IEric and I have became the neighborhood crime watch party, so crazies be warned!

Anxious

I hate for this to be a "something is going on but I can't tell you" post, but here it is.  This week has been a really hard, confusing week for us.  We will know answers (hopefully) come next week, but until then my brain is not good company.  Any prayers for peace of mind and comfort would be greatly appreciated.  :)

It's Been Awhile...

We are still here. Promise.  I'm having a hard time committing to blogging. Probably because I do not feel like there is anything in our life worth blogging about. But here are some random thoughts.
Eric is in the final stretch of this term of grad school. I'm ready for it to be over since he is gone every Tuesday night for class in Little Rock.  When he worked at Game Stop he was gone at least 4 nights of the week. I learned to adjust to him being gone and enjoy being alone.  But that was a long time ago.  Now I do not know how I can survive every Tuesday night without being bored out of my mind!
My newest dilemma is to vacation or not to vacation this summer.  We really do not have the money for it. So I know the answer should be to not.  But golly do I long for a week away! I take vacation days here and there for work, but I have never really taken a week off. That sounds glorious. Plus, come June 1 I will have 3 weeks of paid vacation (thanks Ouachita!).  It's basically impossible to take a week long vacation from Mid July to November with my job. No, actually it is impossible.  So that doesn't leave much time to get 3 weeks in, does it? So maybe we should take a vacation in June, yes? Yes. :) Maybe.
I've been struggling with our family a lot in these past few weeks.  It is crazy to me how everyone can be such polar opposites! We love them all, and they are great to us. But sometimes it is just hard to understand their true intentions.
Bailey has gained a lot of weight. I feel like it came out of no where. Poor pup. I tried to tell myself she was still growing when we got her. But I've came to terms that she has just gained weight since she was 2 when she came to our home.  Oh how I love to fight the truth some times :)
Last year my MIL and Step Grandma-In-Law (confusing, right?) came to visit in April and helped us make our garden absolutely beautiful.  With my horrible gardening skills and the stinking heat of the summer, everything looked awful come the end of summer. I was convinced I had killed everything to the point of no return. But alas, last week tulips and roses began blooming. Here's to hoping I have more success this year!