Another day

Pray. Breathe in. Breath out.

That's all I could make do Saturday night. This town can be larger than life sometimes, but when you really don't want it to be, it's amazing how tiny it can become.
I ran into my last object-of-my-affections while ordering dinner with friends. I don't know what I'd have done if I was on my own, or with the guys. I'm just so glad it was the girls I was out with. Turns out (obviously! *rolling eyes*) that I'm not quite over him like I believed. Wretched heart! How can I possibly still like him so much when he's treated me so terribly? Initially, it was just laughs, but the longer I was aware he was just right there across the room, the more I thought about it all, and my happiness just ... left. In retrospect, I can say if I'd gone home at that point, I'd probably have just sunk into some slight depression. Thank you LORD for your hand on my life.

Breathe in. Pray. Breath out.

I'm a sucker for romance, and I believe strongly in love. But quite frankly, the whole falling in love thing is a rather over-rated trip. Why on earth would I feel inclined to put myself out there again just to get wrung??? I truly begin to appreciate the wisdom of getting with a guy who is more into you than you are into him. For now, I'm content with simply trying not to bleed out.

*NEWS-IN-BRIEF*

Let's here it for the father! The ever-persistent-to-the-end rodent exterminator extraodinaire!!!!
Being the sharp bros that he is, his strategically placed sticky-pad nabbed the ever elusive scamperer in no time flat. Unfortunately, he was out of town, and I was late getting back from church, so the mother was all semi-hysterical with regards effective disposal, up until Xandra got in. Of course she (was thrilled at the then-current demise of Ratatat, yet she) refused to move it. Hushie was totally having none to do with it, and it fell upon Elisha, the handy handy-man to evict the unwanted guest, and take care of it accordingly - which he did by tossing it over the fence as soon as he was out the door (Mother observed the creature still in its sticky demise during her morning constitution the very next day).

Joy is us.

Gigi is back from the far beyond, and the wheels of wedding progress are fast speeding up towards late July. Eyah. It makes me so warm and fuzzy inside to see them together, so in lurve, about to tie the knot and make it official. It restores my faith in Menkind. Some.
My first proper on-the-train wedding. Can't hardly wait. May the Lord keep His shelter over your home and marriage all your days y'all!
XOXOXOXO

F.T.Lily, my love! I'm ever so glad of your (albeit brief) visit. Firstly, may I congratulate you on your weight. You've lost some, and you look great. Despite what you think. Keep it up. Looking forward to your coming back for Laura's do.

Return of the Rat

Vermin is back. And with a vengeance too.

I don't know what it is with this house, and the Rat thing. And this one is just sooo fully grown, and black and .... URGHHHHH!!!!! It's absolutely scandalous the way it just showed up and made itself right at home - helping itself to my avocadoes, tramping over my bed to get in next door (via the communal window - which was oh-so-dodgily constructed. Well, now I know how it may have gotten IN). Yet, I don't think anyone's as pissed at it right now as le Pere. Ratatat keep nicking his boxers, socks, shoelaces, hankerchiefs, etc, all freshly washed and/or ironed, and spread out on his bed to be put away. He actually stuck his hand under the tub and got some out. That was just gangster. I'd have let them go.

But back to the issue underfoot. (Yes, I really do crack myself up). How do we get rid of this issue for good?!?!?

Thanks goodness we're moving out come September.

On The Move

My prayer for now (among others) is that I find the way I should go forward along - not just spiritually, but in every way possible. I believe I've gotten an answer, but just not the lightening bolt written across the sky that I was half expecting. For the past two weeks, I've just been dawdling along. I truly must get my act together now. First step, make a list of everything whatever that I would like to get done by the end of this month and start working on it.

Dear Dr. OB was let go yesterday. I feel so strongly for him, yet its not something that came as a total surprise. I believe it's his time to move on to something better. Especially as his family number's going up by one soon.

Speaking of increasing world populations, what is with the (literally) out-of-this-world costs of education in this country?!? And at the primary level fa! 550K per term! For Creche too!!. That's almost 2mil per year. Is it because its ABJ? My fees as at Pry 5 was N770 (Granted, this was in 93, but even with inflation rates....). It would seem homeschooling is the way to go. Or very minimized childbearing. Which all in all works in my favour. Paying the equivalent of MSc fees for diapers, brunch snacks and Barney re-runs is beyond Looney.