Well, after finding out in April of 2009 that we may have to move from our first hometown of Waxahachie, Texas down to San Antonio, Texas and actually doing it in May of 2009, I finally feel at rest again. This journey has not been easy in the least bit, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I have learned so much about the character of the Savior I adore as well as learning to trust Him on a whole different level.
I'm extremely thankful for the humorous, optimistic man that I married. His antics and jokes kept me smiling when all I wanted to do is cry my eyes right out of my head. And the easy going spirit of our vivacious three year old helped me not to be so serious all the time. Both men being sweet blessings from the Master helping me live out life on this crazy planet called Earth.
And of course we can't do anything large in life without something incredibly funny happening because of course, we are Bodkers. On the second day of being in our new home, my mom and sister came to visit and seemed to notice a smell that would make your nose just want to tuck in your face and stop working for a while. I smelt a bit of this mysterious odor but ignored it because of course there were weird smells in here. We bought this home from an 86 year old woman who had lived here for 30 years. And after cleaning out some of the drawers that I'm almost positive had a small rodent dwelling in there, smells were a part of the process that we would just have to let air out with time. But as the evening went on, the smell grew stronger. So Mr. Bodker and I decided to go on a hunt. We lurked cautiously around each corner sniffing like whatever is holding this smell is alive and will attack us, and then we stop dead in the center of the master bedroom...the source was in this room. We sniff vents, furniture and then, my husband had this crazy idea that it could be the small laundry basket of dirty clothes that I had taken in transition of the move. My comment was, "no way, we aren't that smelly". NO, we aren't that smelly but as he bent down to take a big whiff and yelled once it reached his brain notifying the whole world that the pungent odor was indeed coming from this laundry basket, my memory sharpened a bit.
All the laundry had been done but the night before moving, I spilled some milk in the kitchen. So I grabbed a towel, sopped it up and put the towel in the laundry basket making a mental note to wash it first thing once the washer and dryer were set up the next day. Mental note? Really? I mean come on, every female this side of Texas knows that once you birth one of those beloved children we sometimes label as "one of our own", they somehow seem to take your brain memory out with them in the process. Its a cruel fact of childbirth. There was no "mental note" in this brain of mine. And if I did make one, it was certainly pushed out by many other things I had to fit in there in order to make this move somewhat smooth.
Anyway after we knocked that out, my man and little guy took the dog out to mark her turf. It took them forever! Mind you we don't have a back yard, we have to put the dog on a leash to take her to potty, so its not as simple of a process as one might think. Eventually my son bounces through the front door, followed by the mini K-9, and trailing in at last place, is my husband making the statement "never again!". He went on to explain that as our dog was relieving herself, our three year old blurted out he had to potty "right now". So as the preschooler was pulling down his pants (because he hasn't been arrested for indecent exposure and doesn't even know what it means), my man is trying to drag the squatting dog to get over to our "jay bird" to help him not get his clothes soaked in urine. Needless to say, I then understood the comment "never again!", and I really hope no neighbors were watching. If so, they probably thought "well, there goes the neighborhood".
Like I said, humor surrounds us, and that's they way I like it.
I'm extremely thankful for the humorous, optimistic man that I married. His antics and jokes kept me smiling when all I wanted to do is cry my eyes right out of my head. And the easy going spirit of our vivacious three year old helped me not to be so serious all the time. Both men being sweet blessings from the Master helping me live out life on this crazy planet called Earth.
And of course we can't do anything large in life without something incredibly funny happening because of course, we are Bodkers. On the second day of being in our new home, my mom and sister came to visit and seemed to notice a smell that would make your nose just want to tuck in your face and stop working for a while. I smelt a bit of this mysterious odor but ignored it because of course there were weird smells in here. We bought this home from an 86 year old woman who had lived here for 30 years. And after cleaning out some of the drawers that I'm almost positive had a small rodent dwelling in there, smells were a part of the process that we would just have to let air out with time. But as the evening went on, the smell grew stronger. So Mr. Bodker and I decided to go on a hunt. We lurked cautiously around each corner sniffing like whatever is holding this smell is alive and will attack us, and then we stop dead in the center of the master bedroom...the source was in this room. We sniff vents, furniture and then, my husband had this crazy idea that it could be the small laundry basket of dirty clothes that I had taken in transition of the move. My comment was, "no way, we aren't that smelly". NO, we aren't that smelly but as he bent down to take a big whiff and yelled once it reached his brain notifying the whole world that the pungent odor was indeed coming from this laundry basket, my memory sharpened a bit.
All the laundry had been done but the night before moving, I spilled some milk in the kitchen. So I grabbed a towel, sopped it up and put the towel in the laundry basket making a mental note to wash it first thing once the washer and dryer were set up the next day. Mental note? Really? I mean come on, every female this side of Texas knows that once you birth one of those beloved children we sometimes label as "one of our own", they somehow seem to take your brain memory out with them in the process. Its a cruel fact of childbirth. There was no "mental note" in this brain of mine. And if I did make one, it was certainly pushed out by many other things I had to fit in there in order to make this move somewhat smooth.
Anyway after we knocked that out, my man and little guy took the dog out to mark her turf. It took them forever! Mind you we don't have a back yard, we have to put the dog on a leash to take her to potty, so its not as simple of a process as one might think. Eventually my son bounces through the front door, followed by the mini K-9, and trailing in at last place, is my husband making the statement "never again!". He went on to explain that as our dog was relieving herself, our three year old blurted out he had to potty "right now". So as the preschooler was pulling down his pants (because he hasn't been arrested for indecent exposure and doesn't even know what it means), my man is trying to drag the squatting dog to get over to our "jay bird" to help him not get his clothes soaked in urine. Needless to say, I then understood the comment "never again!", and I really hope no neighbors were watching. If so, they probably thought "well, there goes the neighborhood".
Like I said, humor surrounds us, and that's they way I like it.
I can't wait to see it! So happy that you are finally settled. It's been a long journey...take some time, shift and wiggle...settle in. (forgot the "f" in shift the first time I typed it!...thank God I proofed it before I hit "Post Comment"!!!
ReplyDeleteLOL, that would have been the funniest thing ever!
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