I've been away. sorry.

I want to be one of those awesome bloggers who writes a post every day, or at least every week day, or even has the courtesy to say, "hey, I might not be writing for a bit." I am not. My 9th grade English teacher labeled me "consistently inconsistent" once, and I'm afraid I've just felt compelled to live up to that sticky label.

But I'm here now, and I only have a few minutes before I have to don my scrubs and head back into the world of the (sometimes) walking wounded, so I apologize for the small size of my post...

Basically, within a space of about two weeks, Jason and I went from wishing we could buy a house but feeling like it wouldn't happen, and also wanting to sell his two-seater, un-air-conditioned truck so he could get one that accommodates a car seat and doesn't cook you in the hot Florida summers (that last, oh, 10 months of the year) to BOOM! there's a house we can afford! we love it! did I mention it's in our price range!, and some guy bought Jason's truck. A guy who also lives in Florida, no less, but who owns some sort of business up north and doesn't care that the truck isn't air-conditioned. On top of it all, I'm sorta pregnant, something else we've been hoping for for quite a long time (but hasn't been a recent development in the past two weeks... but still)... and I got a raise at work a few days ago, enough to make the whole mortgage thing seem like a little more of a possible reality.

Whew.

I've been saying that a lot lately.

We might be buying a house very, very soon. Jason is probably out buying a vehicle as I type this. The baby is kicking. A lot.

WHEW.

And it all feels like God telling me, you know that little ride called life that you're on? Well, sometimes it really is a roller coaster. And if you stop and shout, "WAIT!" just as you see that it's on the precipice of this huge drop down into who-knows-where, and try and figure out exactly where it's going and what turns it will make and where you will end up, well... you miss the point of it all and the ultimate thrill of a roller coaster, which is to hang on for the ride of your life and just go with it and scream your head off with glee. He knows how much I love roller coasters, too.

So if you see me throw my arms back with a huge, goofy grin on my face and shouting "wheee!", well, don't blame the hormones. Just pat me on the head and tell me to enjoy the ride.

More updates to come as I receive them...