Life through the dirty window.

Moving.

lindyloohoo — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 01:35:57 +0000

Yep, moving. It’s been the talk of the house for many years. But never once did I think it would become a reality.

Guess I was wrong, this is the closest to moving we have ever gotten. I almost believe that it is going to happen. Never have we found a house with all the things my father has wanted in his dream home, a reasonable price, a breath-taking view, and so much more. Not only have we found a house but have the signs all added up. By signs I mean: the fact that we received the monthly ski magazine that in this issue stated, where the house is located, is the best snow in the country, skiing wise. Or the fact that my dad was talking about how his dream home would have to have a huge porch, and then 10 minutes late I went on google maps and found that the house had a porch almost the same width of the house itself. I have found many houses and shown many houses to my father but never once have we all found one we truly like as much as this one.

Although I do not wish to leave the school I have been to since I was 5 or the town I have been raised in. If in reality a move was necessary I don’t think I would mind it too much, even though I hate change unless it is under my control I have now learned to warm up to change and take life as it comes. The main reason I would want to move is because of the amount of joy I see on my fathers face when I tell him the details of the home, or describe that it has a 5 car garage, poker room, theater room, 7 bedrooms, A view of the lake and the mountains, that it is located on the road to one of his favorite skiing mountains. Or the fact that he doesn’t want neighbors and the entire neighborhood only has 7 lots. Or how happy my dad gets when he talks about how he wants us(kids) to be able to bring all our friends down to ski and hang out, as well as how it would be amazing if we bought the house now and could go down for long weekends and have a place to stay. I forgot to add that the one requirement I had for the home is that it had enough room in the backyard to have my wedding one day, I had a dream view for my mountain wedding and so far this is looking good.

In some ways if it did really come down to it, I’m sure I would regret moving at the time but I know we would do what is best for us as a family.

I really hope this is my families future abode:

The hopeful home...

in need of a new shoulder…

lindyloohoo — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 20:10:14 +0000

to lean on… hopefully soon this person will be there.

at least one person is…

‎”Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:6

Repeated Patern

lindyloohoo — Fri, 11 Jun 2010 14:02:44 +0000

I’ve already written this post once before but it decided to delete itself so here we go again to try and reproduce the post similar to what it was before.

Worried lately, as I no longer have someone to lean on. Especially as these times are the ones in need of someone most. I have begun to once again to notice the poor paterns, I don’t want to jump to conclusions but I don’t know, it could be repeating itself again. My inklings were not helped when someone told me ” they” were in that horrible place where it all began, not saying specifically but I have a theory. I only hope my theory is not true. I could really use someone else to lean on, I new my support would not last forever but I thought it would be at least a little longer than this. I still need a shoulder to lean on.

What I have noticed though is that there are many adults who do not realize what or how they are affecting others if only they knew how someone else felt when they chose poor decisions. I just hope no onlooker will have to expierince the same as I am/ have.

I only know that God has the plan for me and if this is his plan than it is for me to follow, I just hope he will guide me to find a new shoulder in which I can lie on, and soon. There are people in mind and if it were to be one of them then I would be even more forever greatful than I am now for what he has done for me. I could really use some time at Fuel right now.

I only hope my new shoulder comes soon.

– { He will not let your foot slip. He who watches over you will not slumber. Psalms 121-3 } –

Anniversary.

lindyloohoo — Wed, 05 May 2010 22:24:51 +0000

The day is upon us to celebrate. The 15th anniversary of thy Lindy! 15 years ago, I was born on the 5th of may, in the 5th month of the year, in the 95th year of the 20th century. At the time of 5:50 all the while on the 5th day of the week.

On a happy note of my birthday, it has yet to rain today, which will be a first in all the years of my life. It has always rained on my birthday, and I suppose that is due to being born durning one of the worst floods of all time. But oh well…

Lost in Transit.

lindyloohoo — Sat, 24 Apr 2010 02:46:18 +0000

That’s me.

Supposed to go somewhere but instead one gets lost along the way.

That’s me.

One knows where to go but not how to get there.

That’s me.

Will one get there? Or are they forever lost in transit?

That’s me.

Will one ever know? No.

That’s me.

Lost in transit until one finds the path again.

That’s me.

Tear.

lindyloohoo — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 23:27:21 +0000

Mom said crying was healthy. I agreed but I have cried many tears lately.

These tears have come from a variety of places and causes.

Tears came last night while watching a regular show I found myself crying when the uncle of the main character had passed away and she was naming some characteristics of her uncle that reminded me so much of my Grandfather. I just wish I was able to say goodbye, see him one last time. It would mean the world to me. I realized what my mom had to go through and that I could never get through that again.

Tears came from anger when I found my self plummeting into a pit. Once nothing had been going my way for two straight weeks I just felt lost in the abyss of nothingness.

Tears came from laughter when friends made my laugh so hard that I cried

Tears also came from sadness well now… sitting home alone realizing that someday soon I will have to be alone, hopefully though I will have someone by my side so I won’t have to be alone. I don’t enjoying being alone as often as I have been these last few weeks it’s not as pleasant as it used to be.

Tears came from happiness… this is yet to come. Hopefully soon, I know it will and why it will, but I just don’t know the when…

The last step….

lindyloohoo — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 23:24:36 +0000

was the step that I missed. Yes I missed it and twisted my foot, fell and crashed.

Then the mexican workmen that was working on the front door, laughed at me. How embaaarrrasing…

Now it’s swollen, bruised, tender and hard to walk on. Ouch. Hmm, wonder what’s wrong.

Read a bunch of info about it and lots of people have done this and ended up breaking there 5th metatarsal, hoping that’s not the case, but I wouldn’t doubt it.

if only..

lindyloohoo — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 20:59:45 +0000

if only I didn’t suffer so severely from:

Pocrescophobia

“Oh my! you’re… well… glowing”

lindyloohoo — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 23:53:39 +0000

GLOW GLOW GLOW, THIS WAS PURLEY FANTASTIC!

New schedule

lindyloohoo — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 16:11:19 +0000

I have officially come up with a new weekly schedule that I stick to and take pride in doing so. My week begins on Mondays with school, a trial run and lifting. Tuesdays just depend either only school work or some working out. Wednesdays consist of running home quickly to work out and then homework,and dinner then at 6:30 it’s time to head to Fuel my new youth group till about 9 ish or later. Thursdays are hectic but fun, the morning starts off with breakfast with my younglife girls, school, homework and workouts an then heading to younglife club, so Thursdays are younglife days. Friday usually involve a trail run and workout and either a sporting event or just a night in.