Some Updates, Some Thoughts

After a brief trip to booming Rogers, Arkansas, I am back. And no, that was not sarcasm, that place is growing so fast. You'll be driving in what looks like a neighborhood and all of a sudden a shopping mall, 25 chain restaurants and some corporate headquarters jumps out at you. It's a little startling, really, but not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I get to go back week after next, stay for two weeks and I get to celebrate my fourth of July there. Bring on the fireworks. Bombs bursting, all day and all night (ha.)



In other thoughts....it would be safe to say that I have started house hunting. It would also be safe to say that my loving husband has not started house hunting. Huh. He keeps citing some crazy reference to our bank account and how we haven't saved enough yet, blah, blah, blah. I claim to not understand and maybe even hallucinate a few extra zeros in the account that aren't really there. Maybe he is right. Maybe next year, after another year of saving, it would be a better time to buy. But I am really busy next year, so I just think this year would be better. Oh well, doesn't stop a girl from searching for the perfect house, just in case. I even have my friends looking for me.


As I continue my search for homes (you know, late at night while my husband sleeps) I have found the most maddening situation time and time again. Every time I see a house for sale that I think might be a "good one" I race over to the little information box, which is so conveniently located in the front yard next to the "For Sale" sign. And EVERY time I open the handy dandy little box that I think is going to provide me all the square footage, school, 1/2 bathroom and of course, listing price details, I am greeted by a stone cold empty information box. I mean, honestly. Don't label it "Information" label it "Tease." One can only gather so much information by just looking at the front of the house. I mean a girl needs more information if she is going to make an informed decision on whether she should risk divorce and make an offer.

After this happened four times in one scouting mission, I am starting to wonder if my husband is on to my scheme and is secretly one step ahead of me, removing all information flyer's so my enthusiasm and zest for a new house will quickly become deflated in frustration due to my lack of "information." Well, whether it is him or just some lazy realtor who isn't fulfilling his or her duties to the seller, it is frustrating.





And finally, on a serious note, I must say that I am truly saddened by the death of Tim Russert. Anytime someone just collapses from a heart attack, it hits close to home, whether I know the person or not. My Sunday mornings will not be the same. I don't know who I will turn to on the the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November of this year. I am dreading tomorrow's tribute, because I am a sap and I know I will cry, but I truly admired him as a journalist. You could tell he was so passionate about his job, that is was for the greater good and that is also something I admire. And that is all I know to say.