So, I am home. Well, kind of. My parents moved into a new house about two years ago. I have never technically called this place home. I love this new house though, and have no problem with all of the bathrooms (the old house had one) and the fact that there is a guest bedroom for me to sleep in (at the old house, the minute I moved out my mom converted my bedroom into an art room- I totally approved, except when I came back with a husband and kids and no place to sleep). The only things that get me about the new house are all the light switches everywhere! I try to turn on a light and I spend five minutes flipping switches and turning knobs making the house blink like a giant Christmas light before I manage to connect the right current! Maybe I’ll have it figured out by the time I go home.

I am always a little insecure when I make a trip to Fargo. I want very much to appear as though I have everything under control and that everything about my little life is perfect. Now, in reality, I’m bumbling along just like most of the other idiots in this world, doing my best and hoping for karma to balance out my feeble efforts. But when returning home, I would much rather have old acquaintances see me and mourn the fact that they didn’t make out with me when they had the chance, rather than look me over and notice that motherhood has not been good to my thighs. Funny how I get like this, isn’t it?

Insecurities aside, I do enjoy visiting people and seeing how their lives are changing. It’s been wonderful chatting with former teachers, showing off my children, and catching up with old friends from church. I always feel like a big goober hunting down these people from my past. I have to wonder if they every wonder about me they way I wonder about them, or if they even care to see me. I wondered especially on this trip, where it had been three years since my last visit. Some people would just move on. I suppose this is why I am well suited to Air Force life; the old adage “make new friends but keep the old” really comes into play in the life I lead. I like knowing that I have so many people who I am fond of in so many places. It makes the world seem homier. I was not disappointed in my visiting. People are still wonderful.

Hey people! I decided to rent a bit of space on my blog through the blogexplosion traffic exchange. My first renter is Jen of For The Birds!

Here is her profile: I am 31 years old, work as a Space Shuttle electrical technician and live with my husband Andy, four small dogs and a parrot. I am interested in things like home improvement, tropical landscaping, new technology, and so on. Birds have always been a part of my life since having small pet birds as a child. I was a fanatic birdwatcher in high school and even traveled all the way to Costa Rica mainly to look at birds. My career path has followed “birds” as well: airplanes first, as an aircraft mechanic, and now space shuttles. The main bird in my life right now is Charley, an Eclectus Parrot who thinks I am his real mother.

Check her out and let her know Lou sent you!