Tree Roaches!!!

so Nghi and I were watching Sweet Home Alabama, enjoying a nice break with a cute movie...Nghi says, oh a cockroach. Well Mike is gone so I must be the one in charge of chasing those right?? So I get up and put on my slippers, meander a few steps and see it...scream, which of course makes Nghi scream.

I ask what am I going to do? she says here, I look at her extended hand which has in it a piece of plastic the size of a half dollar - as she is standing on the couch out of the roaches path mind you!

I ask what in tarnation she expects me to do with the 1/4 inch wide 1-1/4 inch long thing barreling at us???  (NOT A MATCH FOR THE DINOSAUR SIZE COCKROACH COMING AT US!!)

I scream what the bloody hell does she want me to do with that???? take it out, she says?? Right, picking it up with that was my first thought!

I grab one of the plastic containers we are sorting things into - 12 gallon or so?? and I slam it down on top of it, now Nghi is asking why I hit it. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Self preservation comes to mind!

so I pick it up and slam it down 5-6 more times, just to be sure. She is wondering if I have gone mad by now. So I get a paper towel, that will work to throw away this thing right?? I lift it up, no, too big. So I get the vacuum, that will work. So I get it ready and lift up the container and that son of a biscuit is running again. Oh my heck I sucked him up in the vacuum and left it running. We can leave it running for 11 days until Mike returns right???

Nghi took her leave and went upstairs by the way, leaving me alone on the first floor to wonder if he can get out of the vacuum. I did turn it off but I will confess that I have turned it back on a dozen or so times just to ensure he stays at the bottom if he has managed to crawl up a bit. 

Everything is bigger in Texas, except my courage against bugs!!

Going/Coming Home

there are times when you are on vacation and you are so very excited to be there and do what you are doing, then you hit that wall and you just say, I am ready to go home, ready to be in my bed around my things...getting on with life. I had that feeling driving home today. It was so bizarre to have that feeling coming home.

I did not want to go to Texas, did not want to leave my kids and grandkids. My grandkids more only because they change so fast, I badly do not want them to forget me or to not want me to be a huge part of their lives because they are not used to me. I know that is insecurity on my part but I do not want that. I want to see all of their dance recitals/school programs/sports events...I cannot do that if I live 25 hours away.

However, despite all of my arguing about it I absolutely know that I was supposed to go, no idea why but I did know I was. When I tried to work it out to stay here, it did not feel right, all went wrong. I set it up to leave and like dominoes the obstacles fell out of the way.

Now I am home for a visit, 4th of July/Tysons bday/Destiny s dance class etc and I have been here for a week and a half and I feel like I need to be moving on. It is almost like ... ok you said yes, you went, now you are back and are wanting to stay so I need to give you yet another push that this is not where you are supposed to be.

I have no idea why I need to be gone from here, but I know I do. so many emotions about that.

All I can do is follow the opportunities and see what happens. Wish me luck!!