BOY! We just found out and John couldn't be more thrilled. I mean, I of course am happy too, but something about the family name going on and a hunting buddy and all that makes my hubby giddy. I would have posted a pic but I am still without internet and without a scanner, so you are saved from the sonogram picture of my little mans "package". He will be John Paul Schaffner, III and the only form of this that we can come up with that we like AT ALL is JP. I actually don't mind Jack, but John insists he would be picked on in school and had never heard of someone named John being called Jack. I thought everyone knew that.
We got the house. We think. This process makes me crazy. Our closing date is August 18, but we're trying to get in earlier because the girls moving in to our apartment are moving in before that. I don't think there's enough room for all of us, so we gotta get out of there. I can't wait to have room. I can't wait for Boudreaux to have room, I feel so bad for that poor dog. I also am scared to death. I mean, when something broke before we could just call the landlord. Now we have to FIX IT????? And we have to buy a lawnmower and get flood insurance and the list goes on and on and on and on and on. I mean, are we really going to be broke for the next 30 years? Can you tell I have a little anxiety over this? I am excited, and once I can I will post pictures and you can all help me decide how to fix the mess of the fire-engine red painted fireplace, but for right now I'm just freaking out.
I just got over my second bout of food poisening since coming here. I think I've had it once EVER in my life, and now I have spent two weekends since moving to Hammond hugging the toilet. Atleast this time it stopped just short of another emergency room visit. The last visit, where all they did was give me saline solution and some phengren, was $1500.00. How do people afford to live in this country?
We went to yet another different church this morning. It was okay. I don't know what I'm looking for, but I don't think this was it. The people were nice, and they had dinner on the grounds after that rivaled Thanksgiving, but unless God speaks to me in a dream tonight I think I'll pass. We have been to one church we really liked, and the pastor and his wife are really neat, but we have to visit all the other churches first in order for my husband to "network" with the pastors and get a feel for what's going on around here. Alas, so far it seems to be nothing. Isn't that sad?
I have to tell you what the pastor at Immanuel (the one we liked) did for John. In order to fully understand this story you also have to know that the day before this happened the washing machine in our apartment exploded spilling about 30 gallons of water into our hallway carpeting. The last time I had food poisening was the day John was supposed to meet this man for lunch. He called him at 11:00 to tell him that he couldn't meet him because he was taking his wife to the emergency room, of which he had to just drop me off because we don't know anyone to keep Sadie, and then he had to go home and sop up the carpet and yada yada, basically dumped on the guy. An hour later this pastor, in his suit and tie from church, showed up with a shop vac at our apartment and got down on his knees and sucked up the water for John. We didn't ask, we didn't even know he had one, he just showed up and did it. Later that night he came back with supper for John because I was still at the hospital. Now, that is a pastor. He and his wife are amazing, even if we don't go to their church we know we've already found friends in them. John goes by about once a week to chat with him and the pastor (also named John, that's why I'm not calling him by name, it's confusing) told him last week that he had been praying for someone to talk to. Isn't that cool?
Okay, I've been gone long enough. Sadie and John await. We brought home leftovers from "dinner on the grounds" so atleast I don't have to worry about cooking!