Home Sweet...Home?

I think that what a lot of people call home is where they grew up. You know, you might say that you're going "home" for the holidays. Well it gets a little confusing when you officially move away from home. Now I'm not just talking going away to college, or in mine and Adam's case, getting married and living five minutes from "home." I'm talking you now live very far from home (which is Houston). Let's say...Connecticut.

I had the opportunity to "go home" just recently for a little over two weeks, and Adam was able to join me for a short period of that time. I think I can speak for the both of us when I say that we loved being there. We were able to spend precious, meaningful and fun times with our family and friends, and of course squeeze some Tex-Mex in. However, when those two weeks at "home" came nearing their end, I found myself strangely ready to be home. Maybe it was because my husband was already there (and life is always best when you're with your husband), or maybe because that is where God has called us to be for the next however many years of our life, and He wants me to be happy there. Whatever it is, it felt good to be back up north. Literally. It felt good. Like 75 degrees good.

Luckily I got to fly in on a Friday night, which meant a weekend to spend with Adam and Jaida, who I had also been missing (poor puppy had to stay at Camp Bow Wow while we were gone). We of course had to take advantage of the amazing weather and head to our favorite park for some quality frisbee time.

It felt good to be cooking in our kitchen and sleeping in our bed (even if it is a temporary apartment). It is strange what God does in your heart when He moves you somewhere totally new, far away from "home," and you allow Him to give you peace about it. Now don't worry all of our friends and family, I still desire to live next door to each one of you, maybe on a giant cul-de-sac. But for now, you have an open invitation to come and stay with us in our home.

What I want to be when I grow up....

Yeah I'm 30, shut up. I can still dream right?? These are things I write down in my journal (the one that has a unicorn on the cover....well not a unicorn...a horse with a sword coming out his head...that guards my hopes and dreams). I want to be Guy Fieri. If you're not sure who I'm talking about, then you're probably a man who doesn't watch food network. Fine, I watch Food Network...what of it?? Guy Fieri hosts a show called "Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives"...and this is my dream job.



First...a disclaimer. The way Guy bleaches his hair and wears his sunglasses on the back of his head and has 6 different rings on at one time typcially is a deal breaker for me. There is a term I would use for such an individual normally that I will not post on this blog because my wife does not approve of the aforementioned term. But dang it....he's likeable anyways.



Back to "triple D" as it is normally referenced. Have you ever wanted to go back into the kitchen of your favorite restaurant? Have the chef prepare a few special items just for you? This is the job. Travel all over the country to some of the best down home cookin' spots...meet the owners...watch the chef's make their specialities...and then eat them. Oh yeah and get paid for it. What the what???!!!?? This is a job???? Where was my high school counselor on this one? Where was the box on the personality test labeled "likes to get paid to eat good food on TV"? I would checked the crap out of that box. But I get to sit in front of a computer screen all day. Awesome.



I tried to think of the sports equivilant to this job. (Trying to redeem myself as a man now that I've admitted my love for Food Network). This is like getting paid to travel to the best college basketball schools and NBA teams in the U.S.; meeting the coaches and players, getting to play a few pick up games and run some of the plays out of their playbook, and taking home a jersey from each. Sign me up. I'm ready.