Friday Already???

Really? I can't believe how fast this week went. Wait, I say that every week. Riddle me this: why is it that the older I get, the faster time seems to move?

Ok, time for another edition of Five Question Friday!

1. Do you know how to play a musical instrument?

In the 6th grade I played the flute. I was very proud of myself for being able to play the intro to "Stairway to Heaven." I also played a mean "Hot Cross Buns."

2. What is your pet peeve while driving?
Oh, well there are so many. I do live in Southern California, after all. Probably my BIGGEST pet peeve is when people don't use that little stick thingy on the side of the steering wheel. What's is called again? It makes this ticking noise...oh yeah! A freakin signal! Use it people!

3. Would you rather have a housekeeper or unlimited spa services?
Ok, this is a tough one...first I thought definitely take the spa services, because then I could always go for a massage after doing all that housework. Then I thought, no, the housekeeping, because then I would have time for the massages. But then I decided I want both. Can't I just give up a kidney or something?

4. Is there a song that you hear that will take you back to the moment, like a junior high or high school dance?
There are so many songs. Probably 75% of what I hear on the radio will take my back to some time in my life. "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi is probably the one that sticks out the most in my mind as a song that I remember tying in with a specific moment. It doesn't really matter why. Let's just say I should've listened to it a little closer.

5. What song best represents your life right now?

This is an easy one. There is one song that I have said for a while now is my favorite song, because of how it touches my heart, and reminds me to appreciate all that I have been given. My life is a blessing, the pain the hurt, the anger, the bitterness, the joy, the love, the promise.

 

"Blessed the Broken Road"

by Rascal Flatts

 

Every long lost dream led me to where you are

Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

These lyrics ring true for me every day. Looking at my son, I think of all the heartache that led to him being a permanent part of my life, and I wouldn't trade it for a second. I know that all of those things that happened, the loss and the heartache, helped to get me to the person I am today. When I think of Rick, I think of all the lousy, abusive men I've dated, and know that he is so different. I know that those experiences help me to truly appreciate the wonderful man that he is. Don't get me wrong, sometimes bad things really do just happen, but so many of the things that break our hearts, are blessings. Blessings that God places in our path to help us to see the beauty of what we do have, and to appreciate the road we've taken once we reach our destination.

The House That Built Me

The other day, while sorting through the mail, Rick handed me a letter from the DMV. It was my renewed Driver's License. Now, I know for most, this is pretty insignificant, but this time, it was special. I slowly took it out of the envelope, and stared at it.

Rick wanted to see the picture (apparently in three years he's never looked at my driver's license). I told him the picture was taken about six years ago, long before we met. My hair was longer then, to which he commented "You look a lot better now then you did back then." (um, thanks hon - he's one of those rare men who can't stand long hair).

Anyway, this was a big deal for me - it had my address on it! You see, since I first got my driver's license at 16, I alway put down my parent's address. Even as an adult, I moved around a lot and it's such a hassle to change it, so I didn't.

Two years ago, shortly after my grandmother died, I moved into her house. 

One of the few pictures I have of my Oma and Cooper, two months before she died.

A year later, I had the opportunity to purchase her home, and I did. The driver's license I held in my hand, had the address of my home, my permenant home, for the first time.

Purchasing my own home has really changed me, built me, you could say. Listing this as my permenant residence made me feel like I'm finally an adult; at 33 years of age I've become a grown-up.

I have so many memories of this house. As a child, I swam in the pool (that is now covered with grass), I made mudpies in the backyard, I ran through the sprinklers every summer, played cards with my grandparents on the patio, helped my grandmother bake cookies, and make her German Spatzle. When I was 19, my Oma let me move in with her, and the room I occupied for two years, is now my son's room. My mom also grew up in this house, and slept in the same bedroom.

It's neat to know the stories of this house, how it has evolved, like why and how the brick was added to the front, when the cement that widened the driveway was poured, and what was there before those bushes in front of the garage.

I have preserved some memories, but have also tried to make it my own. For example, here's a look at my grandma's kitchen:

I can recall many nights sitting at this table, eating meals, playing cards, and watching the tiny little TV that used to sit in the corner. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, so I decided to make some changes and hired a friend to do the work. Emotionally, it was a difficult thing to do, but I knew that I needed to make this home "mine."

Here's the "new" space:

The first thing to be removed was the table and bench seat, and when I came home that day and saw them sitting in the driveway, I cried. But I must admit, I love the new look.

Of course, some things will never change.

Oma's Kuche = Oma's Kitchen

You can't see it in the picture, but this sign, brought home from one of her many visits to her native Germany, hangs above the window, and as long as I'm living here, it always will.

This house that helped to shape me, is going to be the house that shapes my son as well. Some of his favorite things? Playing in the water in the backyard, digging in the dirt where I used to make mudpies, building Lego towers on the patio, and helping me bake cookies in Oma's kitchen.

Country singer, Miranda Lambert, who just happens to be one of my very favorite artists, has a song on the radio right now called "The House That Built Me." I can relate to this song at every age. If you haven't heard it before, turn your volume up. It should be playing right about now.