*Jay and I had a long talk the other day about our goals for the future. I mention here quite regularly how we hate Florida. This state just doesn't have anything to offer us. We don't fit in here. Plus, it's expensive. Basically we overpay to live somewhere we hate. It just isn't worth it. But we have kids, a mortgage, debt---we can't just pack up and leave. So we seriously and realistically mapped out what we would need to do to get out of Florida within the next two years. I won't go into the details of the plan here because surely it would bore you, but it involves maintaining the level of spending we've been at this year, continuing to pay down debt, and paying off our car with next years tax refund, thus freeing up more money to save. I realize that none of this sounds fun, but honestly I'm giddy knowing we have a plan. It's good to have goals.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
*Saturday evening Jay watched No Country for Old Men, while I tried my best to not look at the TV screen. Afterwards, I didn't fall asleep until two in the morning and then had nightmares. For me, the jury is still out on Coen brothers movies. (I think I'm the only person in the world that hated Fargo.) I just don't do well with cinematic violence. Sometimes I have to just watch and hush though, since Jay routinely sits through movies like Suburban Girl and Twilight. Next movie on the list: The Squid and the Whale, a favorite around here.
*I'm still aching from our weekend climb up and down the 236 steps at the Devil's Millhopper.I've mentioned this giant sinkhole before, and we go often, but I don't know if my muscles will ever get used to it.
Afterwards we walked the trail around the sinkhole.I try so hard to get shots of my kids surrounded by nature but it's difficult because they're never still long enough. I also really wanted a nice photo of the girl's crooked ponytails (they are always crooked), but much like pictures of the elusive Big Foot, it's blurry and out of focus. Maybe next time.*I'm taking a break from reading about trashy vampires. I started reading The Ice Storm by Rick Moody, but about 70 pages in I realized it just wasn't suiting my current mood. Bored rich people in Connecticut having lots of sex. Not fun sex, but regrettable, shameful sex. I'm into the story so I'll probably get back into it in a few weeks, but now I'm reading Dreams Underfoot by Charles de Lint. Daphne is always raving about de Lint and I wanted to see what all the fuss is about. I don't normally read fantasy, so I wasn't sure if I'd *get* it. So far I'm loving it--I think it helps that the book is set in modern times, just with magic and mythical creatures. I'm definitely getting lost in it, which is something I need right now.