Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Sixth Times a Charm

That saying "The third times a charm" wasn't true for us. It was the sixth time! We finally found a home to buy! This is house #6 we have tried to buy since January. Let me tell you...it feels so good to know that we will have a place to go at the end of July. The inspection went well and now all we need to do is get the financing set in stone and show up on our closing date.

Getting this house [well actually it's a condo], wasn't what we expected when we started this search. However, we are convinced that the Lord is faithful to provide what we need, not necessarily what we want. We found this place Sunday, as it had just hit the market that morning. There was an ad in the paper that there was to be an open house, so Stephen and I decided to go to it after church. We weren't thrilled with the idea because it's a 2 bed/2 bath/2 car garage condo and we have always desired at least 3 bedrooms, a yard and an actual house. As we have learned through this process, we can't eliminate options, especially at this point. So we went to the open house.

When we walked in the place Stephen and the seller recognized one another and it turned out to be someone who works in the school district that Stephen first worked at when he started teaching. Furthermore, her daughter walked in the room and Stephen remembered he had taught her years and years ago when she was in 8th grade. She is now graduating from college! That was pretty neat. By the end of our "tour" we felt we should make an offer on the place, so we did just that, that evening. The next day we had "heard" that the owner and her realtor would be going over our offer, possibly tweeking it. Later that day our realtor called us and told us that the seller had 2 other people who were going to place offers, yet she told them not to because they wanted to look at ours first. Wow! It's rare to refuse other offers. After looking at ours she decided to take it pretty much as is, because she had prayed about it and felt the Lord was telling her we were the right people to buy this place. We thought this was pretty amazing and such a Godsend.

All we needed was the inspection to go smoothly, but having been through what we have, we were not counting on anything at this point. The Lord worked it out though! We had the inspection this morning and it went very well. So we believe this is the place He has for us and even though it's not what we had envisioned when starting this house buying journey, it is HIS vision. We believe the Lord will bless it. It does have some features we just love [lots of windows and a small, private courtyard and it's a non-student community]. It also needs alot of painting and all new floors, but nothing that we can't handle, as we are very familiar with remodeling. :o)

So hopefully the drama is over for now and the next 3-5 years at this place will have many treasured memories!

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Memories of Mike

Mike Freeman 10.03.75 - 9.04.06

This is a collection of some of the many precious memories I have of one of my best friends, Mike Freeman. Mike and I were best friends in high school and shortly thereafter. The day I found out he had passed away I was in shock. I was hoping to reconnect with him, by doing a search for him. I was hoping to talk, to laugh like we so often did when we were in touch. And I so wanted my husband to meet him because to this day Mike has been a part of my vocabulary so much. Instead I was left with grief, sorrow and a flood of memories rushing in.

How We Met:
I will never forget the day I met Mike. He was a transplant from Yuma, Arizona and moved to El Paso when I was 15. Our birthdays are reversed, his being 10.03 and mine being 3.10 (we always loved that!). My point is, I don't know if he was already 16 or still 15 but that doesn't matter much does it? I was in English class and this cute new boy came in and he sat cadycorner to me. I distinctly remember sitting there thinking "wow...he's cute. I gotta get to know him." Little did I know years later he would come out, but that's besides the point. Back to the story. Anyway, I started talking to him and before I knew it I was inviting him to each lunch with me. After that moment, we were literally inseperable as my family or his Aunt Lynnell can testify!

About Our Friendship:
Mike and I were two peas in a pod. We had so much in common back in the day. We loved The Cure, Depeche Mode, other alternative music, Birkenstocks, going for drives and most of all we loved to laugh together. We spent so much time together. Our relationship consisted of much laughter and much fighting, as to be expected when you spend every waking hour with someone else. But all in all we were best buddies. I taught him how to drive, we took trips together, spent the night at each others houses, he even lived with my family for a short time after high school. Besides my other best friend back in the day, Monica, and my awesome hubby...Mike is the only other person whom I have been able to be completely myself. These people have seen glimpses of me that no one else has. Have you ever had a friend like that? One where all inhibitions are out the window? It's such a freeing and special gift and I am so lucky to have experienced that. Awe....youth. Nothing like it.


let the memories begin...

COURAGE AT KMART:
My husband likes to say I am clumsy. I disagree. I like to think I gracefully walk through this world... but okay, I'll admit, I do have problems getting around sometimes. :o) One day Mike and I were at K-Mart with a boyfriend of mine and Mike and I were goofing off as usual. We loved to laugh and have a great time. Well, we thought it'd be funny if I tried to jump over one of the chains at one of the closed check out isles. Well, me being the fantastic Olympic hurdler that I am, I jumped at the opportunity at this dare. Let's just say I quickly found out hurdling is not my talent. My leg caught the chain, my other leg hit the candy display next to the register and I was on the floor in no time...candy sprawled out all over the floor. Oh dear Lord, how embarrassing. If my memory serves me right, I was left laying there all alone, body twisted in a sea of candy...yet the sound of laughter was mysteriously in the background.

THE MALL:
We were at the mall one day and we were walking down a flight of stairs. Mike thought it would be funny to "gently" push me, not intending anything to happen of course (yeah right). That gentle push made me fall down the entire flight of stairs. I just kept rolling and rolling down the stairs and of course Mike was roaring with laughter, so much so that he couldn't help me up as I landed out in front of all these people at Cielo Vista Mall. Another graceful moment for Lisa. I know.

CHIQUITA BANANA LADY:
There used to be this commercial for Chiquita Bananas where this hispanic cartoon lady would sing a song about the bananas. Mike LOVED it when I would use my hispanic accent and sing the song. He would often tell me "sing the Chiquita Banana Lady song!" So I'd start singing the song: "na, na, na, na,na,na,na,na,na,na,na....oooooh perfecto!" He just loved it.

HALLOWEEN:
It was always my dream to do special effects make-up in Hollywood one day. My mom and Mike were very supportive of me, as they would be my guinee pigs and let me practice my goolish makeup on them. One Halloween I did Mike's make-up and we wanted it to look like he was run over by a car, so we took his t-shirt and drove my car over it. Then he let me put cuts and gashes all over his face. I even put some glass coming out of his forehead. It was so much fun! So he went to school like that one Halloween because we were allowed to dress up. Let's just say alot of people took a second look and many girls passed him by saying "ooohhh that is so gross."




HAIR EXTENSIONS:
After high school I went to cosmetology school. I always had short, short hair and forever wanted long hair, but was too impatient to grow it out. A girl that I was in school with knew how to put in extensions, so Mike and I went to her house one evening so she could put them in. They were shoulder length extensions and it took her hours to put them in. After they were said and done I can't say they looked that great, but I didn't really know what to do about it, esp after sitting there for hours and hours. I was so depressed about it. When we got back to my house we decided to forget about it for a while so we wanted to go rent a movie; but there was no way I was going out with these extensions and it would take forever to take them out and I just wasn't up for it at that moment. So I put on a baseball cap. Let me tell you, Mike and I have never laughed so hard. These extensions looks so fake. I looked like Strawberry Shortcake, no joke. They were so stiff and straight underneath that cap. It was so obvious that was not my real hair. I don't know how I did it, but I got the courage to out in public anyways. So we went, got our video...Mike laughing at me in the store the whole time, due to my "new look". When we got home somehow we started wrestling, which wasn't uncommon. Mike did something and all of a sudden this chunk of hair extension came out. Of course that fueled the laughter fire and we both quickly found out that not only were those hours of sitting and getting these extensions were in vain because of the look, but also because of the quality. It turned out they came out really quick. Why must I always be the center of everyone's laughter? :o)

TATOO MAMA:
Okay, so almost every teen goes through a phase [esp these days] where tatoos are, at the very least, contemplated. I must have been about 16 or 17 when I got my first tatoo. Doe-doe head Lisa not only gets tatoos on her HANDS, where her parents will find out, but she does home-made tatoos. I never claimed I had common sense mind you, only that I was a graceful walker. Anyways, Mike and I somehow concluded this was a good idea for me to give myself tatoos, so we went to a friends house who we also convinced to get a homemade tatoo. So while Mike proceeded to do her tatoo of a big smiley face on her butt [yes, you read right...but who am I to talk?], I sat there creating my tatoos on each hand. To commemorate one of our favorite bands, The Cure [their Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me album], I proceeded to tatoo an eyeball and teardrop on my left hand and lips on the other. I won't go into reasons why these particular tatoos were one of the stupidest things I have done. Let's just say that a few years later I had them removed via surgery. I now have permanent reminders of that blissful day of creating such wonderful artwork on my hands.
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