We are NOT moving this weekend.

Well, it is official - we are not buying the new house. Alas, the dreams of relaxing in the hot tub after a long time go by the wayside. Basically, the week before closing (which was supposed to be today) I began getting more and more stressed and feeling strongly that we should NOT buy the house. Part of that came from trying to get quotes for homeowners insurance on the new house. We actually had someone quote us $6000 for a year of homeowners insurance. Craziness.

One night as I was lying in bed, I began thinking of all the fixed expenses we'd have in the new house for as long as we had both houses and I started freaking out. So, I made a chart. The totals made me believe even stronger that we should not buy the new house while our house was still not sold. Even though we received pre-approval for financing that way, it made me nervous. After all, the brilliant finance guy who did the calculations wasn't going to have to balance the checkbook.

When we first entered into this whole deal, everyone was telling us we should sell our house almost immediately as the market is so hot down here and there are no houses on the market. Within two weeks, the bubble burst and our realtor said no one in their whole office was getting any calls and the news stations were reporting that the market was beginning to tank due to overinflated house prices anyway.

Long story a little shorter: basically, we are relieved to not be moving right now. Our house will stay on the market for the next 5 months and we'll see what happens. Thanks for your prayers.

Me and My Dad

I can't remember a single volleyball or basketball game that my Dad missed when I was in 7th - 12th grade. He made time to be there. He and my Mom drove many miles sometimes to be there. It was important to me and it was important to him. Sometimes everyone in the gym knew he was there as he shared his exuberant cheering with all, but I would rather have an exuberant father in the stands than one who stayed at home. My parents and I would often ride home together after the away games and that gave us a great chance to strategize over the whole game - the goods and the bads.

We played "Pig" at the hoop he set up for me. My Dad was a good shot, too. The only way I had a chance of winning was to stand at the free throw, turn around, arch my back like I was doing the limbo and hurl it over my head towards the hoop. I had to perfect that shot so I always had one he couldn't quite get.

No matter what sport, my Dad was supportive. He even made it to a few of my college games. He and my Mom were there for my last home volleyball game at Northland. He even was able to watch me play soccer once on Guam when we, the faculty team, were playing against my high school girls team.

I knew sports was a realm that my Dad and I could always connect in, so I got involved as much as possible and I put my heart into it too - because I knew my Dad was up there in the stands cheering me on. I think that had a definite impact on the type of athlete I became. I wasn't the braniac in the family (all of my sister's were valedictorians - I was 7th in class rank). There were other areas that my sister's clearly had been more gifted then I. They all played brass instruments like my Dad - I played the flute. So while they had their areas to connect - I had sports. We had a good time together through the years at all those games and on all those trips. I was truly blessed to have 2 parents in the stands supporting me when so many kids are lucky to have one.

So Dad, thanks for helping make me a stronger athlete and for being there. Happy Father's Day.

Possible New House

Here is the update. Yesterday we had the house inspection. It went well. There are two things that need to be dealt with before closing and I think the sellers have agreed to the fixes. Our realtor thinks we are still on track to close in 12 days. I go back and forth in my mind between whether we should or shouldn't get the house. I don't know if that is the Lord preparing me that it is going to fall through, or what. We've decided to leave it in the Lord's hands. There are still several ways the deal could fall through, so we are praying that if He doesn't want us to make this move that He solidly closes the door. Thanks for your prayers for us during this time.

Master Bedroom / Master Bath

Here is a view from the corner of the master bedroom into the master bath. I love the pedestal sink. On the right side is a vanity table and on the left side is the sink, toilet and tub.

Hot Tub at the New House

Okay, so I admit, this is a definite cool feature of the new house. This is in a screened in breezeway between the main house and the "guest house/work space". The greenery that you see is actually from the inside landscaping.

Mike, Dad Herriage, Royce

We spent Memorial Day visiting Mike's Mom, Dad and brother in North Carolina. We left after work on Friday evening and drove through the night to arrive there at about 7:15 a.m. on Saturday morning. Mike's Mom didn't know we were coming, but his Dad had set the alarm for 7:00 and told Mom Herriage that he wanted a big breakfast. So, she was in the kitchen getting out the food for breakfast. Mike's Dad met us at the door and escorted us to the kitchen where Mike walked in and said hello. I think his Mom was seriously shocked. Even Royce was able to keep the secret that we were coming, so that worked out well. Mom Herriage had a birthday on Sunday, so it was nice to be there to spend her birthday with her. We were going to drive home on Monday (Memorial Day), but Mike started thinking about the traffic and we decided to leave late on Sunday night and drive through the night again. So, we took off around 9:00 p.m. and got in to our house about 11 hours later and slept for several hours.

We always enjoy spending time with Mike's parents and brother. We are thankful to have the opportunity to go up there and thankful that the Lord gave us the strength and safety to travel through the night twice without any problems.

Mrs. B and I at the Wedding

Well, in continuing talking about people who have influenced me and in honor of her birthday which is today, I'd like to tell you about Mrs. B.

I met Beverly Pelletier in 1999 when I first arrived on Guam. She was one of the friends who first accepted me and took care of me. She worked in the main office as well and we ended up spending tons of time together. My first summer on Guam was a little difficult as I was living by myself for the first time ever. I found that I needed someone who I could just spend time around - an opportunity to be out of my quiet apartment. Mrs. B was on "granny patrol security" which meant that she would drive around campus on a golfcart making sure everything was okay and watching over the Bible Institute students. She let me ride with her and we bonded in an incredible way over those hours of riding around on the golf cart.

She is like an adopted Mom, Grandma and Friend all in one. She took care of me and let me sleep on her couch all drugged up when I had to get my wisdom teeth out. She let me tag along with her around island on various errands before I had a car. She even dragged me out of bed on Saturdays at 6:00 a.m. so we could get to K-Mart before the crowds for our weekly shopping trip. I've since forgiven her for that. :) She was always amazed that I could get up at like 5:58 a.m. and be out the door at 6:00 a.m. with my hat firmly in place covering my wild bedhead hair. When I decided that I was going to spend Christmas alone in my apartment all day because I was depressed about spending Christmas on Guam without my best friend, Vanesa (who had gone home that year), she made sure I came over and ate with her and several of the Bible Institute students. Basically, she took care of me and was a very close friend.

Mrs. B and I will always be friends. Our friendship can cover the distance no matter where we are. She listened to me completely, felt free to let me know when I was wrong and accepted the real me with no reserve. I could trust her with who I was and know that she would help mold me into something better. The amazing thing is that this is who she was with everyone - not just me. She loved the Micronesian students like they were her own kids and they trusted her too. Each of us who have had the privilege of being a part of her life have carried part of her with us as we have moved on. Thank you, Mrs. B. I love you and miss you. Happy Birthday.