Decisions

Our realtor put the sold sign up yesterday. It is bittersweet. I am overwhelmed by everything at the moment. I keep wondering if we have made the right decision. I am almost sure we have. There is a part of me that feels super sad that we are leaving. I am jealous of the people who have recently purchased our home. They get to live in this house, which is still at the moment-- MY house. They get to have my neighbors. My neighbors are the best neighbors you could have. I keep waiting to see a car pull up to the front of my house with the couple who bought our home in it-- I keep thinking that these people will get out of their car and they will have someone snap a photo of them by the sold sign. That is what people do. I have seen many photos such as what I have just described. If I do see this happen, I will run out my front door and yell... "LUCKY'S!!
What overwhelms me-- is the same reason that we have decided to move home. I am going from being super independent and anonymous---to a place where I know most of the people in town. I have heard, there are many new people who have moved to Williston. I saw a facebook status yesterday, that sort of alarmed me--it read, " There are so many scary people in Williston right now!". I also saw a person from Williston status update that read, "A man tried to get my mother to jump into his van yesterday, the man kept yelling, GET IN!". Yikes.

Right now, I am never expected by various people to be at various places at certain times. At the moment, we have school functions and sporting events that we are expected to be at, but we don't have other people's functions and/or events that we are expected to be at. I sort of like never having plans---is that so wrong? Nope, I don't think it is.

I have never been good at making decisions. I think-- I get this from my mom. Someone could ask me a simple question such as,"Would like cream in your coffee?". A question such as this will actually stump me. As the person is holding up the cream for me to see, wondering why I am not answering them, I am actually thinking to myself, "hmmm...do I want cream? This is a really good question----maybe I would rather have milk today, what if I say yes, but then wish I had milk?". When I am pondering such a question, the person who has asked it will say something like, " Well you don't have to have cream if you don't want it." Well....dah, I know that, but I really don't know if I want the cream in my coffee or not. So, you can see how a decision as big as moving can stump me. The reason I think I get my lack of decision making skills from my mother is because, I have been with my mother at Wal-Mart, and I have witnessed her try to make the decision about what type of facial moisturiser she wants. Its not pretty. My mother will stand in front of the millions of choices of face lotion and stare dumbfounded...I have watched her stare at these bottles for a half hour straight before. I get it though, I am the same way. So when I am asked a question, and I looked confused...I am. I don't know what I want half the time. Honestly, if I could, I would hire a person to accompany me 24- hours-a-day, and this person's job would be to make my decisions for me.

I recently read a blog that a guy wrote. This guy had a post that was titled "Warning". The blog was about his use of swear words. The post was warning people that his writings included swear words, and that if they were the type of people to be offended by such words, to not continue reading. I thought this was a brilliant post. I try not to use swear words in my posts because I know there are probably a few people who would be offended by the usage--I don't want to make these people uncomfortable, like my grandmother, who says " SARAH, you do not sound smart when you use such words!" The other day, Jesse was watching the show "Lost" ( the one that he recently has become obsessed with). "Lost" rarely has swear words, but the other day one of the guys on the show became mad and yelled " You little son of a bitch!". Hal turned away from the dolls she was playing with and yelled " You little son of a bitch!". Jesse's face was priceless. Of course, we told Hal that what she had just said and heard was not nice, that the man in the show had used a swear word and that she should not ever say that again. We didn't say anything more about what she had said, as Hal is the type of child, that if we make a big deal out something, she will just dwell on it and never forget it. After Hal was once again distracted by whatever it was that she was playing, Jess and I started laughing so hard we had tears running down our face's. To hear that little high-pitched voice repeat such a phrase, was shocking, but yet-- oh so funny. I remember a mother once who told me that she was worried because her daughter at the age of three had begun swearing, I asked this mother what it was that her daughter was saying, the mother had said that her daughter had started to say the word "darn". Oh boy, I am sure am glad this mother wasn't in my house the other day, I think she would have dropped over dead.