So my previous entry was about how the Hopeline needs help. I visit PostSecret every Sunday to read the secrets other people send in (it's so addicting) and that is where I found the plea for help. This week I found a response that the Postsecret.com webowner got from the plea last week. Kinda touching and thought I'd share.

Email to Postsecret creator, Frank Warren.
-----Email Message-----
To: Frank Warren

Thank you for all you do to help people in dark places find their light.

Response from the founder of the foundation that funds Hopeline...
-----Email Message-----
From: Reese Butler [Founder, Kristin Brooks Hope Center]

Thanks for this miracle.

I think the first lady summed it up quite nice... Thank you for all you do to help people in dark places find their light.

Hopeline needs help.

We've all had our down times or known someone who has. Sometimes it helps just to talk to people. That's what 1-800-SUICIDE is there for. For people who are at the bottom and need someone to help talk them back up.

If you are able to donate, please consider doing so.

~T

Ok. Everyone hold your breath for the next 26 days because they accepted my offer on the house!!!

Two words for you: Secret Basement! I totally and completely love this house, way better than the last one. There are flowers everywhere, I barely have any grass to mow, I've got a blue bathroom and a purple room, ginormous master bedroom, super soft carpet, slate entry, open floor plan, south facing driveway, ac, hella close to work and best of all...the Secret Basement!

So, here's to hoping everything verifies and I can close the end of July.

I can't remember if I've complained here before about how much I dislike the round trip from Denver to Albuquerque and back. It's choppy out of Denver, all the way to NM, and choppy all the way into Albuquerque. Then either Denver has bad weather or Albuquerque has bad weather so my flight out of Albuquerque is always delayed which leads to an even choppier take off, an even choppier trip to CO and a choppy landing in Denver. And for someone with a mild fear of flying, bumpy rides don't soothe the nerves or settle the tummy...

But today. Today was probably the worst flight yet. Of my life yet. Of anywhere in my life yet. It was so bad that I could only think of one thing to describe it when we finally landed in Denver....

Today's trip from Albuquerque to Denver was like bad sex. Yes, that's right boys and girls, really bad sex!

I got stuck in TSA trying to convince them I wasn't smuggling a laptop in an oversize makeup case. I got hit on by a short, old japanese man while I was letting my hair down while waiting in the boarding area. I couldn't drink at the bar because I was on the clock. The plane was delayed an hour and a half due to bad weather in Denver. Once in the air, they announced that we were anticipating a choppy ride so they were going minimal on the beverage service and rather than all the beverages you just got water and OJ. The pilot kept announcing over the load speaker that we were going to have a short flight of 57 minutes and only anticipated 10 of that being at cruising altitude. Sure enough as soon as we got up and evened out, it started going down. We spent 20 minutes of light turbulance circling DIA before we went in for the landing. Just as the plane was about to touch down the pilot pulled right back up and we started climbing again. Another 10 minutes of circling and down we went. I could feel the wheels wanting to touch down but nope, up we went again. 10 more minutes of circling and down we went again. I willed the wheels to land and they did, briefly, then up, then down, then up, then right dip, then even, then down. The entire cabin applauded and we all walked wearily off the plane.

Is it me or does that remind anyone else of bad sex? You get harassed into it when you don't want to, are in a bad mood and haven't had enough beer. It takes forever to get started and once all the smooth talk has sealed the deal, you still end up in the same old missionary position wondering just how long it's going to take and exactly what they meant by short ride. Just when you think it's almost over, a second wind kicks in and you find yourself willing the universe for anything to make it stop - maybe that heart attack you hear about from time to time. Then when it is all said and done, they want a round of applause and you just want to go home, curl up and fall asleep.

Either way, I'm glad that trip is over and I don't have to do it again for a few more weeks....

***EDIT: Oh and the ironic thing, my Fly Clear card came in the mail today. At least airport security will be a breeze next time so long as my finger prints and retina scans remain the same.....***

Bad mojo! Bad! Looking again on Friday. Couple of promising houses caught my eye plus a revisit to my #2 and #3 choice. Sucks that interest rates are climbing again... Ok off to bed, on travel tomorrow so need plenty of sleep....

So I found my house by accident the other day. We put in an offer tomorrow. If they accept and everything goes well I should start moving in the end of July.

Send me good mojo!

That's right. My boys won the stanley cup. Oh yeah, we rock! What do you think about this for my first tattoo??? :)