Wishing for Daisy Halos - Pride Preceedeth the Fall

Daisyhalos- livejournal:

I'm so happy. Things in my life are great right now. And although I'm trying not to be, I'm just prideful.
I received some money for my birthday from Chris' parents, so I bought myself a kitten! MAN,,, I LOVE HIM!! He's playful and funny and loves to cuddle and Extremely tolerant of LL's constant annoyity! We named him Teetoe, or Tido, or Teeto or whatever-- (comments an suggestions for name spelling very much appreciated) because that's something that LL can say-- she picked the name, actually. He's just a short haired domestic tabby, but he's mine. and he's cute.
You know, the reason I'm writing this next thing is because I'd never write it in my personal journal.. A blog is where I can just write what I want. So imperfect as I am, don't judge me because of this.
Whoever said money can't buy you happiness was missing something very important. Money CAN'T buy you happiness *IF* you're not happy in your relationships. Because, I tell ya, money sure makes things a heck of a lot easier.
My relationships right now are good, so I think.
Chris' new job is paying more than 2wice what he was making before, and I got a bit of a raise so that's really helping too. His parents also gave us a gift of a sum of money that has 6 digits. So, we're moving into a house that we have been keeping our eyes on. I'm so excited. It was a gift that left me speechless, obviously, but they said they wanted us to be able to do that for our children and make them have things they may not be able to otherwise get... like this house. It's going to have a yard-- something growing more and more important to me as my kids age, it's going to have a garage-- which we'll REALLY appreciate on those cold Calgary mornings in January. It's going to have enough bedrooms for any children AND guests. It's going to have an ensuite-- all the things that we'd LOVE to have, but didn't think we were going to get for a long time.
I know, I'm spoiled. I know.
But really, it's not like we ASKED for it, they just gave it to us. We could just pay off our current mortgage, but then I'd still be in a house with no yard and no fireplace. Stupid things, but things I want.
Want.
That's such a horrid, greedy word. And one part of me feels so greedy, the other feels "I-don't-care-ish", because I know I'll be in a better area of town, I'll be SAVING money in the long run because of travel and stuff, and I'll be giving my kids things I think are important.
Am I horrible? I'm so afraid to tell anyone about this because I don't want people to look at me and say, What a rude little girl. You know?
So, there's a lot going on that's exciting, but I feel like I have to keep it a secret so that I'm not looked at differently. *so don't tell anyone*
Yah. My kitten is so darn cute!

Wishing for Daisy Halos - Precipitous

Wishing for Daisy Halos - Precipitous: "Reading poetry and LJs have gotten me thinking about things I'm not so sure about. Not in a bad way, but not entirely benevolent either. It feels as though there's something about to ascend and collapse out of me all entirely at the same moment. I don't think that precipitous pensivity exists, but would it be found in a dictionary, there would be a blank description of nothing and everything. I know, I'm making no sence.

It isn't easy being home alone. It feels placid and serene, children sleeping and only the hum of the monitor to keep me company. But I jumped pretty high when a bug landed on my leg. As I flicked it off onto the ground, even this minuscule creature righted it's upside-down exoskeleton and scurried off into some quiescent spot behind the myriad of toys and dust collecting everywhere. And then He wakes up, certain if he doesn't eat right now, he'll waste away to nothing. Or, in more realistic terms, maybe he'll lose one of his four chins. He doesn't enjoy the placid serenity like the bug searched for any more than I seem to be right now.

And so another background shows another misinterpretation of a conversation gone terribly wrong. And I know it adds another unwarranted arrow.

Somewhere in the nothingness where LL's prayers seem to dissipate, my home fills with hope on top of hope. The day slips by again, and abiding recollection is saturated with smiles and minutes unreturnable and rapturous.

Is there a fastidious equilibrium in this laconic life? plausibly."