Waiting for the Bomb

Does anyone else get freaked out when too many good things happen all at once? Because I do. Rather than appreciate life's little pleasures, I tend to look for the thunderclouds in the distance. This is not to say I'm a pessimist but I do believe I'm a realist to a fault. We've all learned about gravity--what comes up must come down. Nothing stays up forever, right?

Michael had a random meeting with a recruiter in Dallas and exactly one week later began a fantastic job. Pretty incredible. What I keep reminding myself is that he was without a job for 5.5 weeks. 38 days. That is a long time to wake up each day and wonder, "Is today going to be the day?" So while the new job is great, the previous weeks were pretty horrific.

Michael emailed his (ex) co-workers to let them know the news and received an immediate response from one of his friends. She wants our house. As of this weekend, we have an offer on our home. Granted, it is contingent on the sale of her own home, but she has a realtor and already a few interested buyers. Really?! We decided not to use a realtor as it would have cost us $12-15,000. If it works out with our friend, our advertising costs (including buying the for sale sign, etc.) are at a grand total of $80.

So now I'm waiting for that bomb. Waiting for that thundercloud. All that's left is me finding a job. In a sucky economy. I keep thinking, "Ok, this is it. This is where we realize we are not the luckiest people alive." I'm meeting with a recruiter tomorrow in Dallas, have already emailed most of my Dallas friends, and have applied to countless jobs on Monster, Career Builder, etc. I feel like I'm completing all of the necessary steps, but I also know that I've barely scratched the surface.

Speaking of scratching the surface. My poor Prius was involved in another wreck last Wednesday. That makes two. Fortunately for us, this time the lady had insurance so we should have no problem getting it fixed. The story is quite amusing but only at the expense of the person at fault (which was not, thank goodness, me) so I'm going to refrain. I have no problem making fun of myself on here but that's where I draw the line (Ok, I usually pull Michael and Thumbs on my side of the line, but they're family so that's ok).




Our great luck with that situation? Michael and I decided to fix the bumper after the Prius' first brush with fate. The man who hit Michael did not have insurance so we were going to pay the deductible. Then Michael lost his job. Bumper got pushed to the bottom of the list. Car gets hit again on the same bumper. This time, however, the person at fault has insurance. So our poor bumper that has been raped and pillaged twice will now be replaced and we don't have to pay one dime. That's pretty awesome.

I'm done. I hope this post doesn't come off wrong. I'm not gloating. Quite the opposite actually. It's me being transparent with you and letting you know that I am preparing myself for something not-so-great to happen in the near future. And I'm scared. Keep in mind, I'm the loser that bought, "Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People?" before Michael and I started dating. I think I am pretty darn good at finding that silver lining, but I also know we live in the midwest where it's sunny and gorgeous one minute and thundering the next. Such is life.