Deep in the heart of Crowley, there is an unassuming little house in an unassuming little suburb, with an unassuming little lawn in front of it. There is nothing remarkable about the outside of the house. The only thing you may notice about it is that there are sometimes an insane number of cars in the driveway, around the driveway, on the curb, on the neighbor's curb, and basically anywhere but on the roof. Other than that, there is no indication as to the joyfully insane kaliedescope that is the POC Household. Together a varying number of roomies worship, work, pray, and grow together, usually dragging scores of others into their gravitational field.
What is the POC, you may ask?
Read on.
Okay, so I shouldn't really even be the one doing this...I'm a relative newcomer to the POC (Pocket of Coolness). But seeing as how the other girls here are about as busy as it gets, besides the fact that I enjoy expressing my opinion on EVERYTHING, I decided to get the POC blog started. Here's where we're going to record news updates, POC random quotes, and the continual development of our plot to overthrow the world and institute our own key policies.
But maybe you don't know all the POCettes, or perhaps know one of us but not all. Fear not, dear reader! The following is a catalogue of the female wildlife that inhabits this household, some honorable mentions, and the menagerie of critters that we own or tolerate.
Tonya: The official owner of the POC, Hurricane Tonya is pretty much the same thing as a superhero. The driving force behind most of the activity in the house with a gianormous heart for African missions, she draws on a Divinely bestowed bank of energy and a LOT of coffee to perform her physics-defying feats. Thrusting aside childhood ambitions to be a black singer, she has managed to be involved in just about everything under the sun. And what she hasn't done, she has definite plans for. Seriously, she's purchased the plane tickets and everything. Always ask what book she's reading, because that's the book you need to be reading too.
Lisa: We would call Lisa Tonya's sidekick if she weren't basically a superhero in her own right. This salsa-dancing, guitar-playing, Jane Austen Movie Watching short stack is deceptively quiet when you first meet her. Don't be fooled. You'll never see the sass coming. Double-timing as a teacher and a music minister, Lisa somehow still finds the energy to be all cute, all the time. There may be quiet moments, but they're thoroughly interspersed with explosive faux-arabic, TV jingles, snippets from musicals, and the occasional "HOT!" She's our favorite fun-sized friend!
Laura: LIMITED TIME ONLY! THIS OFFER ENDS SOON! Laura is one of the three POC nurses of the Pediatric bent. If you think Lisa is explosive, wait till you hang around this one for a while. With cockatoo hair and a penchant for chaste interludes of booty-dancing, we're pretty sure God invented coffee just so He could keep up with her. Her battle cry of "Who would NOT want this?" (usually screamed while gesturing to her own robe/pajamas, slippered feet, and faux-hawk) has been repeated broken-record fashion by all the POCettes at one time or another. Unfortunately, this little firecracker is slated to leave our little abode in a matter of days in favor of a greatly shortened drive to church, family, and friends. It's okay, Laura. We forgive you. Kind of.
Corrie: Nurse # 2 (we have a sneaking suspicion that Tonya collects us, snowglobe-style). Her specialty is Tropical Diseases, so if you happen to get Ebola, you're covered in this house! She's been designated by the blog mistress as the FTP (favorite tiny person). If she gets cranky, feed her. If she gets giggly, film her. If she gets sleepy, put her to bed. Careful, though! She's tiny, but she's fast, and she can lift a freakishly large amount of weight. This basically means that if you anger her, she'll run around behind you and drop a grand piano on your head before you realize what's going on. Just don't interrupt her quality time with Jesus and Starbucks and you should be okay, though.
Erin: We'll keep this short, as you readers are probably going to get to know me all too well. I'm the blog mistress. I like cartoons and fuzzy things. I'm obnoxious. I'm the third in the nurse triad here, and I deal with the old people. Between the three of us, we have the entire lifespan covered.
Honorable Mentions:
Michael: The Bosley to our Charlie's Angels, Lisa's brother SAYS he likes hanging out here because we're fun. Actually, we're almost certain that he just likes surrounding himself with attractive women.
Mama Claire and Papa Lynn: Tonya's parents, and darn near parents for the rest of the girls here. If you need food for someone that's allergic to everything but air, Mama Claire is your woman. If you need to move and have no truck or manpower, Papa Lynn is your go-to man.
Mark Chin: Okay, Mark, you got an honorable mention. Mark has been hanging around here a lot lately, probably for similar reasons to Michael, but he seems to like Tonya an awful lot...hmm.....Anyway, he fixes stuff and laughs at our jokes, so...yay!
Jen Berger: Formerly Eggie, Jen is actually an honorary POCette, and usually comes over here on Saturday nights to watch movies, make powerpoint slides, and generally be saucy with us! Plus, she cleans the rec room when she stays over. Jen is made of awesome. End of story.
Menagerie:
Buddy: We're not really sure what Buddy is. The vet is adamant that he's a dog. The Animal Rescue place swears he's a Shih-Tzu mix. Tonya insists that he's a sweet widdle boy. I think he's a mobile teddy bear with a wagging tail. Whether he's none or all of these things, Buddy is quite possibly the cutest, most laid-back house pet ever. We love our Buddy.
Old Lady: This cat probably used the Garden of Eden as a litterbox. She is only a couple of years younger than Methusela, and so she spends most of her day curled up on my bed where it's warm and there is relatively little nonsense going on. If she were human, she would sit on her front porch in her rocker. If she had a yard, she would yell at kids to get out of it.
Trippy: There have been attempted murders on this cat more times than I can count, by people an animals alike. With that in mind, it's no wonder she's a little twitchy. She and the other dog have a continuous drama going on that Corrie and I desperately try to moderate. Which brings me to....
Molly: Molly is an idiot. I'm sorry Molly, I love you, and you're an awesome dog, but you're an idiot. So determined is this monstrous dog that she's going to be friends with my petrified cats that she has braved vocal threats, swipes, and one incident with a claw-mangled cornea. She likes the food that is not in her bowl and the little gaps under beds that are far too small for her to be in.
So that's it! My hands are tired, so I'm bringing this blog to an end, but at least now we're all on the same page. Things around here might get bonkers, and it might be a mess, but it's OUR mess, and we love it.
Check back for further updates. I'll try to send out notifications on Facebook when it's updated. I make no apologies for the potential erroneous or grossly exaggerated content. If you doubt all this stuff is actually happening, come over and see for yourself. The reality-defying occurances here are all part of the ride, so get in, sit down, hush up, and hold on!
But let me know if you're about to get motion-sick, cause I've got some dramamine.
Wait, was I still talking? Okay, check back with us! See ya soon! Buh BYE!
~Grace with you
Erin
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