April 2009 Archives

Okay, so we finally settled on an agreement with the seller with which we could all live.  So, we are officially starting the process of buying the house. As those of you who have bought houses know, this is where the fun begins. So, we continue packing, get the inspection, get the appraisal if we don't scream and run after the inspection, secure some housing insurance, fix the interest rate, sign an amazon's forest pile worth of paperwork, and maybe, maybe, get the keys to the front door. This doesn't count the fact we will have to do some painting, adjust the hardware on the kitchen cabinets that were obviously installed under the influence of Everclear, change the locks, fix up the "craft room", and buy a fridge (we have yet to figure out why he's keeping the fridge and not taking the washer and drier.) Somewhere during all that we have to decide when to actually move, beg and bribe people to help us, rent a Uhaul, and attempt to stuff the cats in their various carriers without losing more than a pint of blood. By the way, I've been sick since Sunday and would love nothing more than to take off for a few days, but can't afford to take more than one day off. And, while all this might sound like I'm stressed, I'm not as bad off as you would think.  Mostly, I'm just annoyed that I'm sick.  I'm also excited at the prospect of collecting color cards for the whole painting thing.  There is a bit of pins and needles over waiting for the inspection, but you know, I'm doubting the guy will find much.  I mean, this house has been gutted and remodelled.  We're not expecting much beyond the laughable use of cabinet knobs in the kitchen. Of course, that's just begging the universe to throw a doozy out there: Inspector-type person: "The house is in tip-top shape except for the obvious inability to install cabinetry hardware and the fact the house, in three years, will implode like the ending of 'Poltergeist'." Us: Blink, blink. Inspector-type person: "Yeah, see, the front bedroom closet has this space -time anomoly that appears to be stable for now, but I calculate it will deteriorate over time and finally implode taking the house and everything in it with it." Us: "Well, damn." Inspector-type person: "Yeah, bummer.  That'll be $300, please." That or he'll find it's built on an ancient fraternity beer keg graveyard and the only way we could live there would be to hire AA to exorcise the demons.  (It would have to be done. We're wine snobs. The beer demons would not abide having hoity-toity wine in their ancient partying grounds.) The is all speculation, of course.  I'm sure it won't be as bad as all that.  It'll probably just be a few minor things. I'll keep the number to AA, just in case... Until then, it's packing to distract me from the crawling of days, and the inevitable wrestling match over what color the walls in the master bedroom to be. Now, that will be fun. _________________ At least we both agree that the fuschia in the back bedroom needs to go.  You know, some guys would say a gay man did that, but trust me, no self-respecting queen would paint a room that color and NOT have at least tassles and velvet in it.  The person who painted that room was just color-blind, which is far more dangerous to the art of interior decorating.

Crap.  I had my creative drive in my hands, and then the Demons of Discouragement came along and dropped a house on it. Literally. We might be bidding on a house tomorrow. There are lots of feelings.  Some screaming "woohoo!"  Others mumbling we should wait just in case.  Still others wandering around the room and drooling in the corners. It's been a long week. Considering it's only Monday, that should tell you something. How the hell do you pick out a house?  Is it like love where if you question it then it's not there?  Do you just know or is okay to warm up to the place? I just have to tell you.  Right now, for this moment, I hate being a grown up. If I had ice cream to eat for dinner, that might make it better, but right now, being a grown up sucks.

I have met the most amazing people in the SCA. The aren't just my friends; they are my extended family. These are people who go to great lengths to be there when you need them, and I try to do the same. They are fab. They are wonderful. And, apparently, when the Universe decides we must have a Good Thing it does it to the point of nausea. That sounds stupid, huh?  Yeah, there is definitely such thing as too much of a good thing. I am thrilled to announce that one married couple and two single friends have closed on houses.  I am thrilled to announce that we are looking for a house.  I'm even more thrilled to announce we may have found a house. Yeah, I know that was fast, but you have to see this place.  Entertaining Heaven. This is all wonderful news. I just wish it wasn't all happening at the Same Time. We are all very happy to be able to help each other through the chaos that is moving, but damn, if we ain't tired. Apparently, the Universe decided that those of use still not homeowners would be so this year, but, in order for that to happen, it has to happen within a four month period. Damn Universe always has a catch. As I said, we are all happy to help each other, but we're getting a little worn out.  If the Universe could see fit to declare we all need week long vacations, paid, in the Cayman Islands, by say, oh, next month?  I figure if it can pull off massive house purchases in our group it can pull off lots of sand and drinks with little bits of fruit in them. Can't blame a girl for trying to look out for her tired peeps. I'm thinking when this Season of Moving has come to an end, we need to spend our time planning a whole lot of housewarming parties.  The these are new places that need to be filled with the laughter of friends and family in order to show the neighbors just how scary we really are. Good times. On another note, Jax, a very awesome blogger gave me an award!  My very first! Here's the description: "This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY-nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers." That's very cool.  Thanks! Now, time to pass it on! The criteria for accepting the award is that you must post the picture and the meaning of the award on your blog (see above). Now, don't anyone be jealous.  I can't pick everyone to recieve this award.  I read many blogs and love them all.  But, some times it's just nice recognize a few people hiding in the corners who might not get noticed otherwise.  If I didn't choose your blog, it's because either you're really popular or you will be eventually. :-) Arzu's World of Cookies and Lasers Diary of a Crazy Rabbit Lady, Too. The Inspired Phoenix Phrogmom's Weblog The Wigglebutt Blog You guys are awesome.  Everyone in my blogroll and soon to be in my blogroll is awesome.  Keep writing.  Keep laughing.  Keep inspiring.