Skip to main content

Visualizations

Went and saw my future house yesterday with Angela, her mom, my mom, and my sister.

It was, to say the least, a quick run through. But I was able to get the idea.

I'd like for Angela to have a key soon so we can go by just the two of us and figure things out.

If you ask me, the house needs a decent bit of work, but it's nothing she and I can't handle. It's an old place, we can't really expect it to be tip-top shape, you know. But the price is right, the yard is big, and there's a dog kennel. How can I say no?

I'm going to have to turn Olive into an indoor cat. He's going to hate that, but the house is so close to 441. And I hate to bring it up, but I already had a dog hit by a car on that road, I'm not having that happen again. My entire life, my biggest fear in having pets is that I'll see them get hit. I've lived it once, and I'm not keen on the risk that that could happen again.

So Olive, this is me telling you, brace yourself and suck up all the outdoors you can stand while you're still living in the boonies because come March, you'll be an indoor boy. I think he might already be onto my scheming -- he wanted outside last night at about 2 AM, but I made him wait until 5 AM (2 just seemed more dangerous). When I woke up at 5, I woke up because he was clawing at my bedroom door. He's so funny. Some nights he hates being left out until 10 PM, other nights he can't stand the thought of being inside. It's funny. Like maybe he's got a hot date.

And Lucy and Blondie are going to have adjustments to make also. They're not going to be allowed loose in the yard unless I'm with them (this may end up being temporary). They're going to be kenneled during the day (and locked in, at that). I'm just nervous about the road.

...

I just got off the phone with Angela and I'm feeling much better. She was given the keys. The house is coming off the market. We're going to spend a bit of time on Saturday morning at the house making mental furniture arrangements and room assignments. And then we'll go to Lowe's or Sherwin Williams and pick paint samples. We'll probably run them by the owner's place and make sure the colors are okay with them (although I volunteered to repaint whenever I do leave).

I'm so excited guys. SO excited.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Someone busier than you is running right now.

I have a confession to make to my spark buddy, Melissa: I did not go for a run last night. I'm terrible, I know. Here's what else I know: 1. I have never made such great progress in getting into shape as I did when I was jogging regularly. 2. My knee starts to stay in a constant state of noticeable discomfort after I've jogged for over a week. 3. I miss the liberating feeling of running. 4. I miss the empowerment of cross-training (biking, swimming, running) So I've been perusing the intarwebz for motivational media this morning. And while I hate Nike for their shoddy work ethic, jacked up prices, and apparently tiny clothes, I love them for their motivational material. I just have yet to find any media more inspiring to me than the following advertisements. And ... "I am addicted. I've collected footsteps before dawn. Seen places I never knew existed. Run to the moon and back. Been a rabbit for the neighborhood dogs. Obeyed the voice in my head. Let music carr...

I am Doris.

Thank you Laura for the link. This was interesting. I could relate to more than one of the posed situations. Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz... You Are a Doris! You are a Doris -- "I must help others." Dorises are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs. How to Get Along with Me * Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific. * Share fun times with me. * Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours. * Let me know that I am important and special to you. * Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. In Intimate Relationships * Reassure me that I am interesting to you. * Reassure me often that you love me. * Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me. What I Like About Being a Doris * being able to relate easily to people and to make friends * knowing what people need and being able to make their lives...

Go Relax! (And I have a question for my readers.)

Okay ... maybe I've been under a bit of stress lately. I'll admit, I have a tendency to carry a packed schedule. And for the most part, I can do this quite well. But there are times -- and I think they come in waves -- that I need to gtfo and decompress. This is why you suddenly find out I went to the beach, or was MIA for an entire weekend. It happens. It's been happening for my entire adult life. Those who know me, either embrace it, or get over the fact that I'm not changing. But I have to confess, even for me, the schedule lately has been an overwhelming one. At the end of May I was looking at my calendar and realized from that day through the middle of July, there isn't a single vacant weekend. I wish I were kidding. As much as I love being busy and having parties, volunteering, getting together with friends for coffee, and all of that fun stuff, if I don't get to take a long, retardedly hot shower every few nights and turn my phone off from time to time, ...