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So, we did the final walk-thru tonight. Everything is in order as far as we know. With luck we may still close at the end of the week. Baring that, it will be next week, hopefully early, otherwise we run into the holidaze. Don't think we're going to do much this holiday. Not spend a lot of money is at the top of the list. My uncle invited us over. He'll ask me what I want for Christmas. I'll tell him I won't know till I can unpack the storage shed where everything got shoved and figure out what I need for the house. (At least this year I have an excuse why I don't know what I want.) And gods, I wish I was over this cold. It's kicking my . . . throat. Anyway. Don't know if many people check this place any more. I'll go back to being quiet. (and killing more stuff in WoW)
- Mood:Pensive
The House is . . . forthcoming. Really, that's the "big one" on the horizon that's got everything else kinda hanging in limbo around it. My own house. My own kitchen; baking bread and stews and making dinner and enjoying learning to cook new things.. My own bathroom; a garden tub for taking long, candle-lit bubble-baths - three bathrooms, all told. My own bedroom; no dreadful nightmares of spiders biting me in the middle of the night, or unwelcome visitors moving through my room to get to another room entirely. My own yard; land and flora to work what little skills and love I can share - trees and a garden, perhaps? Rooms for my hobbies; finally be able to make that cloak, or that doublet, or finish an embellishment that has waited for years and years. And room to display the things that bring me joy.. Maybe even space for a Christmas Tree. (That's a little premature. Not gonna have any presents under it, so maybe we'll just wait till next year, when we're not so strapped. Or maybe just a little one like my mother has; 6" pink foil tree - No need to decorate.)
Finally a home for books. No more lugging them around, wondering if we're going to break an axle in the trailer (again) because of the weight and hoping there's room for them in whatever living arrangements we could find. Maybe even the possibility of permanent bookshelves. How weird would that be?!
Not finding much footing on other fronts, though.. Friends can be sparse, but it's getting to be that Holidaze time of the year, so maybe my timing is just bad. Job market is rough, as always, but I have confidence and faith. And, hey, there's always the military; guaranteed job and training, and even schooling afterwards. Shouldn't every woman go back to school? (Okay, maybe I'm not being 100% on the level...)
I find myself tired, not sleeping well; waking in the morning feeling like I spent the whole night screaming instead of sleeping. I suspect it's because of the heaters running now, instead of the AC. (Bloody hell, am I that spoiled? I live in a fricking desert!) Strange dreams, but in the end, nothing memorable. I'm sure if I worked on it I could remember things, but I let them slip if they don't strike a chord.
Fall is upon us, and Winter nips at the heels. Soon the cold will creep in and all things must rest, regaining their strength for the warming sun that comes after; heralding spring and the cycle that flows and continues to move our world. I will sleep, and dream, and hope for a beautiful future...
- Mood:
calm
Lemme just say that I feel stupid and foolish for making my husband, who was in a lot of pain from a day of lifting boxes at work, come out to my car to figure out why I can't get the key out of the ignition.
Needless to say, I recieved much ridicule.
I'm gonna go to sleep now and hope he forgets about it.
The deal fell thru and we didn't get the house. The sellers wanted more up-front than we could give.
Just a little frustrated for the moment. Hoping a hot shower will help take my mind off things.
Okay, I confess. I'm stressed about it. And this will probably be my only post for another month or two.
Who knew considering putting an offer on a house could be so emotionally draining. We're not even really at the "offer" stage but stress levels and tensions are making me not interested in going through with this. Can I go hide under the covers till this is over?
What could be a better reason than "You know you want to be there when he pisses me off and I have to punch him in the balls."
Watching a news brief on him, this evening. I'll admitt I'll kinda miss the TV spots he did, but they did get old after a while.. But what struck me was the "Medical team" commenting that he had Heart Disease. Okay, what really -really- got me was when they said "Sudden Death is one of the first symptoms of Heart Disease."
...so, what's the second symptom?
Meh, guess you had to be there.
She's so cute! I wanna take her home with me! She makes me love my job. She's teething, and she wanted to use my fingers to do it! But she's so adorable, and has SO much skin!If you can't eat it, or hump it...
...piss on it and walk away."
Special thanks to BPart of DA for the image..
We've learned a lot, and we're putting that knowledge to good use every day, instead of bashing our heads against one another. I love you, Clint.
