A Surprisingly Sane Blog

While James was in Seattle last week for brutal geek interrogation, he took a little side trip with our Realtor to check out my (eh-hem *hint hint*) birthday present.  He had the opportunity to spend a hefty amount of time sniffing all the cracks and leaving nose prints on the windows, and he brought back a ridiculous amount of pictures (courtesy of my old camera, not my bad-ass one… he’s not really allowed to touch that one) for me to scrutinize.

There are definitely some parts of the house that need work.  An overgrown yard, an unfinished utility room, a few necessary fresh coats of paint,  and a bathroom that could really use upgrading (although not the one with the bear-claw tub… that one’s perfect just the way it is).  And a few other tidbits here and there that need a little help, of course.

However the upgrades that have been done in addition to some of the house’s original 1900 historic charm seem to give it the perfect combination of old-world character and modern amenities.  Don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?  I don’t, really.  I’ve just watched a bit of HGTV.

But anyway, James was pretty certain that I would love the house as much in person as I do by way of the pictures.  I trust him, believe it or not.  He actually picked out our current home, and he has good taste (except in women, poor guy… he clearly picked the crazy type).

Well, last night James received all of the necessary paperwork and sent it off for our loan officer in Washington to get us pre-approved for a loan.

And today?

We put an official offer on the house that I’ve been near-orgasming over for weeks on end.  The owners came back with a counter-offer that included only a few minor changes, and we just finished signing the paperwork to accept their counter-offer.

IN OTHER WORDS, WE JUST BOUGHT ANOTHER HOUSE, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

Like, holy fucking crap.  Am I seeing that correctly?

Oh, and just to be sure that I find the house as drool-worthy as my husband does, part of James’ relocation package includes the company flying us out next weekend to go house-hunting… or, in our case, be present for the inspection.

Our closing date won’t be until mid-September. But if all goes well next weekend… you know that house I’ve been talking about nonstop?  Our little family will be moving into it in a month and a half.

Between James’ intense interview and new job, the fact that this house offer looks about 95% sealed, and the insane speed at which this has all happened, my head is spinning.

To think that at the beginning of this year I was at the lowest point imaginable, I cannot believe how incredibly blessed I really am.  From ending up in a mental health crisis center, going through hours of therapy each week,  enduring the painful weeks while my body and mind adjusted to necessary medication… to THIS.  Seeing how far we’ve come in the last nearly-eight months leaves me almost speechless.  Almost.  Of course, we’ve had to work our asses off to get to this point.  But still, it’s just amazing.

Excuse me while I go scream for joy into a pillow.  I just don’t know what else to do.

Current Mood: Esctatic

I promised James that if he got this job he could have an iPhone.

It was under one condition, though:  He had to get a monkey case so that his phone would be *almost* as cool as mine.

He was excited about the monkey case.  No persuading necessary. I knew he’d see it my way.

Don’t fall over laughing and gasping, “Dorks,” okay?  I’ll know you’re just jealous that we have the coolest monkey covers for our phones ever.  We’re proud of how geeky we really are.

Although I admit it’s kind of disgusting that we have coordinating phone covers now.  Awwwww…. how cute!  *barf*.  The coolness of the monkeys outweighs that, though.

Current Mood: Happy

So… you wanna hear about what’s going on with the house that I really really really really want?

Current Mood: Playful

This conversation is for real.

Tamra: BTW… found your high school reunion- lol

[insert link here]

James: Found?

Tamra: Aw, honey- your name is on there!

James: good god

Tamra: lol- for real.  I was laughing really hard when I saw your reaction just now- lol.

James: haha

Tamra: You’re one of the “missing dorados”!

James: I’m disgusted

Tamra: lmao

James: It’s like a nauseating walk down memory lane… then getting hit by a bus

Tamra: lol- seriously, I’m LMAO!
Julie’s like, “Mom! What’s wrong!”
Guess she doesn’t know laughing’s a good thing…

James: hehe

I missed my high school reunion this weekend.  On purpose.  While there are plenty of really great people that I still keep in touch with via Facebook and Myspace, there is not one that I don’t already talk to that I felt like I needed to reconnect with.

It’s nice to know my honey feels the same way about his own upcoming reunion.

And seriously- doesn’t his, “It’s like a nauseating walk down memory lane then getting hit by a bus,” comment just make you nearly choke on that last sip of coffee/water/soda/piss/whateveryoudranklast?

Current Mood: Happy

1. Start breathing.  Passing out from lack of oxygen isn’t exactly productive.
2. Quit crapping yourself.  This really is happening.
3. Drop off contract with property management company.
4. Hire a maid if you want this place clean enough to be worthy of renters.  Or just get off your lazy, computer-obsessed ass and actually scrub the place.
5. Rape your husband (again).  He deserves it.
6. Hold a garage sale to get rid of the stuff you really don’t need to take with you.  Like your desert summertime wardrobe.  And your attitude problem when the temperatures hit 107 degrees.
7. Stay focused on local commitments until you don’t have to worry about ‘em any longer.
8. Find a new YMCA in Seattle to continue with your buns-of-steel workouts.
9. Get Julie on a waiting list for a new preschool.  God knows you need that time without her in the mornings.  It’s a sanity-saver.
10. Kiss the desert GOODBYE!  We’re moving to Seattle in a month!

Holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening.

Current Mood: Esctatic