Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Memorial Day in Chicago

We had a wonderful time in Chicago over the weekend, visiting with family and friends, and really getting ourselves all over that town, yo! We ate, drank, inadvertently harrassed the menonites, or whateverthefuck they were, in front of us at a Cubs game, and did our best to dodge the rain that plagued us for most of the weekend. It was more fun than it was a downer, though, surprisingly. I think that if you're the only person getting caught in a rain storm, it sucks. But when it's you, and about 1 million other people out in a deluge? It's just plain silliness.

I'll have pictures and more stories tomorrow. But today is catch up at work, and I haven't uploaded the photos yet, so I just thought I'd update quickly. Ta!

Friday, May 27, 2011

Question time! Help me out...

Ok, should I leave a letter to welcome the buyers to their new home when I leave? Like one that goes over the previous ownership on the house, and the awesomeness of the neighbors, and stuff?

If I do, should I also warn them that they might have inherited a very awesome, very cool ghost who is playful and also sometimes gives money to us?

Or is that just a bad idea? I'd have liked the warning, personally. But I'm a paranormal-friendly person. If I hadn't been, it might've really freaked me the fuck out, even if I was being reassured that the ghost is super-Casper-like, and doesn't make people kill their spouses, or anything.

Help me decide, dammit.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I wonder what it's like to be that classy...

I just heard a ringer on a phone that sounded like someone belching over and over. The dude was walking through the hallway at work.

I understand a 16 year old making a decision to have a ringer like that, but c'mon, now! Once we're past 21, and have a job in a professional business-related field, it's time to have a normal ringer on your phone.

That said, my boss used to have the Benny Hill theme song as his ringer, and it totally cracked me up every time his phone rang. So, am I a total hypocrite? Hmmm...

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Why are people so damned *weird*???

So we're working through the inspection process period on the sale of our current home right now, right? It's going pretty smoothly, because Leo and I have been good about maintenance, and replacing broken down old stuff, and all that kind of thing. But it was taking the buyers a while to come back to us with their repair requests, as the inspection actually took place last Thursday, and we still hadn't heard back from them last night.

My agent emailed the inspection report today. Nothing major is wrong. The front gutter is jammed, it looks like, so Leo needs to clean it and see what the problem is with it's draining on the south side of the house. No biggy. Also, we have what the inspector considers to be an odd set up for our gas line to the furnace. It's a flex line. He said it should be replaced with a solid pipe, like PVC, I guess. Ok, we can deal with that.

But then I got the request from the buyers on the inspection. They want us to deal with that flex line on the furnace.

Fine.

And then instead of us dealing with the clogged gutter, they would like us to leave the rug in the living room, and the rug in the master bedroom.

::blink::

Come again?

For the record, we're not talking about random rugs we've picked up at Target through the years as a space-filler of some sort in our rooms. We have those, too. But the ones they want? They're what I call "lifetime rugs". You don't buy them to just get rid of them again in 2 or 3 years. You buy them because you plan to have them for a long, loooong time. Like for 25 years. Or longer, if they last!

This is a shitty picture, but the one in our master bedroom is a 9x12 foot brown wool rug that matches our decor perfectly. It will match in the new house, too. It has a matching runner in the master bath. They cost me about half my monthly paycheck when I bought them a few years ago.

The one in the living room is made up of Flor tiles. It's not nearly as expensive as the one in the master bedroom, but still...we like it. We plan to take it with us.

That right there is what it looked like right after we installed it. Are we covering up a fair amount of imperfections in the wood floor with it? Kind of. But nothing too terrible. We wanted the change, more than anything else, when we installed it. Also, the dogs were leaving a mess on the wood floors every time they tromped back in from outside in wet weather of any type. The rug helped us absorb some of that mess. Because we're lazy, and we don't wanna clean up after them every cotton pickin' time they come back in from the back yard.

Anyway, I said no. Because to me? Cleaning a gutter and unjamming it is NOT EQUAL TO two high-quality, expensive rugs that I picked out and happen to love a lot.

I hope they still want the house after this.

But seriously, what is WITH people??? Buy your own damned rugs, yo! GOD.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Just want to push that last post down a bit...

After the disaster in Joplin last night, it seems callous and mean to have a drunken pirate celebrating the non-end of the world as my top post right now.

Saturday night frightened me. Didn't help much that my husband was a bit tipsy and thought that having flip flops on was sufficient enough coverage for his feet when the fucking tornado sirens were going off in our neighborhood. ::roll eyes::

My coworker came in this morning and said she was planning on texting me that night, probably to give me shit during what was a very frightening time for me. I told her that had she, I wouldn't have responded.

Look, I don't think storms are fun. Or funny. Or non-scary. LOOK AT FUCKING JOPLIN. Storms can get violent FAST. And I live in a very unsafe house for a storm like the one they had last night.

It's not funny to make fun of people like me who have a severe fear of storms and what they can do. It just ISN'T.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Update on the house(s)...

We got a couple of offers on our house after an Open House we had on Sunday this past weekend.

We took the 2nd, higher offer (thereby pissing off the 1st offer couple, but they apparently don't understand how the whole negotiation thing works. Which makes them weird), and had the inspection done today. Hopefully, they won't have too many requests...the house is in decent shape, with the exception of the gutter on the back of the house. And we've already been planning on fixing that...we've been trying for weeks, actually! But it wasn't that bad initially, and all the contractors who came to look at it basically told us we were a waste of their time.

Um, thanks?

Now it's gotten to the point where the wood overhang has rotted too much, thanks to all the water damage from the gutter that those fuckers wouldn't fix for us. So instead of a $350 replace the gutter/patch some woodrot job, we now have a $1200 replace the gutter/replace the fascia/replace the soffit entirely job.

Sucks, but we're moving on, and getting into a new house, and so none of it matters.

Anyway, everything seems to be working out, for the time being.

Yay. :)

I know this doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things...

...but I haven't been able to post a comment over on Fat City for at least a month now. It's fucking driving me CRAZY.

Anyone else having trouble with it??? Or am I just "special" like that?

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I could *definitely* use a clone right about now...

Ok, quick side note: today, my afternoon snack from the Healthy Meals folks was baby carrots with peanut butter.

Please tell me I'm not the only one going "Huh?" over that combo!


I spent the better part of this morning running from building to building at my work, from fundraising event to meeting to meeting. And then once I got settled into my desk after the last meeting, I slammed down lunch, and started having to pull paperwork together for my mortgage guy.

It's like I'm working 2 jobs at the same fucking time! I've been pulling copies of checks, letters of explanation, and statements of accounts together for the better part of the last 4 hours.

At the same time, I'm pulling together information for an upcoming move at work, while scheduling meetings, and keeping on top of requests from the VP team.

To say my head feels a little swimmy right now is putting it rather lightly!

For the record, I ate the baby carrots first, and now I'm trying to choke down the peanut butter. But it's the natural kind, which is YUMMY!, but it's also very thick. GAH. I don't think I'll make it through the entire tablespoon they gave me.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

A pitfall of being a twin...

The Twin is currently spending a fair amount of time sorting through around 23,567,435,847,157 photos that were previously housed in boxes stored in a back closet at our dad's house for the past 20 years. She says that some of the stuff she's come across have been classically funny, and I can't wait till she's finished and sends me my batch to sort through and reminisce over. SO. FUN!

Anyway, she sent me a text earlier with this photo attached and said, "Is this you or me?"

That is totally me. I remember the blue v-neck sweater and even the little flowery tank I was wearing under it very distinctly. My skin looks pretty clear, so must've been from when I was 17 or so, after I gave up dairy.

It was also clearly before I learned how to groom my eyebrows. WOW.

Anyway, this has always been a problem for us. Looking back at pictures of us as babies, or even little kids, I always have to ask our older siblings, "Which one is me?" I honestly have no idea. For example, I think I'm the one on the left in this photo...
...but I can never remember.

This is a shitty shot, but I'm pretty sure I'm the one on the rock. That one looks fatter to me, and that was about the age when we were beginning to be delineated between as the "chubby one" and the "skinny one". Yeah, I was the chubby one. Of course.

Anyway, once I get the box of photos from the Twin, expect more fun nostalgic shots to show up here for my very own show and tell. I fucking love old photos, dammit!

Monday, May 16, 2011

In the interest of NOT losing my mind...

(By the way, we got an offer on our house yesterday during an open house. I'll hopefully have more to update on that later this week. Keep your fingers crossed for us!)

With all the house searching and selling and cleaning and getting out so people can go through our stuff and going from the gym to open houses or to the puppy daycare place, and running, running, RUNNING...we barely have time to take care of ourselves lately.

And don't even get me started on how fucking tired we are! Leo's been managing to deal with all this house shit while he's also going through finals at school.

Can you say "stress"? Because we sure can!

Anyway, we haven't been going to the grocery store on a regular basis at. all. Like, it has fallen way down on the priority list, and it's been driving me CRAZY how often we have to eat take-out, or go to a restaurant.

So when the Twin told me about something she and my sister were doing out in California called Fresh Meals, or something like that, I decided to look into it here. I was thinking it was called "Healthy Meals" so that's what I searched on, and what do you know? I found it! :D

I think it was kind of in my head already, too, because I swear I read about it in a recent Fit KC magazine, or whatever it's called, while I was waiting outside my chiropractor's office for my adjustment.

Anyway, I checked them out, liked what it seemed to offer, and asked Leo if he was on board as well. He is! So I signed us up.

It is a bit expensive. BUT, for the convenience of having fresh, healthy meals delivered to my door every night the night before I'm supposed to eat them? It's fucking awesome right now. JUST what we needed. Also, they're completely portion controlling me. So I definitely won't be eating more than 1400 cals per day, and maybe, just maybe, I can finally get to losing this damned weight I'm carrying around right now. WOO!

Anyway, so far today I've had eggs with a slice of turkey bacon, and then a snack of edamame beans. My lunch is a turkey pastrami rueben sandwich, complete with the 1000 island dressing and the sauerkraut. YAY. And then I'll have an afternoon snack that appears to be some sort of tuna salad (without celery, because celery makes me GAG) and crackers, and dinner is a "fried" chicken breast (it's coated in something and then baked...looks yummy!) with mashed red potatoes and green beans.

I can also add a salad to my lunch, if I have non-fat dressing with it. Which I'm considering doing because I'm pretty hungry right now!

Anyway, I'll let you know how this goes. I'm excited about not having to worry about food for a while, dammit. Take one big thing out of the stress equation, and hopefully, things get a leetle bit easier...we'll see.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

22 days to go!

Well, we've finally come to a financial agreement with the sellers of our new home. So at this point, we're waiting for the loan to be processed, and for our closing date, which is set for June 3rd.

To say I'm a little excited would be putting it absolutely, phenomenally, astronomically mildly.

BUT! I'm trying to keep a cool head about it all. We still haven't sold our current home, so we're hoping that will happen in the next month. But we're not freaking out or anything over it. We're lucky to be in a financial position to not have to freak out. Very, very lucky!

Ok, on to the new house! Here it is!
Dude, I'm already seeing myself wandering around that shallow end of the pool, holding a can of Bud Light, and trying my best to keep Jake out of the water!

The kitchen is a little country-fied, but still very pretty in my opinion. We have some changes we'll be making in the future, but for the time being, it's very livable.


This is the living room/great room off the kitchen.

That moose head up there above the fireplace? Will NOT be staying. We like the rusticness of the home...but not to a moose degree.


And here's the dining room. They have their table in there all askew, because of the way their chandelier hangs. We'll get rid of that thing, and put a round one up. And then put our dining table at a normal angle.


Here's the master bedroom...


The basement half-bath is the only bathroom that I really like, and will probably not make any changes to for a while. And of course here's a bar in the basement. I mean, heeelllooooo! Have you met me?And this is the family room in the basement. Great windows look out into the lower part of the backyard. We'll do most of our hanging out down here, we believe. Just as soon as we get that damned blue wallpaper off the walls and get them painted!There's space for an office, and for my workout equipment I'd like to have down in that basement, too. But I just don't have pictures of it.


We also have a guest suite with it's own bath upstairs, and then two additional guest bedrooms that share a bath. Or maybe my workout equipment will go up in one of those rooms...we aren't exactly sure yet.


I can't wait to figure it all out!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Want to know what Jeffers has been up to?

In the interest of maintaining my log of our paranormal activity around the house, and also because I know some of you guys like hearing about this stuff, I have Jeffers stories for ya.

For those who aren't familiar with who the hell I'm talking about, Jeffers is our house ghost. We believe he's actually the first owner of the home, whose name was Donald Geist. But a psychic I asked about the activity a few years back said his name was "Jeffy or Jeffers or Jeff-something", so we adopted the name Jeffers for him, and it's kinda stuck with us all this time. (I wonder if the psychic wasn't all that great of a psychic after all. Hmmm...)

Ok, so lately, he's gone back to the ol' trusty blue ball for his antics, mostly. We also found a small rock outside on our porch railing one day a couple of weeks back. We don't know if the lawn guys put it there when they were mowing, or what. But it appears to be a white quartz rock, and I thought it was pretty, so I brought it inside to show it to Leo. (Because I'm actually 10 years old.)

We set it on the counter one night before heading out to the Moose for drinks, and when we got home, it was on top of the door frame on the back door in the kitchen. We took it down, and put it back on the counter. And then Izzy (our oldest puppy) started barking her fool head off at something in the kitchen. Nothing was in our yard, or anything, so we assumed it must've been Jeffers, and tried our best to calm her down. Next thing I knew, the rock was gone again. Also, the blue ball had disappeared from the cupboard we're keeping it in (along with all the other dog stuff) while the house is on the market. I mentioned that to Leo, and we started to keep our eyes open for it.

The rock showed up on top of the fridge that night before I went to bed. I took it down because I didn't want it to freak Leo out in the morning when he got up, and then went to bed.

Leo wound up putting the rock into a bowl we have on top of our bookcase in the living room. I didn't like that, because I really prefer for things that the ghost is choosing to "play" with to be out in the open, so I can see when they get taken. IF they get taken, that is. So every time we left the house and returned, I would go over and shake the bowl to check and see if the rock was still in it. And it usually was. Took a couple of days before it disappeared from inside the bowl.

That night (Saturday, I think), the rock popped back up, this time in the window above the kitchen sink...a favorite place for Jeffers to put items he takes. We left it there. It seemed like a good spot for it.

The blue ball had been taken from inside the dog-stuff cupboard, though, and hadn't shown back up yet. I finally found it...in my purse. ::sigh:: Funny old ghost!

Then, last Saturday, I found the ball settled in between the window above the sink and the blinds that cover said window. It was sitting on it's ridges between the two things, and it made me laugh so. hard. I tried taking pictures of it, but it was too difficult to photograph clearly. So I tried making a video, and being that I was mildly intoxicated at the time, the video turned out supah-stupid. So I don't have anything to show y'all exactly what I mean about it's positioning on the blinds and the window. Suffice to say, it was weird.

Ok, so it's been active lately, is my point. That all started around 2 weeks ago, and then on Monday, I was having a pretty shitty day. We had a showing fiasco at our house (Leo was working on a final project for his interior design class, so fabric, glue, and cardboard was EVERYWHERE, and someone called and wanted to show the house in 10 minutes. He had to ask them to come back in an hour. Of course, theye didn't come back. Because the agent was a douche. But whatever...anyway, it stressed. me. OUT.), and I was very unhappy, and it had been a bad people day all around (why are people so fucking DUMB?), so I wanted to go to bed early.

Then I noticed that the blue ball wasn't under the counter, and it wasn't in a little bowl on our kitchen table - which is another place we keep it from time to time - so I asked Leo where he'd put it. He said he hadn't touched it, and then asked me where I'd put it. I just looked at him, and he finally figured out...ooohhh. Since I was asking him where he'd put it, chances were, I hadn't put it someplace. Uh-DUH. ;)

And then I noticed the rock was gone from the window above the kitchen sink. HA!

So I went in to go to bed, and I was looking all over for both the blue ball and the little rock, and couldn't find either of them. And I said goodnight to Leo (he was staying up to continue working on his class project that was due on Tuesday), and I closed the bedroom door...

...and promptly got hit by the little rock! It had apparently been put on top of the bedroom door, and when I closed it, it got shoved off onto me by the door frame. Hahahaha! It hit my thumb though, and then hit the floor. So I said, "Ooooowww!" and then opened the door and said to Leo, "Found the little rock." He said, "Oh, is that what that noise was?" Yep. Sure was!

That was on Monday. The blue ball is still gone as of today. The little rock is hanging out in a candy dish we have in our bedroom for the time being.

So that's what's been up with Jeffers. He seemed like he was pretty pissed off about us moving for a while, but now he seems back to his old self. I really hope he comes with us to the new place. Really, really.

Srsly...best ghost EVAR!

Monday, May 09, 2011

I need a sleep vacation.

I honestly don't know what else I can do to help this mutherfucking, stupid-ass twitch in the goddammed left side of my face. I take a pill to help it, I get acupuncture, I am seeing a chiropractor, I'm trying to get as much rest as humanly possible without being dead.

But nothing is working.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. last night. Woke up once to pee. Slept until 6 a.m. this morning.

And my face is twitching today like it's got a fucking electric current running through it!

Seriously, if I stayed in bed for, like, 3 or 4 days, would that help, do you think? Could I possibly handle that amount of time in bed?

And even if it did help, would the twitch just return a week later after I got back to my normal routine???

::crying::

Thursday, May 05, 2011

So much weird, so little time...

So we had the inspection at the new house yesterday. All went pretty well. Found a few issues, but nothing that will make the house fall down 'round our heads. So we're pretty happy.

One of the issues discovered, though, was a leak that was relatively new, but was BAD. In one of the upstairs bathrooms. So the sellers got right to work figuring it out, and today I got a text from my agent about it.

"FYI. They r starting new bath restoration tomorrow on [the new] house. Could b remodel. Bottom line not something we will have to put on resolution."

I wrote her back saying, "Cool! Thanks for the update."

But then I thought about it a bit, and I updated with a text that said, "Just thinking about the possible remodel on that bath...should I be cool w/ that? What if they choose sub-par materials since they won't be the ones living there? :/"

She said she'd check into how they're handling it, and let me know.

I think I'm right about this, and so far people are agreeing that I should be concerned. But what does everyone think? And does anyone have any advice in this kind of situation? I mean, obviously, I want my agent to handle the particulars. But if they're tearing up a bathroom, I either want money to put it back together myself, or I want some amount of say in what they're going to put back in there. Leo and I will be the ones living with it for the next 20-some years...so, yeah. Hrrmmm...

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

House buying/selling...it is *exhausting*

Why do people have to be such nerdy dumbasses when it comes to selling their houses? Because, here's the deal: if you need to move to another city, and therefore want to sell your house you live in before leaving, put a reasonable price on it.

Hell, just use that rule no matter WHAT the reason is you're selling your house! Ok?

GOD.

It seems Leo and I are bound and determined to fall in love with houses that are priced ridiculously for the neighborhood they're in, and are currently owned by people who have their heads so far up their asses, they can taste their lungs.

Leo and I, on the other hand, are not stupid when it comes to the price of our home. We're losing about $75,000 by selling it for the price we have it listed at. That's on us. We KNOW that we overimproved. BUT, we also made it awesome. And it's been real nice living there.

And hopefully, an older Ukranian woman that toured it on Monday will also like the idea of living there enough that she gives us money for it soon. Or something. I mean, I don't care who buys it, really. My neighbors want me to make sure they "aren't assholes", but let's be honest: if they have the proper funding, I really don't give a rat's ass!

Ok, ok...that's not entirely true. BUT! Leo and I will have a lovely new home that our old neighbors can come and visit us at any time they want. So they can get away from their new neighbors, if they indeed turn out to be fuckers. Win/win for all of us!

We finally had our offer accepted on a house that we found on Sunday this past weekend. We're having the inspections performed tomorrow.

And if all goes well, we'll be moving in there at the beginning of June.

Keep everything crossed, y'all. If this one falls through, I'm blaming you for it. ::gives side-eye::