The husband and I are in the process of buying a home. Our first home together. It is quite exciting and disturbing all at once. We love the thrill of knowing we will be able to paint our walls whatever we want (a horrid hindrance of renting) and can hang up pictures and make the place our own.
The house we found has three bedrooms, hardwood floors, 1.5 bathrooms, a complete loft upstairs, built in oak shelves and desks, claw-footed bathtub, fireplace, privacy-fenced backyard, fig and orange trees, finished back yard entertaining area, a carved spiral staircase....the list goes on. It is totally in our budget but needs a few repairs that we are unsure about how to do. Now, we know we need to get inspections and estimates but how do you know your specialist is truly honest? Our Realtor, a very nice lady, offers to help us with references but we must keep in mind that no matter how lovely she is (feeds the poor, means a lot to us; is very religious, means nothing whatsoever in terms of credit) she is still a Realtor who makes money off of the sale and is also the owner of the home in question. We want independent people.
Anyway, it is a kick ass house and I would love to get it, not just because we love it, but also because it would get the Realtor and lending agents to stop calling me ten times a day. Once they know you're on the market, they are on the prowl.
The charger to my camera is MIA. It is somewhere in this office. It wouldn't be such a tragedy, and isn't really, but we would like to take some pics of the house and the totally awesome things our son does.
We are having a boy. And, I can't think of a single name. Whenever I try, I go blank. I still have a few months but brainstorming is useless. Oh, and I can't tell you how many people seem genuinely disappointed that he will be our second son. So many people were rooting for a girl. Imagine the reactions I got from people when I told them the gender!!! Friends, grandparents, teachers at our son's school...... You would think I told them I had some disease the way they pitied me and said that I really
needed a girl. Personally, I am thrilled.
The second season of Rome has been ordered. Can't wait to get it! We watched the entire series last year and got season one for a Christmas gift. We broke down and ordered season two ourselves. So excited!
My son likes hempmilk! A friend recommended it to me since I am concerned about dairy. It is my opinion, no matter how much it may disagree with yours, that kids drink entirely way too much cow's milk. Even if it is organic, people overdo it. To me, overindulgence on it is almost as bad as giving a young child soda. Cow's milk has been linked to excessive weight gain in childhood and obesity, not to mention skin, gastrointestinal, and allergy issues. Bad freaking news. Anyway, I found it, bought it, and tried it. HE LOVES IT! Way better than soy because it is void of that weird aftertaste. I cannot do soy. Well, Soy Slender rocks because it is mild, but regular soy sucks. Rice milk isn't too bad, but this hempmilk is great. A bit pricey, but it's my kid we're talking about it. Your health is something you should invest in.
I got rid of my Martha Stewart Living Magazines! I've been a member of Freecycle since 2004 and I have to say that this was my best offer to date. I have had a subscription since 2006 and it had accumulated to the point of no return. I felt overwhelmed by the huge stack of mags on my homekeeping shelf in the kitchen. Too many. I offered my collection, save for a few of my faves, and within an hour I had emails. We're talking a few dozen magazines in excellent condition.
The gal came round today and picked up the box from my porch. I feel a bit freer today. Even if I am in my second trimester and exhausted from yesterday's activities.
Speaking of yesterday... and this weekend in general.
We went to the Port A Sandfest thing yesterday. It is an annual event and it is a pretty cool competition. We walked the beach for miles, literally. We got to see a ton of really cool sand sculptures and we partied in the water like there was no tomorrow. Ok, so we party every damn day at the beach.
Got a pain in the ass sunburn as I was too busy making sure son and husband had sunscreen reapplied to remember my own skin. I am royally red. So much so that we didn't go to the beach today. Oh, and a bra was out of the question. Straps hurt like hell.
In lieu of the beach, we went to the Windfest today. This is also an annual event, not anywhere near being impressive. Even on a small scale. But we went and ate a funnel cake. Haven't had one of those since I was a preteen. Little man went nuts over it and it truly was delicious. The highlight of my day since my husband is a total pussy and would not do this bungee bounce thing. Something about feeling bad since there were tons of kids in the line and he hated to take a turn away from them. Little shits would get their turn, I promise. I wanted to see some husband flying through the air, a la Matrix, extreme bouncing! Pussy.
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