**Happy Dance**

We are now officially home owners!!!! Back to packing.... More to come soon!

Anatomy 101

Just for the "uninformed" out there, my youngest would like you to know a few things.

The big digit on the end of your foot..... It's called a "thumbtoe."

That space way up inside your thigh were your leg meets your body..... That's called your "legpit."

Makes perfect sense to me!

Pack Fest

Ok! It's a go. We are signed, they are signed, the last of the fixes will be done this weekend and we should have our keys this coming Wednesday! WHOOOOHOOOO!!!!! I am sick of maneuvering around stacks of boxes within the apartment so its going to be a long wait for the first weekend of June when we move but WE ARE MOVING!!!! Shad and I were laughing yesterday that all the things we need or could really use, for the new house... We sold it or gave it all away when we left Colorado. Isn't that how it always works? I don't think either one of us thought we would get into a house so quickly. We just couldn't justify storing all the stuff for three or four years. Who new it would be less than ONE year! Good grief, this has been an interesting year! What's even better is that my Hubby and I have not even had one squabble over this whole house buying process and after listening to many house buying stories I guess that's pretty amazing! Have I ever mentioned how much I like my husband.... Anyway, my sinus infection is getting better and I feel almost human again so back to packing I go. It's late but I have decided that I can fill five more boxes before I collapse into bed.... I need a job that doesn't require that I go to work. I can not wait to kick the kids and the dogs outside into our backyard and say "GO PLAY!"

Exquisiteness

Thought for the day:

Never underestimate the power of a truly passionate kiss.

Red Rubber Balls

My sister sent me a card that I have to share....

The picture is of two very nerdy looking little boys with black horned rimmed glasses, white tube socks up to their knees. Plaid bow ties and shorts with suspenders. (They look like nerdy little versions of my children)

The card reads:

Some days are hopscotch kind of days,
some days are waiting to get nailed at dodgeball kind of days.

I hope tomorrow is filled with hopscotch because today I am covered with little ittybitty waffle weaved welts!

Quick Update

Ok, big giant sigh of relief. Looks like everything is going to go through. We do still have to wait for the lenders appraisal but we don't anticipate there being any problem with that. The sellers are going to fix everything we requested and we are finally back on track. I shall start packing like crazy while daydreaming of "someday" tiled bathrooms with vessel sinks.... Always the daydreamer.....

What is Normal?

Ahh, the never ending house saga. At this point our Agent has assured us that our transaction is NOT progressing normally. HAHAHAHAH, I had to laugh. Since when has anything in our lives gone normally. We always laugh that if there is a 1% chance of something happening, we might as well plan on it happening that way. If we were not so frustrated it would be comical. If the market at this moment in time was geared for the buyer and not the seller my hubby would have walked away from the whole deal today. BUT we are going to take a BIG deep breath and let it unfold over the next week or so and see what happens. So yes, I am going to start packing. No, I do not know if I will be moving. (here comes the hysterical laughing part again) I am sure that we will look back on this years from now and just chuckle and shake our heads. So here is my attempt at not stressing out and giving up my anal need to have a plan A, B and just in case plan C, carefully examined and laid out in perfect little lists with check boxes. I feel myself starting to breathe into a panic attack but I will "find my happy place" and let it go. I feel myself having an emotionally maturing opportunity.

Boats in Blue

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Ok, so this is how I feel today in the middle of the "attempting to buy a house" negotiation mode. Bleak. I feel tired and cold and bleak. I know it will work out in the end good or bad, but the "not knowing" faze is getting to me. I don't want to get my hopes up in case it doesn't work out. So there goes the fun afternoons daydreaming about all the wonderful things I "could" do to my new home. I know myself well, I must stay in the "emotionally void" holding pattern or I will end up crushed if it doesn't happen. Soaring on the wings of anticipation makes a big fat splat when you spiral down a thousand feet with a mighty crash. It is an agonizing wait...