Every occupation has it's lingo. The home buying process has it too. I don't understand (or care to) most of it. I just want to know how much it's going to cost me. Blah, blah, blah...how much, when, and where do I sign?
I received an e-mail last night from our loan officer with a whole lot of blah, blah, blah and a "Yippie!"
Yippie is pretty universal. I understand yippie! So is hallelujah and praise be!
For example... My sister is here for two weeks. Hallelujah!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
One of the many things that makes my head explode.
I don't watch the show. Never have. Don't know anything about them, but they've now made it to my blog. I've even started a special category for 'Things that make my head explode!'
"This afternoon, Kate filed for divorce. Our kids are still my number one priority. I love them and want to make sure they stay happy, healthy and safe. My job is being the best, most supportive and loving father that I can be to my kids, and not being married to Kate doesn't change that," he said in the statement." - John Gosselin of John and Kate Plus 8
Two words- BULL-SHIT!
Not being married to their mother will most definitely change the kind of father you can/are to your kids. What planet are people from that they think they can just one-two switch-aroo spouses and the kids aren't affected?
Here's a novel thought people...If your kids are your number one priority, then make your marriage a priority. Then your kids can have the benefit of being raised in a loving two-parent home. Or don't, and we can watch society go to hell in a handbasket with nothing to do with Prop 8. Don't even get me started on the hypocrisy of 'Prop 8 will destroy society, but we can ignore heterosexual divorce rates'...
...Now looking for a remedy for my exploding head... I swear, sometimes steam is going to come out with the swears.
"This afternoon, Kate filed for divorce. Our kids are still my number one priority. I love them and want to make sure they stay happy, healthy and safe. My job is being the best, most supportive and loving father that I can be to my kids, and not being married to Kate doesn't change that," he said in the statement." - John Gosselin of John and Kate Plus 8
Two words- BULL-SHIT!
Not being married to their mother will most definitely change the kind of father you can/are to your kids. What planet are people from that they think they can just one-two switch-aroo spouses and the kids aren't affected?
Here's a novel thought people...If your kids are your number one priority, then make your marriage a priority. Then your kids can have the benefit of being raised in a loving two-parent home. Or don't, and we can watch society go to hell in a handbasket with nothing to do with Prop 8. Don't even get me started on the hypocrisy of 'Prop 8 will destroy society, but we can ignore heterosexual divorce rates'...
...Now looking for a remedy for my exploding head... I swear, sometimes steam is going to come out with the swears.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Me and my big mouth have been on our best behavior.
Can't say why. I think it's just too hot to get all worked up. And I'm trying to spread good karma love around until we close the house. It can't last, though.
I virtually re-decorated the family room that I don't yet own. This is nice and zen like. Maybe if my house looked like this I would be a more calm and Zen-like person.
Yeah, I didn't think so either.
I virtually re-decorated the family room that I don't yet own. This is nice and zen like. Maybe if my house looked like this I would be a more calm and Zen-like person.
Yeah, I didn't think so either.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
It's all about the Papa.
My husband's request when Scrunch was learning to coo and babble was that he not be called "Dad", "Daddy" or "Da-da." I still don't totally understand why. I don't usually ask much on things like that. He rarely asks for anything, so I oblige. And I know he has his reasons.
So, even if it's a little "Little House on the Prairie" he goes by Papa. If you ask Scrunch where her daddy is she'll just stare at you. But she knows exactly who her Papa is.
Today is all about Papa. Scrunch is all about her Papa every day. And I am all about a man who wants to be good at being Scrunch's Papa.
So, even if it's a little "Little House on the Prairie" he goes by Papa. If you ask Scrunch where her daddy is she'll just stare at you. But she knows exactly who her Papa is.
Today is all about Papa. Scrunch is all about her Papa every day. And I am all about a man who wants to be good at being Scrunch's Papa.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Elephants
There is a great white elephant in my living room. For two weeks I have tiptoed around it. Blogging about nothing, pretending I'm not thinking about it, seeing it, wishing it will stay.
It would be such a loss if I didn't write this down and it became someone's story. Not to mention it goes completely against my nature to pretend that nothing's going on, even when nothing really is.
Two weeks ago today, while sitting in the Costco parking lot, my phone rang. I knew I recognized the number, but not so well that I answered it right away. As I pushed the answer button I knew immediately who it was without even hearing his voice.
There was the howdy-dos and his of every normal catching-up conversation and then we get to the good part... this is where we go verbatim- for potential posterity's sake.
"So the reason I'm calling...well...I...see...there is a birthmom who is looking for a couple and you guys fit...and I'm wondering if I can send her your old profile...that is unless you can send me some new pictures...."
Totally shocked and dumbfounded, my response- "Um.. this is totally from left field...totally not what we were planning for... but how do I say no to something like that?"
There was more to the conversation, but only a little. And nothing since. I went home and we wrote a new letter and forwarded pictures updating our profile. And that has been that. It is how these things work.
Thankfully, only a few days later I went the first Families Supporting Adoption play group. Instantly among friends and with women who get it, get me- I spilled my secret. The conversation turned in and out of our kids, our birthmoms, the process, life, where to buy little girl capris-all the essential stuff. During the course of the afternoon one of them said...
"You know... God knows what he's doing. He knows how to pick the perfect trials for me. I like to be in control. And with adoption you're anything but in control."
She could be my sister. At least I know that when I see them again next there will be no need to explain if there is or isn't a baby. They understand. These elephants may disappear one day without a trace or they could turn out to be your son.
It would be such a loss if I didn't write this down and it became someone's story. Not to mention it goes completely against my nature to pretend that nothing's going on, even when nothing really is.
Two weeks ago today, while sitting in the Costco parking lot, my phone rang. I knew I recognized the number, but not so well that I answered it right away. As I pushed the answer button I knew immediately who it was without even hearing his voice.
There was the howdy-dos and his of every normal catching-up conversation and then we get to the good part... this is where we go verbatim- for potential posterity's sake.
"So the reason I'm calling...well...I...see...there is a birthmom who is looking for a couple and you guys fit...and I'm wondering if I can send her your old profile...that is unless you can send me some new pictures...."
Totally shocked and dumbfounded, my response- "Um.. this is totally from left field...totally not what we were planning for... but how do I say no to something like that?"
There was more to the conversation, but only a little. And nothing since. I went home and we wrote a new letter and forwarded pictures updating our profile. And that has been that. It is how these things work.
Thankfully, only a few days later I went the first Families Supporting Adoption play group. Instantly among friends and with women who get it, get me- I spilled my secret. The conversation turned in and out of our kids, our birthmoms, the process, life, where to buy little girl capris-all the essential stuff. During the course of the afternoon one of them said...
"You know... God knows what he's doing. He knows how to pick the perfect trials for me. I like to be in control. And with adoption you're anything but in control."
She could be my sister. At least I know that when I see them again next there will be no need to explain if there is or isn't a baby. They understand. These elephants may disappear one day without a trace or they could turn out to be your son.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Ten things I did today rather than pack.
1. Knit a cowl
2. Got squirted by a watergun
3. Designed an "Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly" puppet
4. Bought hanging baskets for the almost mine front porch
5. Made The Best Spinach Salad Ever
6. Planned a summer's worth of extended reading activities
7. Priced sod
8. Folded diapers
9. Organized Scrunch's toys
10. Blew bubbles until I thought I'd pass out
Tomorrow I'll be too tired to pack. That's what Mondays are for.
2. Got squirted by a watergun
3. Designed an "Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly" puppet
4. Bought hanging baskets for the almost mine front porch
5. Made The Best Spinach Salad Ever
6. Planned a summer's worth of extended reading activities
7. Priced sod
8. Folded diapers
9. Organized Scrunch's toys
10. Blew bubbles until I thought I'd pass out
Tomorrow I'll be too tired to pack. That's what Mondays are for.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Happy Dance!
The plan is to move in a little over a week. I have packed one box. One. And we're going away this weekend. You might be thinking I should get a move on, but I'm not. I am thrilled beyond measure to announce (so thrilled I blog it. That's how you know it's got to be good.)....
For the first move in our marriage I have hired movers! Praise be! I am doing the Happy Dance. If you're unfamiliar with the Happy Dance, it is very similar to the Pee pee Dance. Kind of like the Cha Cha-cha is to the Rumba.
We've moved a lot. Nine times in six years. And we're not military. I figure I've earned it.
One. Two. Cha-cha-cha.
One.
two.
cha-cha-cha
For the first move in our marriage I have hired movers! Praise be! I am doing the Happy Dance. If you're unfamiliar with the Happy Dance, it is very similar to the Pee pee Dance. Kind of like the Cha Cha-cha is to the Rumba.
We've moved a lot. Nine times in six years. And we're not military. I figure I've earned it.
One. Two. Cha-cha-cha.
One.
two.
cha-cha-cha
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