Another one bites the dust!

Five months ago I said I wanted to do a 25 mile bike ride.

Three weeks ago I got a bike.

Tonight I'm wondering what I was thinking. The tiger balm fumes are making my memory a little fuzzy. Tiger balm is Oriental Icy Hot with a punch and the only reason I can stand up.

34.96 miles, but we're calling it 35.

Low Down on the House

Did I just really use the phrase "low down"?

Technically we're still in escrow on the first house. We had some concerns about it (as in my husband was not thrilled with it). Our Realtor (bless her soul) has a good relationship with the listing agent and found out last Friday that this (the second house) had fallen out of escrow and was going to be put back on the market this week. Same owners, same listing agent, same everything- except the address. This made it easy to switch everything over. We put our offer in and the offer has been accepted. We are hoping to keep the original close date which will be the end of June.

And that is the short version.

Nothing is set in stone until we hold the keys. And even then, the only thing you can count on is death and taxes.

Thankfully we love, LOVE our Realtor. If this all works out like we hope it will, any daughter that should come our way will be named Jane.

What to do while waiting for the realtor to call.

Virtually decorate every space in what you hope will be your new house.

Come on people. Ge out the vote!

Red, white, and blue?



or orange and blue?

A post where I talk about which song I want played at my funeral and the house I'd like to buy.

I like routine. It gives me control. And there's no doubt I like to have control. Me. My routine. My kid. My life. Anything and everything that enters within a mile of my personal space.

In the morning we get up, I plop the kid in her highchair, turn on the music, and write blog posts in my head while I clean the kitchen and do the dishes.

Last week I purposely disrupted my routine and took a much needed trip South to get away for minute. Then we got back and I haven't done the dishes in a few days, hence no blog posts. No wonderful grandiose adventures here- just haven't done the dishes. Oy, that's sad. What's the point? If I wait long enough I'll just need to start packing anyway. How soon is too soon to move into the 'paper plate and Subway everyday of the week' phase of moving?

But back to my routine.

It usually includes music in the morning. I can usually tell my current mental health state by the Pandora station I'm listening to. I like a little Enya in the morning with my breakfast. A cup of tea and Enya EVERY morning would be perfect. I know. How about a little Enya, a cup of tea on MY BACK PORCH every morning? And maybe a hammock or a swing. I like a little Queen or Abba or while I clean. Frankie in the evenings while making dinner. And just about everything else in between.

For a week now I've noticed that my "Pink" station has been playing A LOT. My favorite song? "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. I l. o. v. e. this song. If I had a theme song, this would be it. I would like it played at my funeral. Yes, for my funeral I would like you all to have a nice steak and listen to this song. Angry chick music I believe it's called. I'm not an angry chick, just a little on edge these days. Some chicks make a living being "edgy".

By this afternoon I hope to have moved on to my Bubblegum Oldies. It's for happy music. The kind of music you play when you're not in limbo anymore and you have written acceptance on the offer you've placed on a second house. The house that your husband says if you move in, you're never going to leave. No pressure. Just a ten year plan for a couple who has never had a two year plan, much less a "let's move here and never leave" plan.

I'm not the only one on edge around here. I'd like to take a look at his play list.

Blogging buds, meet house #2.

Pros:
On a cul de sac
The additional square footage as compared to the other home is in my closet and the laundry room.

Cons:
We can't move in tomorrow.

If you come back later and I've posted a little Elvis "happy music" then we're good. If not, you'll know we're singing the Blues.

We're home but not totally ready to get back to reality. Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe.

I'm on vacation.

You knew it was coming.

66 yo Female used IVF to get pregnant will be the oldest female to give birth in Great Britain.

Do I have thoughts on this? Um yes. Do I have an opinion on whether or not this is okay? Uh huh. But know what? There's not a damn thing I can do about it.

I HATE stories like this. They raise my blood pressure. And the people who comment on them in the forums and comments. Yikes! God love them, but they are stupid and many don't have a clue.

To me it cheapens fertility treatments and warps the public's perception about them. People think it's just so easy. There's not some freaken fertility drive-thru where you pull up and order IVF off the menu!!!! Can't tell you how many times I've gotten the "just do in vitro" phrase thrown my direction. Yeah, I'll get right on that. How about this afternoon? Stupid people.

I want to slap people who say they'd love to have triplets or multiple births. You do realize you're saying that you hope your children are premature, right? Who wishes for that?

And all the comments about "she should adopt when there are so many deserving children out there in the world." Go to hell! You don't adopt as a service to humanity. You adopt to build a family. Contrary to popular belief, there's not an adoption drive thru either. You don't just say to yourself, "I think I will adopt today, get on a plane, and come home with a baby."

Since my blood pressure is up already, I might as well tell you, we have our home inspection today. And I can tell you from experience that buying a house and the hoops you jump through is NOTHING compared completing a home study, the bureaucratic bullshit involved in finalizing an adoption, or even ONE round, ONE of fertility drugs.

Oh, and yes I used the word bullshit this morning. Blame it on the fact that I'm probably going to be on the rag at the beach this week. And I wasn't even supposed to get my period this month. Cuz that's the other thing people don't realize...You can have eggs, you can have follicles, you can force ovulation, and have the little dudes sitting and waiting, and still not get pregnant.

Good. The sooner we buy a house, the sooner we can have our home study done and adopt again. Cuz adoption is sooo much easier than getting pregnant. If you didn't get the sarcasm there, you belong in a forum with all the rest of the stupid people. I'm getting the hell off this fertility drug roller coaster.

Just in case you were wondering, you will not see me in a news story pregnant at 66.