June 30, 2005

When I originally decided to sign up for a blog at Chattablogs, I didn't really take into account the whole "local" factor. I've written before in different online journals and I even met a person or two in town because of it. However, this is kind of different. I'm paranoid.

I love Chattablogs. Let's just get that out of the way so that my whole readership of two understands that this isn't going to be a bashing post.

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June 28, 2005

To put closure on the whole house buying saga, I found a house that I fell in love with immediately. I made an offer on it and after a counter-offer and a counter-offer to the counter-offer, I am going to be a homeowner in one short month. Let the packing commence!

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June 22, 2005

Just as I suspected, the homeowners counter-offered. I kept that whole sense of panic all weekend and by Monday morning, had made up my mind to decline any offer they came back with. So, when they did ... I did.

I've continued looking at properties all week and I am exhausted. It is fun, to walk through people's homes and see how they decorate, for about the first three or four houses you see. After that, it just becomes a draining chore. Tonight, we looked at five houses. I think I found one that will be perfect and non-panic inducing. I am taking my parents and my son to view it again tomorrow night.

I'm finding it difficult to get too excited over any of this. The idea of packing, moving, unpacking, contracts to be signed, inspections and appraisals and all of that pure shit leaves me less than ecstatic. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm actually dreading it all. Is this normal? Shouldn't I be excited about owning a house?

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June 19, 2005

I've read Mandy's journal since she first began. She and her husband are currently living in Peru.

Go read her latest entry and help if you can.

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A flower by the pool

My son attempts a handstand

Clouds roll in

Batman Begins

Sidenote: I have loved Christian Bale since "Newsies". He made a wonderful Batman. However, I cannot look at him without longing to hear him sing, "Santa Fe". /sidenote.

Strawberry Shortcake

The sun sets

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Wow. After I posted that entry, panic set in about this whole house buying plan. I guess writing about it made it concrete. I've been in a full blown panic ever since.

I'm questioning myself. Did I make the right choice? Do I really want to live out in this particular area of town? Do I really like this house enough to call it my home? Is my son going to be happy there? Will the neighbors be nice? Do I really want the responsibility that comes with owning a house? Can I do this???

*Deep breath*

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June 18, 2005

Since my divorce in 1997, I've lived in a townhouse apartment. I love it here. I like that every winter, when a mouse finds it's way into my apartment from the jungle behind my house, all I have to do is call my landlord. Within hours, the maintenance man shows up with a nifty electrical mouse trap. My only job is to check to see if the light is on. If the light is on, it means we have successfully caught the mouse. Then, I make another phone call and my maintenance man comes back out and disposes of the mouse for me. It's all very clean and princess-like from my end. This is just one of the many things I like about living here. There are no lawns to be mowed, flowers to be planted, toilets to repair, etc. No doubt, my life here is easy.

Yet, I thought about my son who is ten and all of the benefits of owning a home for both of us and decided that it's time to move on to bigger and better things.

I've decided to purchase a house.

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June 12, 2005

My fondest childhood memory of my grandmother, whom my sisters and I fondly called “Momo”, is of our nightly routines when my sisters and I would spend the night with her and “DinDin”, our grandfather. After feeding us a home cooked meal of fried chicken with all the extras, DinDin would turn on HeeHaw or Dukes of Hazzard, depending on what night it was, and he would twirl my sisters and me around the room and he would slap his knees and we would all laugh at him. Momo would sit in her rocking chair, with the latest harlequin romance novel in her hands, shaking her head at us like we had all lost our minds. Secretly, I think it made her very happy to be surrounded with so much love.

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June 09, 2005

The last time we met, it was a year ago to be precise, and I was questioning my relationship with the abusive man that I had been dating. If you’ll remember correctly, he wasn’t physically abusive but more manipulative and argumentative to a point that it was physically exhausting and emotionally draining to stay in the relationship. Well, times … they are a’changin’.

So much has happened in my life that I don’t really know where to begin. I have stories about “Carson” (the aforementioned asshole for those catching up) that will either leave you questioning what kind of person I am or will leave you cheering for my creative handling of the situation. I have a new job that has completely changed my life. I have made new friends and I have found myself polishing off the old match.com profile once again. There have been illnesses and even a death. There have also been births. There have been blind dates and late night margaritas on the back “porch” (It’s really just a slab of cement but it works). I have lost friends that I didn’t mean to lose, but who were probably ready to be lost. I have stories. Lots of stories and I can’t wait to share them with you.

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... and I have nothing to say.

Now that I finally have a space to dump all of the thoughts and ideas that ruminate in my head, I'm coming up empty. One day, very soon, I will have fun stories to share.

For now, I'd just like to thank Amy at Happy Homewrecker for her most excellent web design skills. Amy set up the entire blog for me and designed my banner. She is wonderfully talented and VERY patient. Thank you, Amy!!

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