power of two

i've concluded that i suck at creating titles for my sporatic posts, so from now on queen regina doth decree they wilt be song titles or random quotes. the end.

so today we saw five houses, mostly in the medford area, and we absolutely loved one of them. it's WAY overpriced (it was a flip that was given up on - everything is done half-assed and it needs a ton of cosmetic work, which we can definitely do), but that doesn't mean we can't make an offer much lower, which we of course would. first, of course, we have to get pre-qualified, or even better pre-approved, for a mortgage, something that is necessary and absolutely frightening.

i mean, it's one thing to go look at houses; the fun of attending open houses with no intention to buy is that you know that you probably can't afford the place, but the agents showing it have no idea. it's sick fun to make them do their whole routine without the knowledge that there's no chance in hell you'd ever make an offer.

i am a mean, mean person.

anyway, the whole mortgage thing is scary because it's real life. it's signing a paper so that a bank will give you $300,000. PS, you need to pay it back over the next THIRTY years. THIRTY YEARS??? dude, i'm unsure about tomorrow and you want me to make a flipping thirty-year commitment? heavy....

j-boy is having a worse time with it; he'd kill me for saying this, but he's scared out of his mind. i'm not really scared, because i know we'll always be fine, no matter what, but even the concept of owning property weighs on my mind. when we first started with the open houses, i was super excited, over excited really, and always walked into each house with the mindset, "I want it! Now let me actually look at it for a reason why."

now, though, i'm all business. i suffered through countless scoldings with j explaining, "now, we're not going to buy this next house either, so i don't want you getting excited. we'll never buy it. ever. do not show any enthusiasm or i will yell at you again. do not smile. do not make any reassuring gestures that may be construed as 'excitement.' i want you to dread looking at this house, that's how unexcited you should be."

perhaps that was a bit exaggerated.... but you get my drift.

this whole process is still not real, although finding that diamond in the rough today was a step toward reality. we both agreed it had amazing potential that we would be able to produce and further discussed the next step, which is talking to brokers and determining our limit.

ummmmmm when did i grow up? i think i missed that announcement. oh wait, was it when i pushed a 6.5 lb. bundle of love through my va-jay-jay and now my life revolves around this little person and her every whim? ah yes. now i remember.

the babe is soooooooooo cute, i can't even tell you. from the extensive phone calls with herself to the amazing booty-shaking, she is one of the funniest people i have ever met. i mean, she calls me by my first name because she knows it bothers me. brat. she'll spend five or ten minutes just running around and around the hall, chased by NOONE, hysterically laughing the whole time - i can't wait until we have a yard for her to run around with her cousins and maybe some future siblings....

well, judging from that last comment the crack is apparantly kicking in. it's been real, peeps. one of these days j will finally send me some pics to share - tune in!

update: i lie like a rug. here are a few:


what a sourpuss.



she's not smiling in any of these pictures...



inner monologue: "oh no he is NOT sitting next to me. if he grabs a block i'll freaking lay him out."



oo-la-la bebe with some blocks, including a bear head that also functions as a block. yes, it scares me, too.



uh oh...



awwww hooray for sharing!

yo

long time, no write, huh.


instead of spending an entire post devoted to how i haven't updated, i'll just jump right in with my thought of the day.


someone/thing has been trying to kill me all day, and it's totally not cool. how, you may ask? well here's how:

1. i had some wicked chest pains most of the day, leaving me convinced i was on the verge of a heart attack. my sister, the "nurse" (i don't know why that's in quotes, she literally is a nurse)(it stays), said that i had indigestion and it eventually went away, but when i used to have indigestion/heartburn whilst pregnant, i felt burning up and down my esophagus, not IN MY F'N HEART. i'll keep y'all posted on whether or not i die of a massive heart attack. stay tuned.

2. i was filling the dishwasher like a half hour ago, bent down to pull the door closed, and suddenly heard a clicking noise and smelled gas. i turned around and somehow i turned on one of the stove burners with my ass. puh-lease. the knobs have to be pushed in THEN turned. i mean, my ass is incredible and all, but it's not quite trained enough to do the work of opposable thumbs.

3. not ten minutes ago i'm washing my face when i somehow turn my sister's hair dryer on, which was plugged in and sitting on the floor. for a split second i considered pulling the plug out of the wall when i realized, "hey, your hands are soaking wet. wanna die? then go ahead and pull out that chord. ass." so i was forced to open my eyes and turn it off manually, all the while getting stinging dove facewash in my peepers.


hence and thusly, someone/thing has put out a hit on me. f you, vengeful whomever.

aight i'm about done here. househunting is interesting, especially b/c we're not really looking seriously at the moment, but whatev. more on that later.

peace out, bitches.