Saturday, March 10, 2012

Not a good sign.

We started off the day with a wedding. As I was getting dressed I sang, "Oh woe is me, I'm as fat as I can be." My loving husband says, "Well, at least you have a good attitude about it."  I have gained fifteen, yes fifteen pounds since we sold our house. I have the worst metabolism! I have to watch everything I eat and get in some running in order to not gain weight. I picked out a pair of pants I haven't worn in a while and continued to get dressed. When I got ready to put my shoes on I heard a popping noise. Holy Crap! It was coming from my crotch, I'm so fat I'm splitting the crotch of my pants! I was running late (as usual) so I didn't have the time to change nor did I want to subject myself to wiggling into different pants. I continued to the car and when I sat down I checked my crotch one more time. The first row of stitching was gone, just gone. I went ahead and wore the pants, I had on a sweater and I figured if they split any further I could just wrap that around my waist (I use the term loosely) to hide my embarrassment along with the split. I figured if I dropped something I could just kick it back to the car. There was noway I would be bending down for anything! My pants survived the wedding and it's a good thing because if I would have taken off my sweater you could see that it's hiding the fact that my back is so fat it looks like a can of half opened biscuits. My point in all of this is to say that building a house is fun. It really is, it's just very consuming. So, I'm getting fatter, my hair is falling out and I'm pretty sure I've given myself an ulcer. Also, I forgot all about picture day for ChaChi. Guess what he wore for pictures? If you guessed camo pants paired with a nice Mario Bros T-shirt, you are correct. Ok, so I hate to admit this but it's the second time he's worn that shirt for school pics, maybe I've just always been scattered.

I'm really questioning my judgement on renting a house that is for sale. Honestly, the market is so bad I didn't think there was ever a chance It'd sell. I guess if we would have started building right away we wouldn't be in this mess! We showed the house five times in one week! That in itself will bring a sane person to the edge. I was hoping since it's under contract that at least we wouldn't have to show the damn thing anymore. Wrong. Tuesday a home inspection was scheduled with an inspector and the home buyer. They were supposed to get here at 4:00. We had two soccer games that night so I thought that would give me enough time to get the kids home and dressed for their games and out the door before they got here. Wrong again. I got home at 3:30 and they were already here. It's just weird having someone in "your" house where you keep all your stuff. At this point, messy stuff. Really. Messy. Stuff. Thursday the realtor wanted to come by to check out what the inspector found. Now they have to repair what ever was found and also do a termite letter. To top it all off this is what is in "my" yard.
That is just a subtle reminder of our impending eviction. Thanks.

Don't worry though, we are getting prepared. I think we have enough boxes to make a lovely fort to live in for a while. It also reminds me of my favorite movie, Friday "How you gonna get fired on your day off for stealing boxes. What you gonna do build a clubhouse?" Still makes me laugh!

After the wedding we decided we needed to relax so we took the kids fishing. Ryan really had to make me go because I wanted to finish cleaning up at the lot because I don't want it to get out of hand. I'm so glad he did because we had a great time!

He got skunked. Poor baby.

Back to the house, we have the cornice completed and now we have to get it painted. I went the cabinet place and this is the way I'll probably go:

Our kitchen is in an L shape so the light gray will make the L and the dark brown will be the island. The granite is called Alaskan White.

This is the style we've chosen. The lighter brown in the middle. It is really similar to the gray but the trim is wider. Now this is the fun part!

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