Monday, July 12, 2010

Can't help but think of yesterday.

My body aches. I'm exhausted, physically and mentally. I guess this is what "being productive" feels like. Not trying to be clever at all when I say I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. And not being at all sarcastic when I say moving/selling your house is for the birds!

In 18 days, we'll be the eccentric family in the suburban neighborhood full of trees. We got to visit our new digs on Friday for the inspection. I swear it's gotten bigger since we first saw it...and that increased my anxiety a bit. I shouldn't care, but a few people have made comments about the size of the house (based on photos) and us being well-off. Someone even made a comment about how rich people make them sick. It stung.

Let me be CLEAR, not that I should have to explain myself to anyone, but we are NOT well-off and are certainly NOT "rich people".  But the price had been reduced more than once AND we got a deal on top of that since the people were dying to move. It was luck. And the house payment is large so we'll be adjusting to that by really tightening our belts. This is an investment for our future since we don't plan to move again. So I don't think anyone should be making sassy comments. We're busting our asses for this house. Be supportive of our decision or don't say anything at all. Cause shitting on something we're working hard for (and will be for maaaaaaaany years to come) makes you a questionable friend (but a majority of our friends have been pumped for us and that's awesome...everything we have, we'd share with anyone else).

Moving on...

This weekend a plethora of our pals came by to hang out or help out and we appreciated it all! I loved looking out my window and seeing Ben walk up the drive. Having him around all day was a flat out rad. And so many babies were at the Corral! Evan, Rylee, Graeme, and the as-yet-unnamed-and-unborn Baby Bell. There were moments when I was laughing so hard, tears were welling in my eyes and my guts killed. It was great. I love my friends.

Especially Sharon and Joe who spent all of yesterday painting and cleaning while we were weeding and packing. I can't express enough how much I appreciate them and theirs efforts. They never complained once, no matter what we asked of them. I hate asking for help. It makes me feel weasely but we couldn't have possibly gotten as much done as we have without our pals. This all happened really fast and people have rallied. Thanks y'all.

And thanks for your continued help for the next 18 days.

I wish I had something else to blather about besides moving because maybe you're sick of hearing about it. But this is our life at the moment. It's all-consuming. We had to cut down on going out (paint is so expensive) so no PJs, no Rock-n-Bowl, no birthday party for Nolan.  Every red cent of our next 3 paychecks is spent already and that's OK. It is what it is. But I do miss being social which is why I was so pumped to have people randomly stopping by this weekend. It meant a lot.

Going to see Lady Gaga on Wednesday means a lot, too.

AND NOW A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: To all of my friends that are smokers, please, please, please quit. I'm begging you. I heard some news this weekend that broke my heart and I'm still shocked but I'm not going to get into it. Just PLEASE quit. I love all y'all too much to not kick your asses if you don't quit.  xoxo


Camevil said...

Moving ranks as one of the top 3 suckiest adult life events. Feel your pain.

The's about Eddie, isn't it? Just devastating.

Miss Cleveland 1979 said...

YES! I was shocked when I heard. Total disbelief. I still can't wrap my head around it.

The Drunken Gnome said...

I can't believe people are making rude comments about you guys buying a home! I'm sure they are just jealous that they aren't in the same place in their lives as you. I'm happy for you guys!

Miss Cleveland 1979 said...

Maybe people think I'm living outside my means or something since in the past I wasn't so great with money and had to get a lot of help. But I have a good job now and my husband has a good job and if I want a larger house for my family and dogs and am paying for it with my own money...why not? bugs me. I feel like I have to prove myself and that sucks.

Anonymous said...

I don't know you (I found your blog through someone elses) and I say fuck 'em! I have friends who "upgrade" on homes and/or cars and would never judge them. People suck!

Miss Cleveland 1979 said...

Well then you're already cool in my book.