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More NOT talking about my house

On this last day of our stay here in GA, the kids and I ventured north to check out where our *hopefully* new residence will be. We scoped out the neighborhood – OOH, is that an in-ground pool?  We want to make friends with THAT family!  YOWZERS, check out that tree fort, they are definitely invited to the housewarming party! – because it’s good to get a lay of the land.

I got Jessica (the world’s greatest and MOST PATIENT realtor) to meet us at the house again so I could make with the picture snapping as the sun finally came out and graced us with it’s gorgous presence.  I have to tell you, MAH house? Is super sparkly, shiny, yummy in the sunlight.  Sort of like Edward.  But without all the fangs. And makeup.

I would love to show you the pictures, but I still feel a little GRRRR because of the fiasco of getting myself and everyone else all worked up over the Barbie Dream House only to have it snatched away by Murphy’s Law of House Buying, which states: The chances of your house sale crashing and burning like a meteor is in direct proportion to the number of people you TELL about the house.

So, again, I will talk endlessly about something in the most vague, frustrating mentions possible.  I will tell you that my house? Really makes me happy.  It doesn’t bowl me over with its splendor, it doesn’t intimidate me with it’s sheer vastness, it doesn’t make me break out into a cold sweat thinking about how we can’t afford to furnish it and therefore will have the nicest empty house in the entire neighborhood.

MY house?   Is not perfect or DREAM house or anything remotely exceptional.

It’s just a great house, that I can’t wait to move into, to bring my kids home to, to start building memories in, to turn into our safe haven, to indulge in our dreams and hopes and giggles and tickle-fights.

I’m crossing my fingers that I haven’t already told you too much.

ps…A big happy birthday to my sister, Angela.  Growing up she was always the one who was always more responsible, better at everything and although I loved her, I loved to hate her too. It’s awesome that all these years later, she’s still more responsible, she’s still better at a LOT of things, but now I just love to love her.  She’s my dearest friend, my conscience, my grounding point. I love you, sis, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

6 Comments on “More NOT talking about my house”

  1. #1 MonsteRawr
    on Mar 18th, 2009 at 8:15 am

    Crossing my fingers for you that the sale goes through. And a premature “Welcome to this crazy-ass city, neighbor (kind-of)!

    MonsteRawrs last blog post..A Prophesy of Retrospection, and the Reexamination of Choice

  2. #2 Kyla
    on Mar 18th, 2009 at 8:59 am

    Good luck!

    Happy birthday to your sister, too!

    Kylas last blog post..I could write…

  3. #3 Heather @ Domestic Extraordinaire
    on Mar 18th, 2009 at 3:23 pm

    Happy Birthday to your Sis!

    And keeping my fingers (& toes) crossed for you. But do you know how hard it is to do stuff with all these appendages crossed? As soon as you know, I need to know, if not I could look all contorted and weird when we see each other again in Chicago.

    Heather @ Domestic Extraordinaires last blog post..Wordless Wednesday-Spring has sprung

  4. #4 Nina
    on Mar 19th, 2009 at 11:45 am

    fingers crossed for that thing you’re not talking about………

    Ninas last blog post..Tonight’s the night……..

  5. #5 tena
    on Mar 19th, 2009 at 12:25 pm

    I’m so hoping that thing works out for you! That’s all I will say- I don’t want the curse on my shoulders!

    tenas last blog post..Some Like it Hot and Free

  6. #6 Angela
    on Mar 19th, 2009 at 11:08 pm

    Thanks for the birthday comments. I love you too. By the way, I think you are wonderful.
    Love you,