The mice fight back! The war continues!

So yesterday I shared with you that Michael and I are engaging in a war on the mice that have apparently taken up residence in our house. I figured that since we loaded up on weapons of mass destruction, Sunday afternoon, that we wouldn't be seeing any signs of those beady eyed furry little rodents anywhere near our house again. Well... unfortunately they have taken matters into there own hands and they are determined to fight back... the little bastards.

Ever since Sunday's first mouse sighting, P-Kitty has been on alert. Although yesterday she spent the day catching up on her sleep, but as soon as she joined the land of the living somewhere around 5pm, she went straight back into Michael and I's bedroom and master bathroom to resume her watch kitty status, she knew something wasn't right and she was prepared to be the first one on the job. Michael had gotten home from work and excitedly checked all our mouse traps to see if we were able to nab any during the day, but came up empty handed... no caught mice, but he found, what looked like fresh droppings, in our pantry. I was kind of getting concerned considering we had a trap set up in the pantry and the mice were obviously too uninterested in our strategic peanut butter trap. It became aware to me that these guys are good, real professionals, they know when to spot a trap. The fresh droppings were just their way of saying, "we know about your little traps and we're ready to fight back so f*ck you and your peanut butter traps." We're not dealing with the average mice here, let me tell you, these are the super smart one's and I was just waiting for the next time one would venture it's way into my pathway again.

Michael and I had just gotten done watching the news in bed, and we shut off the TV and were getting comfortable to fall asleep. Mind you our killer attack kitty was still on duty sniffing around our bedroom and bathroom. The TV had been off for no more than a minute, before we heard our cat spring into action and start running about in the bedroom. We turned on the light and sure enough, she had chased another mouse underneath our entertainment center again. I resumed my usual position standing on the bed and ready to spring if the little shit decided to leap to his get away up on our bed, while Michael went to go find his plastic cups again to catch him. He closed off our bedroom again and moved the entertainment center and P-Kitty dove into action, chasing this fast little rodent all over our bedroom. Under the bed, back under the entertainment center again..... this guy was faster than the last one, but P-Kitty was on her guard. Granted, she has no front claws, so her batting at him was relativity useless, but she was able to pin him to certain areas, in an attempt for Michael to try to catch him. Unfortunately the little shit was a little to fast for my husband and his plastic red cups, as it dove itself under our bathroom door for a getaway into the bathroom.

Now, there was no way on Earth, I was going to be able to sleep with that sucker still on the loose, so Michael and his trusty hunting cat, barricaded themselves and our furry intruder into the bathroom. They were determined to catch this little bastard if it was the last thing they did. Now at this point, I am telling them to put a towel underneath the door, so that damn mouse doesn't run back under the door into the bedroom again. Now, what took place at this point on is completely beyond me, as both Michael and P-Kitty and the mouse took a stand-off in my bathroom, while I still took up residence standing on our bed. All I can tell you is I heard nothing but silence from the bathroom for a good 15 minutes.... then I heard a loud crash, which was the sound of Michael's flashlight crashing to the ground and the sound of shit flying everywhere..... then more silence.... Hmmmmm.... Either the mouse finally lost his battle or my husband and my cat lost their battle.... but... it wasn't over yet. After chasing the mouse into my bathroom cabinet, Michael was able to beat to mouse to death with our plunger. Yes, another dead mouse, this one losing it's life to our plunger.

At this point I am really concerned as to how these mice are making their way from our attic into our house. Michael and I have searched this house high and low, in every corner possible, and could not find an entrance. However, our question was answered for us, as Michael was doing his homicide clean up, and drawing the chalk marks on our tile, where the corpse of mouse terrorist number two had previously laid. When Michael and P-Kitty found him hiding in the bathroom, he was in a cabinet, which, was closed. There is apparently a hole under the cabinet, that leads up into the cabinet, as well as there is a hole from the cabinet, that leads underneath our bathtub. Our new theory is that they are climbing down the walls, from the attic, and crawling under the bathtub, and up into our bathroom through this tiny separation between the wood cabinets and the tile. Or.... at least... we're HOPING that's what is really going on. So Michael went and grabbed the electric chair.... the black box that shocks the mice when they enter it, and placed it next to the hole under the sink, as well as he placed a tray of poison under there, hoping we could get them at their point of entrance. This really meant war then!!

So Michael and I both spent the entire night, pretty much tossing and turning at the fact that we were being attacked in our own home by little field mice and P-Kitty spent the night on patrol between our bathroom and bedroom. At one point she decided to go into stealth mode, and laid with her entire body underneath the bed, with just her little head sticking out from under the bed-skirt, so she could be ready for attack again. Our little attack kitty wasn't going to sleep a wink until she knew all was clear. This morning, when we got up, we were disappointed to find that we still hadn't caught any of the bastards yet. Very very crafty little shits.... they are taunting us. They are sitting up there in our attic, blueprints spread out on their little mouse table, with the head mouse wearing his little reading classes, while the rest of their terrorist army of mice sit waiting for the details of their next suicide mission. This isn't your average society of mice I tell you, they have accepted our challenge and they are ready for war.

P-Kitty has finally crashed out from her night of mouse watch, as she as passed out on our bed with her head buried underneath one of my decorative pillows. The mice know my strongest allies are missing, as Michael is at the office and P-Kitty couldn't be woken up if the entire house came crashing down around her. They know I am the weak link, as now I hear their scratching coming from the attic again as well as I am hearing movements from my cabinets, and scary enough, it seems to follow me into every room I am in. Somewhere, in a dark corner of the room, there is a little watch mouse, with his binoculars on me, relating back my every move to the rest of the demon army via a walkie talkie. They are just waiting for the right time to strike again and probably when I am at my most vulnerable state. The war isn't over yet guys! We've only just begun. You furry little f*ckers are going down!

This means war! The joys of country living

I am not a "city girl" by any means. I was raised in Reche Canyon, of all places, so I became quite accustomed to the coyotes, snakes, lizards, and the other wild life that ran around up there. Not that I like any of them praticulary, but you just get used to knowing that you have to cross paths with them from time to time. I had been living in the city environment for the past 3 years, so I didn't really have to deal with them too much. When Michael and I bought our home up here in Llano, although it's in a neighborhood with paved streets and such, our backyard buts up to the base of the mountain. Michael had asked me if I had a problem with that, and of course I didn't. Where we live reminds me so much of where I grew up in Reche Canyon so I guess that is why I instantly felt so comfortable here once we moved in. Since we moved in, just over a month ago, we really haven't had any wild life problems, per-say, and in fact, we've only heard coyotes 2 nights, and just saw one run across the street one time, so I didn't think we'd have too much of a problem. Of course, there is BEAUTIFUL wild life up here that have taken up residence in my front yard, that Michael and I just love to watch from our front windows every morning. We have a family of quail, which just hatched their babies, and it's so cute to see them running around our front yard. We also have a family of squirrels that live in the side yard, that also just had babies, that love to run around. We also have our fair share of frogs too that hop up to the screen doors and around the yard. It's really neat and peaceful and it makes me sigh peacefully at the beauty of it all. I really do live in a beautiful house and to be able to witness such beauties of nature on a daily basis, really is a blessing. However, this past weekend, we had some wild life.... "issues" I should say, that made for a little comic relief as well as two burial ceremonies taking place in our backyard.

Saturday morning, Michael went out to mow our law for the first time. When we first bought the house, since it had been vacant, all our grass was dead, however we were lucky that the previous owners had an AMAZING watering system on the house, since we have so many trees and plants adorning the house as well, it only took a months time frame for our grass to grow in green and lush and for all of my trees to start blossoming. So since our grass was nice and healthy and starting to over grow our front yard now, it was time to cut it. So my hubby heads out to do his husbandly duties of lawn maintenance and does a very fine job of it as well, until he starts racking the yard. Unfortunately, one of the frogs that likes to hop around our front yard, apparently didn't hear the roar of our lawn mower, and didn't escape in time, and my husband, who I know call the "frog murder" ran right over him and decapitated poor Kermit! Poor little guy! So I made Michael give him a proper burial in our backyard and say a little prayer for the poor unsuspecting frog who lost his life to our lawn mower! RIP dear ol' kermie!

Sunday morning, we managed to have another wild life adventure. See last week, while cleaning the floors, I had noticed in the corners, what looked to be like little mouse droppings. Michael and I went on a quest to every room in the house to see where there might be a place for mice to get in, or if there was any chewings on any of the food in our pantry. We cleaned up the droppings and just figured maybe they were old droppings, since we couldn't find anything that would lead us to where a mouse would get in, and since none of our food had been tampered with, and typically that's the first thing you notice with a mouse. So we decided that we would just keep an eye out... besides, we have an indoor cat, granted she may be spoiled and has never actually hunted a day in her life... but it's still in a cat's nature to go after rodents right?!? Well later in the week I was sitting in the office on the computer, when I heard scratching coming from the attic. Yep, sure shit, we had mice up there. But that's ok, as long as they are in the attic and not running around my house that's ok. So Michael and I decided that we'd head to the store, during the weekend to pick up some Decon to put in the attic... again, there was no more signs of mice droppings in the corners and no signs of breakages in our food, we were sure they were just confined to the attic... again... we've got ourselves a tough cat, she'd be SURE to smell out a mouse.... right?!?! Now I know that mice are little and they wouldn't hurt you, but good God almighty, those little suckers creep me the hell out! The thought of having any loose in my house sends shivers down my spine! So all I could hope for was that they were just in our attic.

So Sunday morning, Michael and I get up, and he told me that while he was using our master bathroom the night before, he had heard the scratching coming from the attic above our bathroom and that later that day, we;d head out to pick up some Decon to poison them. So we had a nice breakfast and enjoyed the morning and then I headed in to make the bed so I could start getting ready for the day. I walked into our bedroom and P-Kitty was sitting in our bathroom, kinda just staring out into space, which was really unlike her. She has her usual sitting and laying spots and the bathroom certainly was not one of them. She even ran into our closet in the bathroom and was sniffing around. That had her attention for about a few minutes, then she turned around and left the room like everything was kosher. I had just figured she probably heard the scratching in the attic, which had prompted her to come in and investigate. So I went about my business making the bed. Now... every woman probably does just the same as me. You have your 1,000 decorative pillows that you don't *actually* sleep on, that decorate your bed during the day, but you take off the bed at night. I have just that. So I keep those pillows stacked in the corner of the bedroom. I was grabbing one of my million pillows off the ground to put on the bed, when underneath it, there was a little surprise waiting for me. Now, it took me a good second and a half to realize that it was in fact a REAL mouse, because P-Kitty has a ton of those little cat nip one's, and I had thought maybe Michael had placed one there in an effort to scare me, since I was a little on edge about the "mice issue", noooooo... this mouse wasn't red or green or blue with cloth eyes, this was, in fact, a real little furry brown mouse with beady little eyes looking up at me. He blinked at me!!!!! I jumped up so fast and took off running through the house, screaming like a banshee. I don't think my feet even touched the ground the entire way, as I made my way to the front door, where I stood there, stomping my feet up and down, STILL screaming, as my husband looks at me in horror like I had just witnessed a murder or something. My poor cat even stood there staring at me in horror, with her ears pinned back.

I yell at Michael that I found a mouse in our bedroom and he needed to go get it. Apparently my blood curdling scream had rendered the poor mouse deaf and motionless, because he was still in the same spot he was when I beat feet out of that bedroom at Mach 30. Of course, like the insane person I am, I tell Michael, "Don't kill him, just catch him and put him outside"..... right... I know..... So Michael grabs two plastic cups, and shuts the bedroom door and attempts to catch my furry little friend. The mouse runs under our entertainment center, so Michael calls me in for reinforcements. Now, there is no way my feet are going to be anywhere on the ground in that bedroom till that mouse is out of there, but Michael needs to move the entertainment center to catch him, so I need to watch to let Michael know where the mouse runs to. So I hop up on the bed and prepare myself for the little demon to make his way out from under our entertainment center. Michael moves the entertainment center and the crafty little shit moves with it! So Michael has an idea, we have a friggin cat, she'll definitely chase that mouse out from there right? So Michael brings P-Kitty into our room and we anticipate that her keen cat sense will send her running to the entertainment center, chase out the mouse, and our work will be done. That damn cat, nonchalantly walks up to the entertainment center, right near where the mouse is sitting, sniffs around, and then walks aways and lays down on the floor, giving us this look like, "was there something you needed, because you really interrupted me from something very important". Great! We have a cat that could care less about chasing mice! What are the odds??? So Michael moves the entertainment center again, and this time the mouse goes to run. Well... now P-Kitty sees him run, so she darts off after him, apparently she was thinking that mouse was one of her cat nip toys until the sucker actually moved. She really didn't know what to do, as she has never chased a mouse in her entire life. She kind of batted at him, as she ran after him, but clearly she was confused as to what her role was in this war. She managed to chase him into one of our floor fans, where he just sat there, taunting her and Michael. So I told Michael that was perfect, we could just carry the fan outside ( or HE rather could just carry the fan outside, because I wasn't getting close to that sucker if my life depended on it) and then he could run away to the field and live happily ever after. So Michael takes the fan outside and the little shit STILL doesn't come out. Since the mouse was sitting at the bottom of the fan, the fan blades weren't anywhere near him, so Michael gets the bright idea that he'll turn the fan on, on low, so that the wind scares the mouse into running away.... well... it was starting to work... that was of course until the fan tipped over and Michael heard a **thunk** noise and announced that "we had a little bit of an accident"..... yes... the furry little mouse had fallen victim to the blades of our fan. So Michael had to open the fan, and remove the dead mouse, and bury him in the backyard, next to the frog he buried the day before. Needless to say, we didn't have a very good weekend when it came to animals. Thank God P-Kitty made it through the weekend alive! So after our little mouse adventure, Michael and I headed off to Lowes and $100.00 later we were loaded down with the strongest in mouse artillery. It looked like we were headed to battle! We got some box that shocks them and stores there little corpses in there, as well as the little white traps that they walk into to eat the peanut butter, and then it closes and keeps there corpses in there as well, and we got loads and loads of poison to put in our attic. We were ready to fight these little suckers with everything they got. We want them little bastards to tell all their little mice friends that we Medlin's mean business and to take up residence in somebody else's house! So we'll see what happens, hopefully those traps and all that poison will do some good. I am not really sure I can handle another mouse sighting.

So this weekend was a nice reminder about what it's like to live in the country. P-Kitty is now, in attack mode, in fact, she sat in our bathroom the entire night, guarding to make sure no other mice were going to make it in. This morning though, she kind of lost her luster on the mouse hunt, as she now lays on her pillow in the spare bedroom taking a nap. All I can say is I hope one of those mice just come running across the floor today while Michael is at work, I may end up going into labor, or worse, I'll have to run across the street and talk my neighbor into coming and catching it. If anybody sees me driving around the Inland Empire today, it's because I have discovered another mouse and that there was no way in HELL I was going to stay in this house with that sucker loose, until my husband got home to catch it!!! Little bastards! This means war!!! On a side note, I do have my gun, maybe I can just shoot at them??? What do you think??? LOL

Just another week.... and that much closer to "D" Day!

Well another week has passed and of course it has been interesting as usual. I am now officially 35 weeks pregnant, 22lbs heavier than I was before I was with child, with boobs that make me wonder why I ever needed a boob job in the first place and a ton more emotional and irritable than I ever thought I'd imagine I would ever be. Last week Michael and I finished our very last childbirth education class. To be honest with you, I got a lot more out of it than I thought I ever would. Of course, like the overachieving scholar I have always been my entire life, I managed to charm the heart of my childbirth instructor and prompt hatred looks from the rest of my classmates. Of course, it could have been that I was the only one in the class that actually had a baby daddy as my coach, but I am thinking they were just jealous at my ability to "hee hee hoo" better then *they* could and that I could recite the birthing acronyms without even looking... yes... I am that damn good! LOL! Actually, in all seriousness, I really enjoy learning something new, whether it's child-birthing or anything else for that matter, I have always excelled in a classroom environment. I'm not shy by any means, and I am certainly not afraid to speak up in class when the instructor is trying to engage in a group discussion and I definitely am not afraid to speak up if I have the right answer to a question. That of course makes me the perfect student in the teacher's eyes and the kiss ass in the other students eyes. There was one girl in particular who didn't like me at all. She didn't speak to me, (of course I am sure she spoke *about* me in spanish to her mother who she had to translate the majority of the class to... but whatever) but I could see her horns come out whenever I walked in the room. She even made it a point, when I answered a question correctly, to make a snide remark like, "Oh looks like *somebody* has been memorizing the material". Whatever bitch.... don't be a hater! LOL... Ahhhh reminds me of high school! Anyways, after the end of class the teacher asked me to come on board as a patient advisory member for the hospital, which I thought was pretty cool, and I am actually really considering it.

Last week as we were leaving class though, I really had an overwhelming feeling that "D" Day (AKA Delivery Day) is a lot closer than I thought. Hell, I haven't even packed my bag yet! Granted I have made a beautiful list of what I'm going to pack, once I start packing, however, if I go into labor tomorrow, I may just be heading to the hospital without my Bob Marley CD's and Cucumber Melon Body Lotion and favorite body pillow to ease my labor stresses. I guess instead of writing about it on Blogger, I could be packing it, but of course that would be to easy right? Everything has been going well with my pregnancy, and I've even started to get a few contractions here and there. In fact, Michael and I decided yesterday evening to take a walk to the little fishing lake down the street from our house and on the way back realized that lots of walking can trigger going into labor. I had a few strong contractions, but nothing serious and they started to subside. I followed the rule (the one I learned in class thank you very much!) that if your under 38 weeks if you get more than 4 or 5 contractions in a one hour time period to go to the hospital, well I only had about 3 in a one hour time period and then a couple more a few hours later and then they stopped altogether, so I was good. I have this sinking suspicion, and I've said it from day one, that I think he may come earlier than his due date, so we'll see if that happens or not. All I care about is making to my baby shower this weekend without going into labor, after that, I'll be ok if he comes anytime after that. We have another Doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll see what the doc has to say. Michael says she looks like the witch from the Wizard of Oz, so every time we go he graces me with the musical theme from the Wizard of Oz and says, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too...." Although hilarious, it makes it really hard to look her in the eyes without laughing when she comes in the room.

Well, I better get back to masking my baseboards in Noah's nursery. We decided to tackle the painting project this weekend and.... well... it didn't come out as we had planned. All we managed to do was primer the walls, and somehow, in the process all the masking tape I had on my baseboards had peeled it's way off, so now I have to re mask all the baseboards, so Michael can come home tonight and paint at least one of the walls. I am not really sure how it's going to look, but Michael assured me if it came out really shitty, he would bribe his cousin Eddie, who is a painter in Huntington Beach, with a few cases of beer to come up and redo the room. So I'm hoping for the best! I swear, men just can't seem to understand the importance of a good nursery. Michael keeps saying that Noah isn't going to have a clue what his nursery looks like when he comes home and that he'll be spending most of his time in our room, which of course he is correct, but still..... I just won't feel complete and ready for Noah's arrival until I know my Lake Marsh Green and Bay Bronze Beige painted walls look perfect equipped with little safari animals adorning the room. It's just a female thing I tell you! Men just don't get it!

Welcome to the neighborhood!

Well I can let out a huge sigh of relief as Michael and I are FINALLY *mostly* settled in our new home. Now, when I say "mostly" it means that there are a few loose ends that need to be settled before we can "officially" be settled in... one of those being, Noah's nursery! But, we can't really get the nursery together until we get our baby furniture, and I won't be getting that until my baby shower in a week and a half, so for now, Noah's room sits untouched until then. To be honest with you it's driving me crazy though! I keep walking in there every day and get one more genius idea about what I want to do, but lack the ability. Last night I told Michael that I was going to go to Lowes this week and buy some primer for the walls and pick out the paint and buy all the painting stuff so I can have that done before the shower... however, my overprotective husband informed me that I was to not take that project on by myself... damn! For the record, how pissed do you think he'd be with me if he came home from work one night this week to find I had painted the nursery by myself??? Hmmmm.... I am really debating on doing it, just for shits and giggles to test him to see if he really would be pissed off at me, and earlier this morning I actually had my car keys in hand and was ready to head off to Lowes.... however, I decided to not test the wrath of my husband who is obviously looking out for the best interest of his wife who is a few days short of being 35 weeks pregnant. So for now, Noah's nursery painting project is on hold(at least until I can scam somebody into coming up and helping me then he would have no excuse to be mad at me.... LOL)

Moving was so hectic! When I moved from my parents house to San Clemente, it was hectic, but really not that bad, I was moved in and enjoying a cocktail on my patio looking at the ocean in two days. When I moved from San Clemente to Loma Linda, that was a breeze! Again, I was moved in and was enjoying a cocktail on my patio in 2 days. Moving from Loma Linda to Llano..... not so much of a breeze, especially when your 8 months pregnant! Our house closed escrow on the 24th of April, however, we did not know our house was going to close escrow on the 24th until the 23rd at 5pm! Aside from the fact that Michael was in Sacramento and not scheduled to be home until the 25th around 1pm, but I was not even close to being packed! A few weeks previous I had boxed up our DVDs and a few misc. things in our office, but that was it, my entire house needed to be boxed up and ready to move that weekend! So of course, like the mad woman I am, I went into crazy mode and hauled ass home that night to start my packing process. I spent the evening packing and the entire next day and night packing and the entire morning, before Michael came home packing. Of course all the while cursing my husband for not being home and wondering why he hadn't hired a UHaul truck for when he got back so we could move all in one shot. I was on the verge of going nuts! I thought for sure that when Michael got home that Saturday afternoon, he'd find me rocking myself back and forth in the fetal position, foaming at the mouth and cradling the new Glock 45 handgun he bought me while singing "It's a Small World Afterall" in the middle of a boxed covered living room floor. I am not kidding you! In fact, I am greatly surprised that everybody came out of this moving situation alive because the insane pregnant lady was *this* close to snapping!

So Michael gets home Saturday afternoon and totally redeems himself by picking up a moving truck... THANK GOD!! Then my parents and brother and Alex came over and we loaded everything from our townhouse into the truck and headed to our new house. We got everything unloaded into the house by 7pm. However, we find that our main water service to the house was broken and we didn't have any water. Lucky enough my dad's a plumber! So he gave it a quick fix, just for the night so Michael and I could shower, and then he was going to come up the next day to make a permanent fix for us. So I take a nice hot shower, throw up my dinner because I am so overwhelmed with the stress of the past few days, and then pass out. The next morning Michael headed out to go get everything from his storage unit. I figured what a perfect time to sleep in and rest before my mom and dad got back up here so we could start unboxing.... well... that was a nice idea until the loud chimes of my doorbell wake me up.......

Standing at my front door is the President of the water board, the post-man(who was off-duty of course and looking like he was ready to go play a round of golf) and a man from the water department. Apparently our "quick fix" on our water meter so we could shower the night before, didn't exactly hold and we had a lake running down our street. So I had to explain to these men, that Yes, I was the owner of this home, no, I was NOT a squatter and that I didn't fragrantly turn the water on, and Yes a plumber would be up in a few hours to make the permanent repair. Now the community we live in, called Crystalaire, is comprised mostly of people in their early to mid 40's up to their 80's, as this is a golf course community, so the people that live here are mostly well-established or retired. Everybody knows everybody here. So here these men are, looking at me standing at my front door with my PJ's on, pregnant and in my mid-20's wondering what in the hell I was doing living here. So of course the bared of questioning came as to why I decided to move here, if I had family here and where I came from before. I could see the look of concern on their faces when I said I came from the good ol' 909 and I could see the envisionments in their eyes that the white trash has moved to the neighborhood and Iam sure they are waiting for the first car to go up on jackstands in our front yard and for all the fat bald beer drinking, wife beater wearing friends of my husbands to come up and reek havoc on their beautiful golf course...... There goes the neighborhood the I.E. has moved in!!!

After my nosey neighbors left, I figured I'd just as well get started unpacking. Shortly after my mom showed up and started putting my kitchen away while my dad fixed our broken water main. I was hoping that I could get everything unboxed, but once Michael got back from his storage unit, it became very clear to me that that was not going to happen. This man has EVERYTHING and when I saw everything, I mean it. He has at least 5 different dressers, and coffee tables and end-tables, not to mention the million and one boxes of unknown treasures! We were able to get the kitchen and the bathrooms put together and arrange some furniture in the family room and formal living room, and that was it. The house was still covered in boxes and the end of packing was nowhere near in site. I seriously thought it'd take us a month to get some sort of normalcy going. Although Michael was going to take the next couple days off, we had so much to do, that we couldn't spend that time unpacking. We had to finish cleaning his drumset out of the garage at the old house, clean the old house, do the final walk thru, attend a doctor's appointment and childbirth classes as well as find the time to buy a new fridge and tv for our living room and pick up our washer and dryer. But thankfully my wonderful miricle worker grandma came up here and spent two days with me and we got the entire house put together! Pictures on the walls, nick-nacks on tables... everything to make a house a home. We left Michael's boxes in the garage and we'll go through those one at a time to decide what we're going to keep and what we're going to give away. We also left Michael's office alone so that he could put that together the way he wanted to. But for the most part our house is now a home, with the exception of a few minor details. So I can now rest a little easier at the thought of that.

Meanwhile, the real estate agent had still not taken down our "For Sale" sign which prompted us to get a visit from the "local law enforcement"..... Officer "Nosey- Triple A with a Gun and a Badge" (AKA California Highway Patrol) pulls up in front of our house one morning and saunters his way up to the front of the house. Now, I am not really sure what the hell he was doing off his ticket patrol on Highway 138, but apparently according to Mr. Chip On His Shoulder, he patrols our area "alot". It was very apparent that this guy really thought he was the Sheriff of Mayberry and was ready to right the wrongs on this little Country Club Community. I am sure if I ever had a stolen golf cart or my senior citizen neighbors got a little too wild at there weekly bridge game that this would be the man I would call to serve and protect me. So he starts giving us the line of questioning, asking if we were the owners and if we owned the house, how come the For Sale sign was still up in the front yard. He also scanned to see Michael's big truck and our 5th wheel trailer, all which are registered to one of Michael's businesses in Nevada for obviously cheaper reasons, and asks if we were moving in from Nevada...... freakin nosy jackass. He claimed that he drove up to our house last week and saw a sliding glass door from our patio to the side of the house open, with some wires hanging down and now he drives up here again and sees our truck in the driveway. So we explained to Officer Bad-ass that in the process of buying a home, that all sorts of inspectors are up here to make sure everything is good with the house and sometimes they don't take enough care to close doors and windows, and that the wires that were hanging down belonged to the Direct TV Satellite Dish that had been disconnected on the roof. We also assured him that we were the legal owners of this home and that since we only closed escrow a few days ago, the real estate agency hadn't gotten around to taking our sign down yet. After he left Michael and I started thinking that this guy was probably not on patrol up here, but probably more interested in buying the house or he may have been the other person interested in making an offer, so he probably drove by frequently to see what was going on. Funny thing is, it's been a week since the "concerned officer" paid us a visit, and I haven't seen him drive by here once. For somebody who patrols the area "alot" I sure haven't seen the likes of him around here! So needless to say I got on the phone with the real estate agent and told them to get that sign down ASAP before the SWAT team invaded us. I swear... something about moving to a small community..... I think everybody has walked their dog and driven their golf cart up past our house at least 50 times in an effort to see who the new neighbors are.... I was thinking of doing something really hillbilly and crass like hang a big confederate flag out in the front yard and blow up one of those inflatable pools and sit in it and wave at everybody when they go by.... but I haven't quite executed that plan yet. Maybe once I get everything moved in then I'll move on to tormenting my neighbors..... Hell yeah... the 909 has moved to the Country Club! Shhhhhiiiiitttttt howdy!

Getting ready for life to change.

So I am officially 8 months pregnant! Wow.... I can't even believe have fast the time has gone by. I guess maybe because Michael and I always have so much going on or because I've had a very easy pregnancy, but it seems like the past 32 weeks have just flown by. Which I suppose is a good thing because I've heard from so many other women that their pregnancy just drug on, but in the same token, it feels like it's going too fast and I am starting to panic that I am not prepared!

Our childbirth education class started last Monday and let me tell you, I definitely started to feel that overwhelmed feeling shortly after. Believe it or not, Michael and I were the oldest couple in there, (yes... I was the oldest mom there) and out of all 6 couples, Michael and I were only 1 of 3 couples where the father was present, the others had mom's, sisters or friends as the coaches. It was a three hour class and it actually was very informative and very eye-opening. All I could think about was, "should I be taking notes like in college?" I seriously felt like that, because I am so deathly afraid of forgetting something important and choking on delivery day. It's kind of sobering to think that in 8 weeks or even less, I'm going to be going through childbirth.... holy shit..... I don't know if I am ready for this yet.... ::gulp::

Michael and I's house is *supposed* to close escrow this Friday, but we're still waiting from some final minor things from the escrow company, but we're stilling keeping our fingers crossed for this Friday. You'd think I'd be packing already, but since we don't have an answer on if it'll be this Friday or not, rather then sit amongst boxes I am waiting to get the final say so. Of course our house closing escrow comes at the most stressful time, it never fails right? With Michael scheduled to have business trips these next two weeks and it being is birthday next Thursday, everything is up in the air until we get a final answer on when our house closes escrow. Personally, I think it won't close till next week, but I am really hoping it closes this Friday instead, at least giving us a week to vacate our current home, as opposed to rushing to vacate it in one day... so we'll see!

Ahhhh! All I want to do is get moved in and get the babies nursery complete, maybe then I'll feel a little more at ease and this whole unprepared feeling will finally go away..... I keep saying though.... watch him come early. See I have this feeling, and hopefully I'm wrong, but I keep thinking Noah is going to grace us with his presence earlier than expected. David's girlfriend Alex is betting that he's going to come around the last week of May.... so we'll see. When we had our 4D ultrasound they told me that my belly is pretty small and he looks awfully cramped in there, so that within itself got me a little freaked out that he'll force his way out of there sooner, or that my Doctor will tell me I need a C-Section, so we'll see as the next few weeks progress. But for now, I am just trying to focus on the day to day in an effort to NOT stress myself out! So tonight... back to childbirth education where we will be going over the ENTIRE birthing process..... YIKES!

Talk about alot of catching up to do... but what else is new with me?

Well.... it's been a bit since my last blog.... although it totally hasn't been my fault this time... REALLY!! I've actually had the time to blog about the updates in my life, however, just have lacked the ability..... sooooo totally not my fault! The only real long term access I've had to the internet over the past few weeks has been my Blackberry, just to check emails and things here and there, and since Michael has been here and gone alot on business these past few weeks and takes the laptop with him, and I am now unemployed, I've been cut off from the world! Ok.... maybe not that dramatic or anything, but still... I haven't had the good ol' internet at the drop of a hat these days... so thanks to Michael leaving his laptop at home today for me, I've been able to accomplish the important things I've been missing out on.... Ya know... checking up on blogs, and looking at pictures on Myspace... ya know... life therneanting stuff like that. Wait... I did manage to pay my cable bill this morning... so that within itself was productive, because lord knows since I am now unemployed, that if I miss paying my cable bill and have it stuff off... I may miss one of the old school episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 on the Soap Net that I have grown accustomed to watching daily and reliving the 90's. LOL

Ok, so on to my updates. Obviously, in a previous blog, I had talked about our Palm Springs office closing on April 1st, so... I have now joined the millions of people in this Country that are unemployed. A few days a week though, for a few hours, I have been going into the Riverside office to do a few things here and there that have to do with the closing of our Palm Springs office, but unfortunately, that work is starting to become less and less for me, because all the loose ends are starting to get all tied up. Let me tell you... I am really having a hard time with not working. I have never, in all my life, not woken up in the morning and had a "purpose". Whether it was full time school or full time work for both of them, I have never had the opportunity to wake up and go "hmmmm... what should I do today?" It's a really strange feeling for me. I know that Michael and I had already decided that once the baby came I was going to stay home with him, but that's different. At least I knew that when I wasn't working then, I had a responsibility to take care of our son, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be sitting on the coach munching on bonbons and watching Days of Our Lives, because taking care of a child and a household is a full time job for sure. But now, I've got 2 months before Noah gets here. Everybody keeps saying... "Enjoy this time and get some rest because you'll appreciate it in a few months when your not sleeping"..... and I know that's the truth... but goodness gracious when my little mental alarm goes off at 7am telling me to wake the hell up and do something productive it drives me crazy!!!!!

On my last blog I talked about Michael and I making an offer on a house, and since then, the bank accepted our offer and our new home went into escrow, which is set to close and have us move in *hopefully* on the 24th of April..... yes.... I know... 11 days from now! Hopefully everything goes through with it by then, especially since we're supposed to be out of our townhouse no later than May 2nd!!! We went for our home inspection last Sunday, and everything was amazing in that house. There were, of course, a few minors things that need attention. One of the two water heaters is in need of being replaced, and there is a tiny leak under one of the dual sinks in the master bathroom, and the filters need to be replaced in both of the air conditioning units.... big deal. However, the seller didn't have the propane tank filled prior to our home inspection so there was no way to test the heat or the range or the hot water... so we have to wait for the seller to fill up the propane tank and have those modalities inspected before FHA will accept the loan... so we're hoping that won't delay our escrow process any further. Also, the seller is supposed to cover the septic tank inspection as well as the termite inspection, and as far as I know of, that has yet to be done yet as well.... so we'll see if come May 2nd, Michael and I are living out of our 5th wheel trailer in the backyard at my parents house. I guess as opposed to blogging, I could be getting our house boxed up, but to be honest with you, I already used up all the boxes Michael brought home for me, and it didn't actually pack much of anything in those boxes either. I think most of those boxes were DVD's and a few misc. things from my downstairs coat closet and from the desk in the spare bedroom.... and those few things filled up 5 boxes already!!!! I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting process. Moving into a 3500 square foot home is supposed to be easy coming from an 1,100 square foot town home.... but you also have to factor in the 4 bedroom house that Michael has packed up in a storage unit in Lancaster..... and the fact that all of the shit I accumulated in the 2 years and 3 months I have lived in my current home(along with a husband and his belongings and all sorts of wedding gifts to boot) I imange this isn't going to be a pretty picture come moving day... especially when one of the parties moving is 8 months pregnant! It's times like these when a nice strong drink are in order.

On the baby front, everything is going great! I've been really lucky to have such an easy pregnancy so far, but I am starting to really feel pregnant now. Last week, with Michael out of town again, I decided that I was going to clean the house, top to bottom in an effort to pass my free time. Well... I made it through the entire downstairs and dusted the bedroom, and cleaned the two upstairs toilets, but somehow or another, my poor body would just not allow me to finish vacuuming the upstairs and finish cleaning the two upstairs bathrooms. I was done! My back was so sore and I felt like I was 90 years old. The easiest tasks, such as bending down to pick something up, I am really starting to feel. But, considering I am 31 weeks pregnant, that could very well be expected. I haven't quite hit the almighty "20 pound weight gain" mark just yet... but I am teetering very close to it! Some days I am 17 pounds and others I am 19 pounds... but either way.... I haven't reached that point yet!!!!

The reality that I have a newborn on the way.... VERY VERY SOON.. is finally starting to hit me alot more now. Michael and I had one of those 4D ultrasounds done about a week and a half about and it was truly amazing. Of course, and you can defiantly tell this kid is going to be stubborn as hell, just like both of his parents, because he decided he was going to sleep instead of be awake during the ultrasound. Now, since I could first start to feel Noah around 5 months, he has not stopped moving the entire time! I swear to you that kid is boxing the inside of my uterus like a punching bag 24/7, but the day that he's going to be on camera.... nooooooo.... he decides it's nap time! Both Michael and I tried talking to him to get him to move his little hands that we're covering his face, and all he managed to do was move his hands from in front of his face, to his ears, as to cover them and tell us, "Shut the hell up... I am sleeping!" After a few more minutes of poking at him and talking, he finally started to wake up and move around, in fact, at one point, he crossed his arms across his chest and started frowning and pouting.... obviously he was not pleased with the fact that we had disturbed his sleep..... I am sure I'll probably get a few months of payback on that one. When I am pacing back and forth at 4AM begging my child to go to sleep, he's going to be saying.... "Yeah mom, that's what you get for disturbing my sleep.... how does it feel??" All and all though, we got some amazing shots of him on the ultrasound and it really was a very emotional experience. You see the regular grainy ultrasound shots at your Doctor's appointments and your not sure if what your looking at is a head or a foot or a knee or what, and you feel that little body move inside of you all day, but you don't realize how real it is until you can look at your child, thanks to modern technology, and see exact distinctions of his little face and body. It really was very wonderful, and anybody who's pregnant, I highly suggest getting a 4D ultrasound done, because they are amazing and worth every penny.

Last week, Michael and I went on a tour of the maternity ward and hospital at St. Bernardines, where we will be having Noah. I actually have insurance through Kaiser, but Kaiser instructed me that they were in the process of remodeling their labor and delivery ward at the Fontana hospital and that they were referring all labor and delivery patients to St. B's instead. Which I was ok with because I had heard St. B's had private rooms and was a reputable hospital. The hospital puts on a free tour and dinner for prospective patients a couple times a month, so Michael and I went last Tuesday to check it out. Holy crap.... obviously there is something in the water because there were about 50 pregnant couples there taking the same tour. I told Michael it's because the economy is bad, and instead of people going out and doing stuff and spending money, they are just staying home and having sex! The tour was very nice. The hospital was very clean and the rooms were very nice and I really felt comfortable in that hospital. In fact, it was very strange discussing things like epidurals, and how many people are allowed in your room during your delivery, and seeing the bed where in 9 short weeks, I'll be delivering. It was another very real experience. I had to laugh because I have been one of those people that hasn't gotten into the whole "new age" of pregnancy or labor and delivery. I've taken care of myself just fine, and have read the books, and to be honest with you, have the shit they try to pump your head with is ridiculous. Eating organically, and hiring a mid-wife or a doulla to assist in your pregnancy and pain management. People are watching way too much of "The Baby Story" these days, that;s for sure. One woman, in our group, actually asked the nurse, "Excuse me... do you guys keep any birthing balls on hand?" and the nurse, who looks like she's been a nurse since the beginning of time said, "Honey, let me tell you, you are NOT going to feel liking bouncing around on a ball while your in labor and frankly, we're not going to allow you to, I know it's all nice and wonderful what you watch on the "Baby Story" but that just isn't a reality here". It was so funny! Seriously, the way I look at it, epidurals are done everyday to millions and millions of women and everything is fine for both the mother and baby. I would rather be comfortable, managing my pain, so that when my kid comes out, I am not so riddled with exhaustion and pain that I can't focus on the enjoyment of holding my son for the first time. I don't want to be bouncing on a ball or have some crazy woman sticking needles in my ankles or massaging my pressure points... no way... put me in my bed, stick me with my needle, and leave me alone to deliver my child with minimal pain. End of story. That's MY birth plan thank you very much! Tonight Michael and I start our Childbirth Education classes so I am pretty sure I am in for another dose of a reality check this evening. I can't believe that when these classes are done, I'll be 35 weeks pregnant... YIKES!!! That's crazy!!! He'll be here before I know it!!

And the "great home debacle of 09" continues

So this weekend marks weekend number 4 of the "Great Home Debacle 09". I am starting to think maybe I should get T-shirts made up and sell them for extra cash, or maybe even contact one of those networks like HGTV or TLC and have them film this for some reality TV show, because I assure you this experience has been nothing short of something that needs to be documented for the entire world to see! Or maybe I just think that because it's happening to me, either way, this has been something that never fails to make me shake my head and wonder, "Is this normal?" This weekend, however, was probably the most disastrous and crazy and frustrating weekends of them all.

Last weekend we came across "The House" located in Phelan. It was everything Michael and I had wanted and more! So we were all set to make an offer, but took one last drive down that gnarly dirt road and decided that it would be too hard to move us, with a new baby, so far off a main road. So after much deliberation we decided not to make an offer and cancel our search in Phelan and Oak Hills, and move our search to.. ::gulp:: The Antelope Valley. Yes.. I know... I said I'd NEVER move there, but the houses up there, especially in Quartz Hill, are nice homes in nice neighborhoods and close to Michael's work, making it the logical decision for our new family. So I figured at least it was worth checking it out, considering it would be the most affordable for us. So we contacted an agent, who the girls in Michael's office had used many times, and gave her what we were looking for, and we were all planned to check these houses out on Sunday.

So after being at the racetrack all day Saturday, and not home till late, Michael and I get up early on Sunday, brave through the torrential rain storm and head up to meet our real estate agent at 11:00 AM in Lancaster. Now, our last agent, Tami, was totally great! She was really down to Earth, very positive, not pushy or salesie, just a great person to deal with. In fact, we would have kept her as our agent, but she can't access any MLS listings in the Antelope Valley and she doesn't know the area, so we had to go with another agent. We had heard that this new agent, which came recommended by almost all of Michael's co-workers, was really good, so we had no problem putting our trust in her. But let me tell you, once we met her, we had an entirely different opinion of her.... Or at least *I* did. First of all, she comes rolling into the parking lot in a Mercedes SUV, wearing a fur coat, and looking to be in her early 70's, and probably had a little bit of work done.... if you know what I mean. In fact, if any of you are fans of the show Two and A Half Men, she is EXACTLY like Evelyn Harper... you know.. Charlie and Allen's real estate agent mother... to a TEE! I was so used to the Ford truck and the jeans that our other real estate Tami used to show up in when she would show us some houses.... but whatever... I was going to listen and be open-minded. So we sit down and she hands me a folder... yes... a HUGE Remax folder filled with all these listings and of course equipped with two copies of her own personal Real Estate Magazine with her picture nice and huge on the front. I can't even look at the properties fast enough before she rips one listing out of my hand and throws another one in there. My head was literally spinning! All I wanted to do was eat my Marie Callender's Corn Bread and drink my Sprite quietly while looking over these properties, but NOOOOO... "Evelyn Harper" is tossing properties at me left and right all the while saying, "You know you really need to make your move on a house NOW, because we're running out of inventory... this isn't going to be a buyers market for much longer".... blah blah blah..... sales sales sales! I was already sick of the women and I had only spent a half hour with her... I could tell this was going to be a lovely day!

So she decides that she's going to drive us in her car, to the 6 properties that we were going to be seeing. Good God almighty, I wish, at that moment in time, that I had made out a will in advance. We're driving down the road, she's talking on her cell phone WHILE taking off her fur coat and scarf! I am not kidding you when I say I think we got close to hitting almost every single car on the road, not to mention I am sure we wore the brakes out on her little Mercedes SUV from all the slamming on them she did. And this broad has the audacity to say.... "Can you believe I got a ticket a few weeks ago for talking on the cell phone? I haven't had a ticket in years".... Please lady... I highly doubt that! I am surprised I didn't get car sick! Poor Michael is in the front seat being subjected to "Evelyn Harpers" scatterbrained ramblings while clutching the "Oh Shit" handle for dear life... and occasionally shouting out a "WATCH OUT" whenever she decided to flip an illegal U-Turn in the middle of a street without looking or when her car started to veer over the center line because she was so engrossed in her conversation about NOTHING that she forgot she was operating a motor vehicle! So we make it to the first house ALIVE, where I am tempted to get out and kiss the ground and call a friggin taxi cab, and the house was very nice. It was located in a nice neighborhood and it was well taken care of, all wood floors, very nice layout.... but offered at about $90,000 more than we wanted to really spend.... our wise and wonderful real estate agent instructed us that we could offer them about $30,000 less and *maybe* they would accept it, as the owners we're looking to move to Morro Bay, and she *thinks* they may have even found a house...... I don't know... as nice as it was, it still really wasn't worth spending the extra $60,000 OVER what we were really looking to spend... I know that the house didn't really speak to me.

So back in the death mobile we go to the rest of our houses, and again, we were EXTREMLY disappointed. Not only did she take us to houses which were well above the price we originally told her we were looking to spend, but they were all houses that would require TONS of work and located in a track where your right on top of your neighbors. Michael and I agreed that we wouldn't mind going over our initial price, if it was a house that was really worth it to us and it was something we knew we just couldn't live without.... these houses however weren't even CLOSE to cutting the mustard! So we go to see the last house of the day, already feeling like we've wasted our time. The last home is located in Llano, which is about 20 minutes away from the 15 freeway on the 138, in a rural area. It would be about 25 minutes away from Michael's work in Lancaster and about 45 minutes away from our current home in Loma Linda. The house was located in this little community called Crystalaire and let me tell you my jaw hit the floorboard of "Mr. Toad's Wild Ride" when I saw this area. It was BEAUTIFUL! Nice paved streets with streetlights, nice BIG homes where the lawns are taken care of and there are no cars up on jack-stands in the front yard, there's a private golf course and Country club located in the community that is equipped with a fishing lake, tennis courts and a swimming pool. All the houses were located on very large lots so you have neighbors, but your not on top of them. I was already really digging this already. I could picture myself walking Noah to the Country club in his stroller to go swimming in the summer time, and I was already planning how I'd learn to play some tennis, WITHOUT even seeing the house yet! So we pull up the the house, which is the last house on the street, and by far, the house with the very best view, out the back you had a beautiful view of the valley and out the front you had a beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains! This house was GORGEOUS, SPECTATULAR!!! A house that dreams are made of! It had a HUGE layout with lots of cabinets space, an AMAZING kitchen with oak cabinets, large bedrooms, an office... hell it even had it's own motorhome garage! We couldn't believe our eyes all I could think about was, "Hmmmm I wonder where I will be putting the coach".... Then... the kicker... it was $100,000 MORE than we were looking to spend! Ouch! Are you serious? Let me wipe my tears and head back to the death trap so I can die miserably in a head on collision driving down Highway 138.

Now, it's not like this house still wasn't a bargain, because it really was. This is the type of home that you could easily double your money on in 2 years once the market goes back up, no question about it. You know that this house is the best investment of it all because it's not something you have to repair or put money into, it's something that will naturally make it's way back up to the top of the market. I could tell Michael was really digging on this house too, so we told "Evelyn Harper" to take us back to the office, and we'd look at the payments and see if it was something we were willing to do at such a high amount over what we were looking to spend. We make it up to the real estate office in one piece, with the other real estate vultures. Our agent tells us, that the listing agent of the house said he has received several calls about that house, of people stating they were going to make an offer, but no offers on the table as of this point. So "Evelyn Harper" decides she's going to attempt to use the computer to show us what our down-payment would be and what our monthly payments would be... and when I say "attempted" she failed MISERABLY. All she managed to do was screw up everything in this system, and confuse the shit out of us, making us think that we'd be spending $12,000 out of pocket and have almost a $2,300 a month house payment. Michael and I kinda gave each other the whole, "Let's get the fuck out of here before she ties us up and forces us to make an offer" look and kindly told the real estate agent from hell that we needed to think about it. Of course at that point she told us to leave a $3,000 check "just in case" because there were 4 offers on that table on this house. Hmmmm that's funny... about 15 minutes ago she said there were NO offers.... Fancy footwork "Evelyn" but we're not biting!

So on the way home, and more frustrated than before, we started running over all the houses we saw and kind of decided that we needed to head our search back to Phelan and Pinion Hills, and Highland and North San Bernardino. We even contacted our old agent and told her to start looking at the house we almost made an offer on, on Smith Road, and another house we were contemplating on Windermere, as well as start looking for new properties for us to look at. Totally defeated and totally back to square one. Even on Monday, I started listing properties to get information on and sent them to Tami so we could head back out this weekend. Of course the entire day I kept getting barraded with emails from the crazy ass "Evelyn Harper" telling me how much of a great opportunity it was and that we didn't have to offer the asking price, we could offer lower, and it's worth a shot and blah blah blah. Well she then told us she had done her math wrong and the payments would be lower and so would the out of pocket expenses. Michael told her to offer a lowball price and insist that the seller cover our closing costs. Well.. again, our "GREAT" President announces on Monday his bank bailout plan, which includes that all bad debts, which include bank owned homes, will be paid off. So what bank in their right minds is going to take a low offer on a house, just to get rid of it, ESPECIALLY a house like this which is in perfect condition and can easily rebound from a poor housing market, when the government is just going to take care of it if it doesn't sell?? Well the broker of the house told our agent that it's not worth offering a price so low, because the lender won't even consider it. Gee.... Ya think???? So once again, a tiny glimmer of hope... shot to shit... then...

......Last night, while Michael is on the road in Northern California on business, (and in a foul mood as usual when he's out of town might I add.. but that's neither here nor there, I just thought I'd like to add the fact that I'm not really a fan of my husbands attitude when he's out of town on business because he takes all his stresses out on me...... but anyways... enough of my bitching about my cranky ass husband) he asks me(and actually at this point he hadn't yet reached his foul mood moment) which of the houses, out of all that I had seen that I liked the best. Well obviously I told him the house that was $100,000 out of our price range was my favorite, but know that that house just isn't a possibility for us. Well.. remember earlier how I told you we'd be willing to up our price if we found a house we couldn't live without.... well.... apparently we both found a house we couldn't live without! Apparently he talked to the guy who he has the home loan through and he said that, our insane real estate agent was wrong and that we're really only looking at $7,000 to $8,000 out of pocket and a $1,800 to $1,900 a month house payment... which is only about $200- $300 dollars more a month than we were looking to spend.. so we decided that we would be willing to spend the extra money a month and make an offer on the house. Yes, the house of our dreams! We're going to offer the asking price, but stipulate that we want $12,000 of closing costs covered as well as they have to pay for the septic and termite and roof inspection and we want a 30 day escrow. Michael and "Evelyn Harper" struck up that deal at about 12:30 this morning thru phone calls and emails( oh yeah.. and just to let you know... he had already reached his foul grumpy ass shitty pants attitude about 3 hours earlier.... just in case you were wondering when Dr. Jeckyl makes his evening appearances when Michael is away.. lol) and they were submitting the offer to the bank this morning. Soooooooooooo.... we shall keep our fingers crossed and see what they say..... who knows... if everything works out right, this nightmare may actually soon be over..... and then we can focus on the second nightmare... MOVING!!!! UGH! LOL

So.... think about us tonight and hope that the bank accepts our offer on the house so that my husband has one less thing to stress about and that he isn't such a cranky puss when he's away on business. Grrrrrrrr........ If women are cranky they are "overemotional" and "bitches".... if men are cranky they are just "overwhelmed" and have an "excuse"... Explain to me how that works??? Seriously.... I'd like to know..... Anyways... enough of my ramblings... here's hoping we get the house and that my husband isn't a complete turd tonight!!