I Can Read!

Book club. I'm going to love it, I can just feel it! This month we're reading The Bright Side of Disaster by Katherine Center. I'm excited. I loved, loved her other book so much; I'm sincerely looking forward to this one. I think we have a great group of girls assembled, all who love to read and have a night off! I'm anxious for everyone to start getting to know everyone else and it becoming completely comfortable.

I got home last night, mortified, however. When I'm nervous or anxious or flustered or the attention is on me, I get wordy. I talk way too much. So, I found myself chatting a LOT last night. I'm sure I embarrassed myself several times... I complained to Isaac about this and he just kind of laughed, like it was a given and something everyone knows about me, so not to be too hard on myself. I just wish I had clammed up instead! You would think a grown woman would have control over these things by now...Luckily I had a lovely peppermint hot chocolate to distract me part of the time.

I sincerely love my life. Things are so good right now. I'm again amazed at what a night off with friends will do for a state of mind. Such a simple thing, but so necessary to my sanity!

What's in my head today:

(every beat of the heart, railway children: this song reminds me of high school and one of my best friends. i lost track of it several years ago and for some reason convinced myself it was by the mighty lemon drops. i kept getting frustrated that i couldn't find it by them (i wasn't about to ask my sister and admit to not remembering it!). this past week while cleaning up my music library, i stumbled onto it again and felt like an idiot that i had the band wrong all this time. good news is that i've been singing it ever since!)

Ye Of Little Faith

I'm not known for my great faith. It's something I've always struggled with. I vastly prefer data and proof and assurances and hand holding. I've never been one to jump and do something just because. If it's stupid, it's stupid and no, you won't be able to talk me into it!

We were approved to buy the new house. Financing is fine (apparently if you have no debt and good credit, you don't need to sell your house first to be approved...who knew?), offer was accepted. We could technically close the week of Thanksgiving. Neither of us FEEL one way or the other. Actually, that's not entirely true. We both think if we can swing it, it's a really good move for us, with Isaac feeling we should try. If we could sell this house tomorrow, we'd buy the new house in a heartbeat, no question. But since that isn't going to happen, we are looking over our finances very carefully and making sure that, worst case, we can swing two mortgages for awhile (which, TECHNICALLY - ON PAPER, we can). We aren't anticipating this house not selling for a long period of time, but who knows? Since we haven't sold our house yet, we can't put a full 20% down like we would like. That increases our payment. Once we sell the house, we can pay up to the 20% and get rid of the mortgage insurance payment and all will be well. Where's the wealthy relative to borrow the rest of the 20% down payment when you need them?

So, the options are these:
1. Go for it, full tilt. Remember how to eek out every penny to cover the bills and live like beyond poor college students until the house sells all the while PRAYING Isaac doesn't have a crap month of work. Know that once our house sells, we'll actually come out even or ahead.

2. Resubmit our offer contingent on our house selling first. Understand that our great rate may go away as well as having someone else buy the new house out from under us.

3. Option 1 while trying to rent our current house, knowing that we may not find renters.

4. Withdraw our offer and stay where we are, never to speak of this week again.

5. Buy it, not try to sell current house and just rent it (blech).

6. Become friends with someone who has an extra $15,000 to loan us until the house sells, at which time we can totally pay them back.

I'm thinking option 6 is the most doable, right? If only someone could tell me when this house would sell. Then I could comfortably make a decision...

The song that's in my head:

(science is real, they might be giants - thanks, sammy...)

Did I Mention Chuck Has Been Renewed? And More Episodes Ordered?

I found lovely dark chocolate flannel sheets last week on an amazing sale. Combined with coupons, we ended up with one heck of a deal and not a moment too soon. I have been freezing every night and I think the shock of the cold sheets were *this* close to shocking my heart, never to recover! Ok, maybe not, but I was darn cold.

I washed them and we finally remembered to put them on the bed last night. It was HEAVEN. Warm and comfy and the perfect vehicle to dream of Chuck (This one, definitely not this one, in case you were wondering...); which is where I found myself this morning: in our cave like bedroom, snuggled into the warm chocolate flannel sheets, dreaming of Chuck professing his undying love to me when I hear Isaac say, "TAWNYA!" and start shaking my shoulder.

There is NEVER shoulder shaking happening in this house. Never. Sammy wakes us up and we play chicken until Isaac inevitably gets up with him and I wish I could sleep for just a few more minutes and then we all start our day. So, of course, I wonder who has died to cause the shoulder shaking and set up with a start. It was just after 7, which means we ALL slept in, but, weirdly, I COULD NOT remember the day to save my life. Even after Isaac told me it was Tuesday, I still had this completely blank mind and absolutely no reference for the day. It was the strangest feeling and took me a full few minutes to realize that my 7 am grocery shopping appointment was going to have to be quick this morning, since I was late getting up. I jumped up, headed to the bathroom, checked Sammy's room and realized he isn't in bed. I frantically ran back to our room and asked where Sammy was. He'd curled up into Isaac's side, blissful as well.

Those, my friend, are powerful sheets...

Music for a time warp-y Tuesday:

(duffy, mercy)

Can You Compost While Wearing Louboutins? (aka: can I BE any more of a contridiction?)

Thank you all for not making me feel like a raging hypocrite. I still feel like one, but I'm sure I'll get over it. In my new house. Ha! I kid... We've spent the weekend praying and thinking and researching and have decided that it wouldn't hurt a thing to try. Especially after we found out how much the house was listed for originally. $30,000 off is one big 'ole screaming deal! We have some thoughts and places to start to even see if it's going to be possible, but even after seeing three other homes in our neighborhood for sale, we both still feel pretty positive about the whole thing. I'm am so far removed from stressing about it, which (of course) makes me believe that we aren't moving, but not stressing is good. If we don't move, we don't move. It's nice to be in a position of not HAVING to move. Makes this all a grand adventure instead! If we do move, however, I will be sad about losing my 26 freshly planted garlic bulbs.

I am gobsmacked it's November. Two months until 2010. That seems highly surreal. I absolutely love this time of year, though. There's no pressure. My schedule is open and flexible and if I want to hibernate for a couple of weeks, I can. LOVE. IT. I will be celebrating my wide open schedule today by reading my new book, finishing cleaning up my music library and making biscuits and gravy for dinner. Mmmmm. What a lovely Monday.

Music for a blase Monday:

(all these things that i've done, the killers)