4pm
Oh, thank heavens that after all this hoohaa with bank (still) losing our documents, a push and pull with the sellers, and an uncomfortable walk through where the seller was a little huffy (not about us, I don’t think, but I don’t think she wanted to move ever and her husband’s job did)…we closed on our house!!
We have a key. We can’t go in until 4pm as it states on our contract. FOUR PM is killing me.
I can’t wait!!!
Thankfully, oh so thankfully on this thankfullish holiday, all three kids get to be here to walk in with us together. Family style.
Posted by Melissa on November 26th, 2008 under Boyfriendlies, Moving, Spawn | 5 Comments »Updating Quickly
1. No word on where our financial documents are. Supposedly, they’re still one of the several branches of this bank since it was an in-house courier who last had it. I do not feel confident. Shockingly.
2. Craigslist is awesome and irritating all at once. Please buy my stuff, more of it. And don’t bring it back for god’s sake, why on earth did you bring that mattress BACK to my house! Also, adopt my cats.
3. Speaking of cat adoption. That is going assingly. If you put your pets up on Craigstlist, you’ll get approximately 3498574398674832 emails regarding shipping your cat to Maine or Botswana or Latvia for your cut of one million rupees. No one will actually be a nice family who would like a pretty cat.
4. I would like our house now. I would also like someone to pack up my house, I’ve packed three boxes and I’m exhausted.
5. If you are my boyfriend. HAHAHAHA. You are now financially bound with me.
Posted by Melissa on November 24th, 2008 under Boyfriendlies, Kittens, Moving | 5 Comments »So
It’s really hard to buy a house when since November 4th, you’ve been sending and resending documents to your bank. Finally on November 14th, you just hand ‘em all over in person.
And then they lose them.
And then you find out today, when your loan was supposed to be approved three days ago.
You can sign another extension on the contract, and you will.
But damn…I REALLY wonder who has our very private information and why doesn’t my bank have their shit together.
Posted by Melissa on November 20th, 2008 under Moving | 3 Comments »House Porn
You know you want it. November 26, it’s OURS OURS OURS!
There’s a nice big window in the dining room where the kids can stare at the closed pool until summer.
Posted by Melissa on November 12th, 2008 under Boyfriendlies, Moving, Spawn | 10 Comments »LUCK!!!
We found a house. A GORGEOUS house. I just know this is OUR house.
And we put in an offer…now we wait.
Am not good at waiting.
UPDATE:
They countered! Now we’re counter-countering!!
UPDATE UPDATE
WE GOT IT!!!!
Posted by Melissa on November 10th, 2008 under Boyfriendlies, Moving | 11 Comments »A haiku
Hello! Busy! Blog?
Pre-approved for home loan, yo.
Good buyer’s agents?
Posted by Melissa on November 3rd, 2008 under Boyfriendlies, Moving | 5 Comments »Five More Dwarves to Go
So, OMG, people. I’m sleepy and happy.
And so busy. And tired. Please give my kittehs a good home and while you’re at it, can you buy NB’s three bedroom (plus two more in the finished basement!), one bathroom (wait, another in the finished basement too!), pretty house with hardwood floors and a biggun back yard?
Thanks. It would make buying OUR house so much easier. When we find it anyway.
Posted by Melissa on October 16th, 2008 under Boyfriendlies | 2 Comments »Sad Times in Kitten Land
I need to remove my kittens from our home. I need to allow someone else to adopt them. I only have asthma attacks when I’m home with them, not at school, not out of town, not at NB’s house…only when I’m around them. I have bathed them every other month, I have taken buckets of allergy medicine, but the asthma is too much.
In addition, they are getting to be too much for this busy family and need more attention than we can provide I think. The boys are getting more active and involved with friends and school. I’m getting more work. They are showing us that they are displeased.
And lastly, we’re moving soon. To…somewhere.
They need a better home with people who are around to love them more and who isn’t allergic to them like I am. They are both great kittens. Lydia is sweet and snuggable. Toby is funny, feisty, and super loving. If you know of a great home (they deserve a great home), please let me know at sugaredharpy @ gmail. com.
Parental Controls
So, you’ve noticed that you can’t get into porn on the computer, eh?
Yeah, sorry, I tried.
No, it’s fine. Just um, I do not want you looking at that at this age. It’s not how sex is. It’s not what sex is about. It’s misogynistic and ugly and often really angry compared to what sex actually is and what it should be. When you’re older you can judge that for yourself, but right now at 14? It’s more confusing than anything.
Okay, Mom. I get it.
Besides, this is a house of nudity in pictures. In any century, any region, I’ve got a book on it somewhere.
Yeah, but I see that all the time. And it’s all so tasteful.
Posted by Melissa on October 2nd, 2008 under Spawn | 10 Comments »The Grasshopper & the Fool
I was walking to my car after class when this suicidal grasshopper jumped onto my shoulder. Rather than be swatted to death, clearly his plan, he merely became my living brooch. Stunned a bit, I just let him ride his way to my car where I put him back in the grass. Probably, I disappointed him but too bad, buddy. Today isn’t your day.
***
Apparently, this week is Ache to Punch Your Landlord in the Face Week for those named Melissa. Sunday afternoon I found a note attached to my door (why yes, this is his exact punctuation).
Dear Tenant
We are needing to get inside Tomorrow 9-29-08 for inspection Please call me @ ****** Thanks, ____
LANDLORD
First of all, this is not my landlord. This is my landlord’s son. Second of all, fool ass…inspection? Didn’t y’all just have an appraiser through here in the winter because you just refinanced?
So I call, leave a message, get a ring back. “Uh, did someone call from this phone?”
“YES (Fool). Because you told me to.”
In this phone call, I learn that he wants to meet me at my door as soon as I pull in from work and through setting that up I hear this, “…because when you sell a house you need an inspection.”
‘SCUSEME? Sell the house?”
“Oh, yeah, I had to leave school and I need a place to like, party in and stuff so my mom is giving me that house.”
INTERESTING.
The next day when he arrives, I learn more. He’s brought his girlfriend. This is no inspection, this is playing happy families. They are picking out paint colors and choosing which sofa should go on what wall. Naturally, I am livid.
DUDEWHATHEFUCKAREYOUDOINGHERE? WHENAREYOUPLANNINGTOMOVEIN?
“Maybe November to the end of the year. Dunno.”
NO, NEED DATE. MUST PLAN. HAVE KIDS.
“Well, my mom said December 1st. We’d love to have our first Christmas here.”
(I have two kids here, asshole. They like Christmas, too.)
I have to be out by December 1st. I am not pleased. If his mother, my actual landlord, had just sent a letter saying: We are sorry, but we’re selling the house and this is the date in which we’d like to take over possession, I honestly would have been fine. This bullshit prancing around my house expecting me to be happy for them pisses me off.
NB and I had been making some interesting housing plans for January, a happy plan already set in motion a few weeks ago. December is not January, but it is not too far earlier either. But no one wanted a rush, or to have a non-flexible situation, or to have anyone move more than once or have a stupid drive to add on. Our plan, well, it is changing.
Posted by Melissa on October 1st, 2008 under Flaming Ovaries, Observations, Silly Hair Blogging | 9 Comments »