self control

We decided we aren't the parents for the cute little puppy below. It's selfish, really. The owners couldn't be more flexible - they're willing to keep her and feed her until we move to our house. But... she's been taught to play too rough already and I can't imagine what kind of habits we'll have to break if she stays in the house another 5 weeks. Besides, she has fleas. I only signed on for one new pet.

Needless to say, we need to STOP shopping for dogs until we're ready to take one home. Easier said than done.

We can't help ourselves

We're leaving work early today to go meet her...


Can you blame us?

I wish I was a Baller

I don't mean to brag, but I (with my husband) are privileged enough to be considered VIP members of our local credit union. Not that we have so much money saved there - rather, it may have something to do with our negative net worth that they like so much, but VIP it is. Between the two of us, we technically have 7 accounts there. I like to think they know who we are. I'd be wrong.

We went to said credit union two weeks ago for mortgage pre-appoval. We worked with Dave, our friendly loan officer, filling out ALL the appropriate personal information. Dave kindly sent our file back to us, so we had a copy. Dave made the mistake of mailing the file with our credit reports, SSN, income, etc., to our new address. Right. To the house we don't own yet. To the people who still live there. Could you possibly make a worse mistake as a bank employee? Is there a better way to beg for identity theft? I think not.

Luckily, the sellers are good people and forwarded the package to our realtor. When I picked it up today and saw everything in the file, I got so mad I started to shake, and my blood pressure rose. Literally. Keith joined me as we left the realtor's office and headed straight for the credit union.

On the way over, we imagined the scene --
Keith holding me back as I swing around him, screaming "What's my address, B*#@!?? Say it - say it!"

And then I remember Pastor Dave's sermon about showing people Jesus while you're at work and in your every day activities. Dang. Just when I had a good gangsta reaction and everything.

So we politely told the branch manager, who gave us the number of the morgage supervisor - I called him. Everybody was very apologetic and I managed not to swear at anyone. But man... do I ever have some gangsta rage right now...

It's official... sorta

Inspection reports came back today. The house is clean. No radon. No bugs. Some sub-par electical, but no more negotiations. We've accepted the house and the offer both as-is for real now. Next conversation is with the bank to finalize our loan and we'll close in 42 days.

I think I might throw up soon.

I own a house and I've been listening to the FOOTLOOSE soundtrack all afternoon. Does it get any better than this? I think not.

Enough already

I didn't take this picture, but I've seen this sad state many times in the last few days and I've had enough.

Final Four HOURS

My friends Heidi and Nat hosted a Final Four Party at their house in Indiana this weekend. I went because it was a great excuse to visit with some of my favorite people. It meant being in a room for over four hours with two consecutive basketball games, often facing the television, and not watching a single play. I looked at a lot of basketball, but didn't really watch a second of it. I've often thought to myself that I would follow sports better if I were just around them more. I found out this weekend that's just not true. In fact, I noticed on the logo I just brought in that it says Indianapolis. Was the final four in Indy? Who knew...

The next step

Now that we "have" a house, our want of a dog now feels much more like a need. We even named our dog the whole way home from Chicago this weekend. We might be losers.

Of course, Keith and I would be drawn most to a "designer breed" - who knew there even was such a thing?

The picture on the left is of a Goldendoodle. Really. Sounds like pretty poop, eh?

Part Golden Retriever, part Standard Poodle.

There are Labradoodles, too.

I need a dog this cute - anyone know where I can rescue one rather than paying a designer breeder?