June 23, 2015

Life as I know it has changed irrevocably...

Remember back when I hinted that life at work was about to face some big, BIG - no, HUGE changes?

Well, they have occurred.  Whether or not this is going to be a good change has yet to be seen.

I hate to be so vague but all I can really say is this...The Good Ol' Boy company is no more.  *let's bow our heads as we mourn the passing of this good, solid company*  Still, I'm confident that my position is safe.  And that this new company, which is SO new that it hasn't earned a nickname yet, seems to have a plan.  One that may prove to be viable...hopefully.

But all that aside; that is not the sole reason that my life has changed so drastically.  No, the reason for that is this...

One of my dearest friends - one of my soul sisters - has decided not to stay on with the new company.  I have worked with this woman since 2005.  TEN years!  Our children have grown up together.  Man-Child fell right between her two youngest...we raised them together in our many discussions of "Oh MY God!  Can you believe he did THIS?!" and "I'm SO proud of *this one* for doing THIS."  We discussed our marriages, our mother-in-law's, our ambitions, our design disasters...you name it, we've talked about it.  All of us...

She, along with another co-worker, and I were tight.  We were all soul-sisters...interestingly enough, none of us actually have sisters - but what we all feel for each other is what we would feel for real sisters.  So, needless to say, the other co-worker and I were inconsolable on Friday, our dear friend's last day at the office.

After shedding copious amounts of tears between the three of us we all went home.  And then came the group texts, where we all swore that we wouldn't lose touch.  That we'd have lunch at least once a month...despite the fact that we all live at least forty-five minutes away from each other.  That we loved each other.

Will we continue to have group texts?  Will we have a monthly lunch?  Who knows.  But, I certainly hope so - because I love these two women more than I ever thought I would when I first met them.  When I first met them, we were three very different women; with very different views on various issues.  But, despite our differences, we found a bond.  And our soul-sisters.

And now, we face the future together.  Although, it will be a different future than we could have imagined...one walking off into her new future alone and the two of us left to face our future.  I'd really like to think that though we are separating we won't be truly facing our various futures on our own...that we will still support each other after we have found on our footing on our different paths.

June 8, 2015

And just like *that* the deal is dead...

We walked away from the house today.

Was it the right thing to do?  Who knows?

All I know for certain that today was D-Day at the office.  Announcements were made that kicked off a flurry of activity that HAD to be done by 5:00 pm.  AND that our due diligence period was also over at 5:00 pm today.

Sometime around lunch, we received the Seller's response to our requests.  They basically said, "No.  We won't do any of this.  But we'll give you $1,500 in closing costs."  Which, in my mind, was basically as slap in the face and I was done.

After I had calmed down some, we went back with a VERY reasonable request.  To which, they came back with, "I'll give you that...but you won't get this."  And we said, no.  That we were done.

Then they came back at 4:45 pm to give us what we had asked for after their first refusal - and being that the office activity and the due diligence activity was all set to explode at 5:00 pm; I said no.  Then the realtor called and tried to talk me into this deal stating, "But they are giving you what you asked for..."

Yes, but I still thought they were being unreasonable AND the fact that they screwed around until the last second - hoping that would force us into this deal - ticked me off to no end.  Along with the panic I was feeling over completing the work thing.

And so we walked.

Now we are back to searching.  And, in the coming days, life as I know it at the office will be irrevocably altered.

Wine tonight?  Yes, definitely.

June 6, 2015

Cold Feet...and a random aside...what? That's how my mind works.

I'm beginning to think it might be a mistake to buy this house...

We are currently in due diligence, of which we actually lost a couple of days since the inspection report landed in both of our spam files on May 29th but we didn't find it until June 3rd.  Once we found it, I sent an email to the realtor explaining what happened (while wondering why she hadn't reached out sooner to see if we had received it).  She wanted to meet that night to discuss it, but we hadn't even had a chance to look at it; so we said no.  Then she informed us that she was out of town Thursday through Sunday and that our due diligence period ends on Monday!

So we worked up a list of things that must be done.  Somehow the Husband was able to scare up a couple of rough estimates for the cost of replacing both the air conditioning units (they are as old as the house!) and the hot water heater (the inspector said, "It's shot.") on Friday.  We emailed the list to her and also explained that we either wanted the current homeowner's to agree to pay for half of the ac units and water heater or deduct that amount from the house.

As of right now, we haven't heard back.

But after thinking about the logistics of this move, I'm beginning to panic.  In fact, I'm beginning to hope that they come back with a flat out "NO WAY."

Why?  Because this house does not have a garage.  Or a shed.  It has a teeny-tiny, closet-like space on the back of the house that is large enough to house a push mower and not much more.

Sure, we can build one (and had planned on doing so anyway) but...we currently have a two car garage chock full of garage type stuff.  WHERE would we store that stuff while building the garage?  In the dining room?

We've never moved into a house without a garage or, at the very least, a shed.  I'm flummoxed.

Add in the fact, that if this deal does go through, we close on June 22nd.  We need to have work done before we move in AND we need to be out of here by the 30th.  So we would have a little over a week to have the work done and move and figure out what to do with the garage stuff.

I actually voiced the fact that I am thinking this was a mistake; to which the Husband replied, "Oh no!"  and has appeared visibly worried about my state of mind ever since...because...

...to add in to all this angst, there are BIG doings going on at work.  Doings that I dare not speak of but are going to result in HUGE changes.  HUGE.  We've known this was coming and are ready for it and it's beginning to look like those changes will occur EXACTLY when we are supposed to be closing on this house...IF we close on this house.  Maybe those changes will come sooner (hopefully) or after (also, hopefully) but as of right this second it doesn't look likely.

Just so you won't worry, all I can say about these HUGE changes is that they do not include me not having a job after it's all said and done.  For that, I am eternally grateful.  It doesn't mean I'm happy about it (yet.  Who knows what the future holds?), but I AM grateful.

Back to the house...we went to look at sheds today.  The ones at the big box stores are incredibly expensive and cheap-looking.  The only upside?  They could probably deliver on day one.  We also went to look at some Dutch Barn style sheds.  They are also incredibly expensive but are WAY better as far as quality goes.  AND?  They do a rent-to-own kind of thing.  Where, theoretically speaking, we could rent this space in our back yard and once the garage is built either have it removed or pay it off and keep it.  The downside to this option?  They can't promise that it would be delivered on day one; even if we weren't having one custom made.  The guy said, it could be five days, it could be ten, who knows?  Now, obviously, we can't order this thing now...because we have nowhere to have it delivered at the moment - and, with our luck, it would be delivered in five days...to a house we don't even own!

And THAT is the exact moment that I began to freak out.

Forgive me if I'm incoherent...there is just too much going on for my liking right about now.

May 30, 2015

Aggravation...and distractedness...yes, that should be a word.

When I first decided to sit down and write this post, I had one main topic.  One agenda.

And then life happened, as it frequently does...

First of all, life here in Gigi's corner of the internet is pretty calm.  Everyone gets along.  No one is ugly or nasty.  It's a nice place to visit, I like to think.  But then I go wandering, as one does, along the many various trails that the internet has to offer...and I am, continually, amazed at some of the online behavior of others.  And then, I sound like my grandmother when I exclaim, "If you can't say anything nice....then say nothing at all!"

You know what?  That particular piece of advice still holds true.

Grandma knew what she was talking about.

Then, we received a phone call.  Apparently, my brother-in-law had a double bypass.  Keyword, had.  My sister-in-law obviously didn't see the need to inform ANY of the family until after the fact.  This is the kind of behavior I would expect from MY side of the family...not his.  I get the need to keep things quiet until you know what is what; but not telling anyone?  What about the love and support you need while going through this kind of thing?

THE house.  Oh. My. God.  This damn house is going to drive me insane.  And we haven't even bought it yet!

In the interest of trying to "be proactive," we went to look at carpet today.  Here's the deal...IF we actually close this deal, we will have a little over a week to get things done (scrape the upstairs ceilings, paint, re-carpet - or whatever, and actually move in) before we have to be out of this place.

If you know me...and, if you've been reading along for any length of time...then you know that these types of decisions take time!  But, you may also know, that cost-wise - as far as flooring goes - that it's better to do it when the house is empty.  So basically, I'm under the gun to make a decision.  And, all of a sudden, the Husband thinks he actually has an opinion about design.  When, in fact, in all of the years of our marriage, he really hasn't cared at all...as long as it was well built.

And I am not happy about it.  AT ALL.

In a Hail Mary moment, I sent an email to the realtor asking if she could find out what was under the carpet (fingers crossed, original hardwood) and the paint on the stair (again, fingers crossed.  AND?  WTH?  WHY would you paint the treads of the stairs?  Hopeful, that they are also hardwood...but doubtful at this point).  As of now, we haven't heard back.

At one point today, the Husband actually uttered the words, "It wouldn't be this stressful building a house!  By the time it's all said and done, we are going to hate each other!"  To which I replied, "Didn't I tell you?"

One day...he may actually listen to me.

Because between you and me?  Building a house from scratch is FAR less stressful than going into a house you know nothing about.

And?  Shall we add on to this pile of aggravation and distraction?  Oh, why not?

There is work stuff going on.  Work stuff that I have committed myself to not talking about here.  But that is driving me absolutely, bat-shit, crazy.

Will it work out?  Yes, probably.  Will it make me insane in the interim?  Yes, probably.

So, let's leave it at this, shall we?  Currently, I'm insane.  Send me lots and lots of love and hugs and we will agree that it will be fine.

How's that for a plan?

May 26, 2015

I need a house...and I need it NOW

As you may know, if you've been reading along, we "may" be buying a house.  I say "may" because I'm trying to temper myself as the inspection hasn't been done and, as we all know, if the report is a bad one then this deal could fall through.  Or, if the inspector isn't up to snuff we could be living with a Holmes Inspection kind of nightmare.  I'm trying not to think about that - in case you were wondering.

At any rate, this entire long weekend was a blur of searching for paint, appliances and flooring...for a house that hasn't even been inspected yet.

I actually had to talk myself out of a trip to Charlotte yesterday (Ikea; TWO hours away) because in my SANE mind, I know that if this inspection goes south. then we won't have a house.  But in my INSANE mind, I have been busy decorating.

This cute little Cape Cod has been cluttering my mind.

Yes, it NEEDS a garage.  Possibly, with a mudroom to attach to the house.  Still trying to figure that one out.

I've been ALL over Houzz and Pinterest, studying up on the decor for this style of house.  And, what I am seeing perfectly mirrors what I've been feeling.  A need to "lighten things up."

For the past several years, our (okay, MY..) decorating style has leaned more to a Tuscan-style..dark woods, heavier furniture, earth tones.  But, lately, I've been feeling a need to lighten things up.  This may be the worst decision I've ever made.

Why?  Because I live with slobs, people.  Plain and simple.

I found this picture on Houzz as inspiration for my new master bedroom.

Isn't it gorgeous?  Even the Husband agreed.

But look at it.  Really look at it.  That white duvet?  In my house?

Never gonna work.  NEVER.

Not enough bleach in the world would keep that thing clean.

But that paint color WILL be mine.

In the meantime, I will drool over appliances, floor, etc. as we impatiently wait on the inspection report...which won't occur until Thursday.  Who knows when we will get the report!?


Still ImPatiently Waiting

May 24, 2015

When two worlds collide...

Good old humans...always good for blog fodder.

Yesterday, I witnessed an exchange that I found funny and sweet,

After spending a morning of sourcing boxes (they are scarce in these parts right now) and doing some packing (in an attempt to head off the disaster that was our last move.  It's not going too well), I headed to the grocery store to pick up a bottle of wine yesterday for a friend's cookout that we were attending last night.

I grabbed the bottle and got on line behind a very sweet, older woman.  She was slowly adding the items from her cart onto the conveyor belt and the teenage boy behind the counter was quickly scanning and bagging her items before she could get the next item on the belt.

Once she finished, she pulled out her checkbook, inwardly I rolled my eyes - not because she was using a check necessarily, but because she hadn't pre-filled out the check (which used to drive me crazier back when checks were more common).  I reminded myself that I wasn't in a hurry anyway and to be patient.

After she completed filling in the register, she proceed to write her check but then stopped and asked the boy if she could make the check out for $20 dollars more and get the cash back.  The kid stopped, looked at her slack-jawed and said, "I've never done that....so, I don't know."  She stopped and looked right back at him with a near identical expression and said, "Really?"  They stood there looking at each other for a few seconds.

While they stood there, staring at each other I could see thought bubbles over their heads.  Hers said, "I KNOW I can write this check over and receive cash!  How can he not know that?!"  His said, "I don't EVEN understand how this check thing works and WHY do people still use them?!"

Finally, she said, "Never mind," and finished writing her check.  As the kid began fumbling with the check scanning machine, all while mumbling about the machine not liking him, she looked over at me and my bottle of wine and said, "I'm coming home with you!"

Eventually, the kid had to call someone else over to get the machine to accept the check - this kid obviously has a hard time when it comes to checks.  Once the check was successfully inserted and spit back out, the kid looked at the woman, apologizing, and then said, "I could give you $20, but you'd have to act like you stole it,"  It took her a moment, but then she laughed and said, "No.  Especially since I'm going to church in the morning."  After it appeared to the older woman that she was done she started to walk away - not realizing she still needed to hit "accept" on the debit card machine.  I called her back and told her what she needed to do.  She did what was necessary and hit the "Done" button saying, "I certainly HOPE I'm done!"

As she walked away, the kid looked at me, shell-shocked, holding the check and said, "We usually give these back!"  I had no idea what to say to him, so he took off after her.  About that time, the guy behind me said, "Now, you aren't going to pull the same thing are you?"  I smiled and showed him my debit card.

When the kid returned, he apologized for the wait.  I told him not to worry about it as I wasn't in a hurry.  I didn't tell him just how much amusement I got out of the entire thing.  He responded with, "That's the only good thing about working on Saturday; most people aren't in a big hurry so I don't feel as pressured."

I'm thinking this kid, as sweet as he was, is in the wrong line of work.

May 18, 2015

Oh Dear God. I might be hyperventilating...

Our offer was accepted.

This is a first, people.  In the history of our life together (nearly 25 years) we have actually agreed on a house.

Yes, in all that time, despite MULTIPLE moves, we have NEVER bought an actual, already built house together.  We have always ended up building.  But, GULP, we've gone and done it.

As I mentioned yesterday, this house is NOT perfect...but it seems right.  So, I'm going with our gut.  If the inspections show that everything is fine, it looks like we will once again be homeowners on June 22nd.

And despite the slight, panicky feeling that is currently residing in my stomach; I'm happy.

This house better live up to our expectations.  Because between you and me?  After this?  I don't want to EVER face the prospect of moving again.


Now...if any of you happen to be available on during the week of  June 22nd...let me know.  I'll happily provide the pizza and beer.