You have been warned, a pity party for me is in session.
It seems like we can't catch a break. No house after being strung along for 3 weeks. We can't find anything else right now. We have needs and nothing is meeting those needs that we have found. I am frustrated and annoyed. Not to mention the fact that I would like to punch that seller in the gut for stringing us along for so long and then... boom, psych!!! You can't have it. Blech.
The J.O.B. sucks my ass. I got screwed into taking different shifts and essentially losing serious cash every week. Not to mention that now I am management again, which just means more headache. This reminds me why I quit 2 years ago. Trust me, the idea of a regular ole job is super appealing to me right now. (Minus that whole, not being at home with the kids thing.) A job that offers insurance!! The idea of having health care would literally make me scream with joy. No worrying about how much this is going to end up costing me. Did I even mention that we are open regular hours on Easter??? Tomorrow, I get to break the news to my kids and my mom/family that mommy can't do anything, I have to work. What a joke. Is Easter that big of a deal to me as a holiday? Nope. The point is that it is a freaking holiday and holidays are meant to spend with family. I instead will be with a bunch of girls at work while they are all bitching about the fact that they aren't able to be with their family. Sounds super fun huh? Anyone want to trade?
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Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Where to start??
First off, let me say that I miss my mom forum. I once had a forum that I poured myself into. I made it run when the "owner" was gone. I kept things going. I had a moment of clarity where I felt that I was being used and not appreciated. The forum has since then went under. I don't miss the BS that went along with it, but I miss the fact that I don't have a way to talk to all of my friends on a daily basis. (Yes, Kristin, I am talking to you.) I miss the fact that I could post any random thought and get support and ideas on the subject. Yes, I understand there is facebook, but it is not the same. I am not about to post the same things there that I was comfortable to post at the private forum. I am very thankful that it really has shown me who my friends are though. I am a part of a local mom forum, but I feel like I am infiltrating a group of women that have been friends forever, and I am an outsider. Nothing like a ego blow to try and make friends.
This is what brought this whole thing on:
I put an offer in on a house on Sunday. I, me. Not us, me. No, nothing is wrong between Rob and I. In fact we are fantastic. He was talking about booking a special trip for us to NYC, because he has something special in store. (Not getting my hopes up though....) Here is the back story. Rob's dad called him on Saturday and said that the govt had revised the first time home buyers tax credit. If you close before 5/1 you can amend your 2009 tax return by 7/1 and get the tax credit (up to $8000) back immediately rather than waiting the whole year. He had a major bug up his ass and wanted us to find something NOW, and get it done. Here is the deal. We, as in neither of us, have the credit to get a mortgage at the moment. Our option is a land contract. We, and when I say we... I mean Rob, found a house for us. It was a house that he had looked at 10ish years ago. House specs: listed at $140,000, built in 1993 (new in house standards), 3 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, 2 car garage, full basement with egress windows (which means bedrooms could be built in the basement), 2 tiered deck on the back, yard.... (my little addition is the fact that there is an adorable little railed in white porch on the front.) It is cute. It is also like 3 blocks from the best elementary school in the district. The middle school is across the street from the elementary school, the high school is only a couple blocks away. Everything in the universe is screaming that this is the perfect house for us. We need at least 3 bedrooms. The basement gives us the option of adding more if we need it, or turning it into an office.
Since Rob's dad has been so gung ho on the whole thing, we told him to make it happen. He was the one who told us to do it, so we decided to have him do the wheeling and dealing. He is an attorney, and will be acting as Realtor anyway. So he calls, finds out there has been a low ball offer for $115,000. Supposedly, the seller counter offered, which we now find out is untrue. I write my offer for $135,000. My offer is submitted on Sunday. On Tuesday we find out that the seller "may" have another offer coming in so he wants all of the possible buyers to submit a best and highest offer by Wed. at 4pm. We look at our offer and the ton of research that has been done and realize that to get this house, it will be in our best interest to cover some of the back taxes owed and to lower our offer in the same amount as the back taxes that are owed. I fully trust the people that are in on this deal. My future FIL is the broker, my future DH is a guy that owned his own mortgage company. We have very good friends that are appraisers. I am in good hands. I am just now awaiting a word on whether we get this house or not. Honestly, it is killing me. I have been sick to my stomach for days. I just need a yes or no and quick or I may develop an ulcer. (So not cut out for this high stress shit.)
Rob and I realized that it would be in our best interest for me to put the offer in without him involved which is why we are doing this. At the end of the 3 year land contract the hope is that we will be married and we will go in for a mortgage together.
Tonight, he then mentions that I need to take some days off work. I mention that the days he is mentioning conflicts with a friend of mine's bacheorlette party. He seems bummed and wonders if I would miss it. Apparently, he had a weekend planned for us to go to NYC for a weekend. He also said that there was something important for me planned that weekend. (He basically told me that he was planning to propose.) I am torn. I want the proposal to happen, but don't see it needing to happen in NYC. If we are looking at buying a house, I don't want to have to take the extra time off work and lose that income. I said this to him and he said that he had looked into flights last night and had found some great airfare. After saying this he mentioned that anything that he could save in airfare would go to my ring fund. So, basically... I know that he is dying to go to NYC anyway. But, I would be thrilled to get proposed to, in NYC... shit anywhere. I would honestly rather him propose to me at our own house (assuming that we get it) and getting a pretty ring. I have been burned too many times before about him having big plans to propose. I just want it to happen, plus I think that anyway or anywhere that he does it will be special. Trip or not.
I got the info that kindergarten round up is in less than a month. Oy. Belle is showing her temper lately. I am drained. My job has been using me as a manger but not exactly paying me for it, and I am not sure how to breech the situation.
Thanks for reading. Any and all comments are appreciated.
This is what brought this whole thing on:
I put an offer in on a house on Sunday. I, me. Not us, me. No, nothing is wrong between Rob and I. In fact we are fantastic. He was talking about booking a special trip for us to NYC, because he has something special in store. (Not getting my hopes up though....) Here is the back story. Rob's dad called him on Saturday and said that the govt had revised the first time home buyers tax credit. If you close before 5/1 you can amend your 2009 tax return by 7/1 and get the tax credit (up to $8000) back immediately rather than waiting the whole year. He had a major bug up his ass and wanted us to find something NOW, and get it done. Here is the deal. We, as in neither of us, have the credit to get a mortgage at the moment. Our option is a land contract. We, and when I say we... I mean Rob, found a house for us. It was a house that he had looked at 10ish years ago. House specs: listed at $140,000, built in 1993 (new in house standards), 3 bedrooms, 2 1/2 baths, 2 car garage, full basement with egress windows (which means bedrooms could be built in the basement), 2 tiered deck on the back, yard.... (my little addition is the fact that there is an adorable little railed in white porch on the front.) It is cute. It is also like 3 blocks from the best elementary school in the district. The middle school is across the street from the elementary school, the high school is only a couple blocks away. Everything in the universe is screaming that this is the perfect house for us. We need at least 3 bedrooms. The basement gives us the option of adding more if we need it, or turning it into an office.
Since Rob's dad has been so gung ho on the whole thing, we told him to make it happen. He was the one who told us to do it, so we decided to have him do the wheeling and dealing. He is an attorney, and will be acting as Realtor anyway. So he calls, finds out there has been a low ball offer for $115,000. Supposedly, the seller counter offered, which we now find out is untrue. I write my offer for $135,000. My offer is submitted on Sunday. On Tuesday we find out that the seller "may" have another offer coming in so he wants all of the possible buyers to submit a best and highest offer by Wed. at 4pm. We look at our offer and the ton of research that has been done and realize that to get this house, it will be in our best interest to cover some of the back taxes owed and to lower our offer in the same amount as the back taxes that are owed. I fully trust the people that are in on this deal. My future FIL is the broker, my future DH is a guy that owned his own mortgage company. We have very good friends that are appraisers. I am in good hands. I am just now awaiting a word on whether we get this house or not. Honestly, it is killing me. I have been sick to my stomach for days. I just need a yes or no and quick or I may develop an ulcer. (So not cut out for this high stress shit.)
Rob and I realized that it would be in our best interest for me to put the offer in without him involved which is why we are doing this. At the end of the 3 year land contract the hope is that we will be married and we will go in for a mortgage together.
Tonight, he then mentions that I need to take some days off work. I mention that the days he is mentioning conflicts with a friend of mine's bacheorlette party. He seems bummed and wonders if I would miss it. Apparently, he had a weekend planned for us to go to NYC for a weekend. He also said that there was something important for me planned that weekend. (He basically told me that he was planning to propose.) I am torn. I want the proposal to happen, but don't see it needing to happen in NYC. If we are looking at buying a house, I don't want to have to take the extra time off work and lose that income. I said this to him and he said that he had looked into flights last night and had found some great airfare. After saying this he mentioned that anything that he could save in airfare would go to my ring fund. So, basically... I know that he is dying to go to NYC anyway. But, I would be thrilled to get proposed to, in NYC... shit anywhere. I would honestly rather him propose to me at our own house (assuming that we get it) and getting a pretty ring. I have been burned too many times before about him having big plans to propose. I just want it to happen, plus I think that anyway or anywhere that he does it will be special. Trip or not.
I got the info that kindergarten round up is in less than a month. Oy. Belle is showing her temper lately. I am drained. My job has been using me as a manger but not exactly paying me for it, and I am not sure how to breech the situation.
Thanks for reading. Any and all comments are appreciated.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Oy! Where to begin?
First, sorry for the lack of blogging. I have probably started a post about 50 times. I get half a paragraph in and can't get any farther. I will be better... for the 2 of you that read this. :) (Hi Kristin.)
The most exciting news that I have is... my BFF is at the hospital RIGHT now and she is getting induced. Today is her due date but her OB is concerned that the baby may be getting too big to deliver naturally. She is a TINY gal, and baby's head is getting big. Either way, I am dying to get the call that Evan Daniel is here. :) My first "nephew"!!!
Halloween went well. Emma banished me to the sidewalk this year. She is soooo old now. It is stuff like that, that really makes me realize it. She was super polite and I got lots of great compliments on "what a joy" she is. :) She complimented every single house on something, the pumpkins, the decorations, the lovely sweater one lady was wearing. (Yes, she really said lovely sweater. I almost fell over laughing.) As she walked away she told everyone to have a great Halloween. It is was adorable. She chose her own costume this year too. After 45 long minutes in the costume aisle at Target she was down to Wonder Woman and a fairy. Guess what she chose? Yup, my girly girl went with the fairy. It worked out because Arabel used E's costume from a couple years ago that was also a fairy. I opted to not take B trick or treating this year. She can't eat any of the candy and the weather was TERRIBLE. Next year she will be all over it.
I can't remember if I posted about it or not, but the baby shower that I threw went well. We ended up with the perfect amount of food and the guests of honor were happy. Honestly, that is all that really matters.
Rob has been bringing up getting engaged again. I am not holding my breath, but... that means that the date that I really want to get married is possible. Come on August 13, 2011.
Don't tell anyone but I have got some SERIOUS baby fever. I actually want a baby boy. (Weird, I am so not a boy mom. lol) I have the perfect name picked out and I want to use it!! Plus, if I were to get pregnant in the next few weeks... I would have an August baby. Which would space the kid's birthdays out by 4 months each. It is very tempting. You have no idea. I am hoping that holding my "nephew" will help quell those urges for a little bit. But, oh man are my ovaries aching. I mean it would be perfect to have an August 17 baby. (All the kids on the 17th, 4 months apart.) Plus, it would leave me a year to get my body back before the wedding. Are you noticing all the dreaming that is going on right now? Geez.
That is all for now. :)
The most exciting news that I have is... my BFF is at the hospital RIGHT now and she is getting induced. Today is her due date but her OB is concerned that the baby may be getting too big to deliver naturally. She is a TINY gal, and baby's head is getting big. Either way, I am dying to get the call that Evan Daniel is here. :) My first "nephew"!!!
Halloween went well. Emma banished me to the sidewalk this year. She is soooo old now. It is stuff like that, that really makes me realize it. She was super polite and I got lots of great compliments on "what a joy" she is. :) She complimented every single house on something, the pumpkins, the decorations, the lovely sweater one lady was wearing. (Yes, she really said lovely sweater. I almost fell over laughing.) As she walked away she told everyone to have a great Halloween. It is was adorable. She chose her own costume this year too. After 45 long minutes in the costume aisle at Target she was down to Wonder Woman and a fairy. Guess what she chose? Yup, my girly girl went with the fairy. It worked out because Arabel used E's costume from a couple years ago that was also a fairy. I opted to not take B trick or treating this year. She can't eat any of the candy and the weather was TERRIBLE. Next year she will be all over it.
I can't remember if I posted about it or not, but the baby shower that I threw went well. We ended up with the perfect amount of food and the guests of honor were happy. Honestly, that is all that really matters.
Rob has been bringing up getting engaged again. I am not holding my breath, but... that means that the date that I really want to get married is possible. Come on August 13, 2011.
Don't tell anyone but I have got some SERIOUS baby fever. I actually want a baby boy. (Weird, I am so not a boy mom. lol) I have the perfect name picked out and I want to use it!! Plus, if I were to get pregnant in the next few weeks... I would have an August baby. Which would space the kid's birthdays out by 4 months each. It is very tempting. You have no idea. I am hoping that holding my "nephew" will help quell those urges for a little bit. But, oh man are my ovaries aching. I mean it would be perfect to have an August 17 baby. (All the kids on the 17th, 4 months apart.) Plus, it would leave me a year to get my body back before the wedding. Are you noticing all the dreaming that is going on right now? Geez.
That is all for now. :)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
the never ending sickness
I am still not feeling better. In fact, I think that I am actually worse off than I was before I went and saw the Dr. and started taking antibiotics. My ears are getting worse rather than better but I am not thrilled about heading back to the Dr. and spending $80 to have them tell me to finish out my antibiotics first. I am waiting it out, being basically completely deaf. Rob has even turned on the closed captioning on the tvs. I guess the incredibly loud volumes I had to have it on to hear it was obnoxious.
Sarra has been discharged from the hospital and is back on base for the next 2 weeks. Apparently, getting out of the military is a pretty big to do. We are all hoping that it will be an easy couple weeks on her stress wise. Hopefully, the Navy will do the right thing and cover all the medical bills and medication she will be needing. She will be taking medication for life as of this point. My brother got home late last night. I am proud to have such a good guy to call my brother. :)
Sarra has been discharged from the hospital and is back on base for the next 2 weeks. Apparently, getting out of the military is a pretty big to do. We are all hoping that it will be an easy couple weeks on her stress wise. Hopefully, the Navy will do the right thing and cover all the medical bills and medication she will be needing. She will be taking medication for life as of this point. My brother got home late last night. I am proud to have such a good guy to call my brother. :)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
scary
I am scared. I am very scared for my brother and his girlfriend, Sarra. Sarra enlisted in the Navy reserves and is currently in bootcamp in the Chicago area. Her recruiter was a shady SOB and just signed off on everything. I am angry at this selfish SOB, but at the same time thankful for him. -Sorry, let me get to backstory.
Sarra was in bootcamp and wasn't feeling well. Blood tests showed that her iron level was at a 2. (Normal is around 115- though, I am not a dr. and haven't googled it. Either way, it was dangerously low.) She was finally sent for more testing. A colonoscopy revealed a multitude of polyops. They were so bad that the doctors didn't want to even go forward with the upper GI. My huge problem is that no one was notified of her condition. Sarra was finally admitted to the hospital. Her family and mine have been worried sick about her. After 3 days we were able to get some information. She was transferred from a VA hospital to a public hospital and has been placed in intensive care. Yesterday, the future was looking very grim for her. The possiblity of her losing her entire colon and having a colotomy bag for life was very probable. Jason (my bro) left for Chicago last night. I am happy to say that after being surrounded by her family and loved ones Sarra's condition has improved. She is reacting well to antibiotics and has been down graded to stable condition. We were informed if they had punctured the colon during the colonoscopy it could have been fatal for her. She is facing surgery on Monday to remove parts of her colon.
While I think her recruiter is a complete jackass for signing off on her physical and everything else, I am almost thankful. Had she gone through her physical they may have noticed her iron level and she may not have gotten it checked out further. I am thankful that she is getting the treatment that she deserves now. I can only hope and pray that she is OK.
I just want her to be OK. I want my brother to have the strength to help her through this and know that his family is there for him through anything. If you are the praying kind keep them in your thoughts. It is incredibly scary to think that she is 19 and going through this.
I also wanted to ask for thoughts for my dear friend, Kristin's, newborn baby boy Parker. He was born 5 weeks early and is currently in the NICU at a Children's Hospital. He is making incredible strides and I hope that he is able to come home on Monday as slated. He has a wonderful family to come home to. :)
Sarra was in bootcamp and wasn't feeling well. Blood tests showed that her iron level was at a 2. (Normal is around 115- though, I am not a dr. and haven't googled it. Either way, it was dangerously low.) She was finally sent for more testing. A colonoscopy revealed a multitude of polyops. They were so bad that the doctors didn't want to even go forward with the upper GI. My huge problem is that no one was notified of her condition. Sarra was finally admitted to the hospital. Her family and mine have been worried sick about her. After 3 days we were able to get some information. She was transferred from a VA hospital to a public hospital and has been placed in intensive care. Yesterday, the future was looking very grim for her. The possiblity of her losing her entire colon and having a colotomy bag for life was very probable. Jason (my bro) left for Chicago last night. I am happy to say that after being surrounded by her family and loved ones Sarra's condition has improved. She is reacting well to antibiotics and has been down graded to stable condition. We were informed if they had punctured the colon during the colonoscopy it could have been fatal for her. She is facing surgery on Monday to remove parts of her colon.
While I think her recruiter is a complete jackass for signing off on her physical and everything else, I am almost thankful. Had she gone through her physical they may have noticed her iron level and she may not have gotten it checked out further. I am thankful that she is getting the treatment that she deserves now. I can only hope and pray that she is OK.
I just want her to be OK. I want my brother to have the strength to help her through this and know that his family is there for him through anything. If you are the praying kind keep them in your thoughts. It is incredibly scary to think that she is 19 and going through this.
I also wanted to ask for thoughts for my dear friend, Kristin's, newborn baby boy Parker. He was born 5 weeks early and is currently in the NICU at a Children's Hospital. He is making incredible strides and I hope that he is able to come home on Monday as slated. He has a wonderful family to come home to. :)
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