Just sayin'

Where've I been?? Crazy, of course. Too much to do, too little time. Only 2 weeks til we pull out of here to move cross country. Wholey cow.

Another day another problem

I don't know... this deal just gets crazier (at least, more annoying) by the day! My husband called today, and we have to decide by tomorrow if we want to keep our reserve on a 2 bdrm apt. in the complex he is in. He is currently in a tiny 1 bdrm., which I really would hate to live in with the three of us plus the cat and the dog. I went a bit stir crazy just over the weekend we visited him there! However..... when he moved in, they were rather low on renters and were having pretty good deals, so his rent isn't too bad. We expected higher rent for the 2 bdrm., obviously, but not a ridiculous sum! Well, now that it's nearly summer - and therefore aparently everybody and his brother is moving into a new apt. (why???) the rates have skyrocketed! In fact, just since last week when he looked at an available apt., the price of that one has gone up $100./month! No freakin' way! Then, he went to ask some questions about it yesterday, then again today to reserve it, and it went up $10.00 since yesterday! (to give you an idea, the rent there for a 2 bed, under 1000 sq. ft. apt. will be more than our mortgage payment on our 3 bdrm + bonus room 1900 sq. ft. house with a nice yard!! plus the $300 month for a storage unit 'cause the apt. is just too dang small!) Then here is the kicker - as if that's all not bad enough - when he moved in, he had to sign a 14-month lease. He supposedly talked to the mgmt. about continuing that particular lease when we upgraded to a 2 bedroom... now they are saying they can't do that. (In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion he assumed they'd do that and didn't really ask like he was supposed to) So, our choices are to: 1) stay in his tiny 1 bdrm for 9 months or: 2)rent the bigger apt. and be stuck there for 14 months. I hate both options. I am not an apartment dweller!! I want a yard, and lots of closets, and a yard, places to plant stuff.....and a yard.... the only reason we went with an apt. was because we know jack-diddly-squat about the area and wanted to be close to his job until we decided where to live. Now I feel like we are stuck in a horrible spot. Urgh. I halfway don't even want to go anymore. Can't he just commute?? Can't someone give him a job right HERE??

Weird advice and too much stress

So, on the "moving front", we are scheduled to pull out of Idaho in 4 weeks, heading off to Virginia. Wow, seemed like it was *forever and ever* away, and now I am suddenly having panic attacks because I "ONLY" have 4 weeks left, and so much to do! I've been trying to avoid going into the garage, because that's what I need to tackle next... and it seems like one more insurmountable mountain. ~full body shiver~ We are seriously considering paying someone to pack the house up... mostly, because I just "don't wanna"! Well, and it will take them, like, one day, as opposed to me starting now and hoping I get it done on time! It's enough that I have to load up all the crap - I mean lovely stuff - onto the moving truck.....

We've had lots of people looking at the house (good, but what a pain!) and we almost had an offer - it was all signed and in their realtor's hand, but then the buyers got scared and changed their mind... and, really, "almost had an offer" is as good as not getting one at all, so, poop. The nice thing is all the realtors who've been thru say our home shows really well, so at least they aren't saying stuff like "seriously, that house'll never sell" so, there may be hope, at least. I am already sick of keeping it spotlessly clean. Altho, I kind of enjoy spotlessly clean.... hmmm.... who knew??!

Now, here's the Weird Advice... our realtors (who are good people; I've known them several years, so I don't think they're being flaky or dishonest here) they are telling us - well, telling us that they can't really tell us but - we should quit paying our house payment. Seriously?? Seriously. "Cause here's the deal - home prices have dropped so low in our area that there is no possible way to sell our house for what we owe. Not that we 'overbought' or anything, we were very reasonable when we bought this place. It's just - life today. Every single comp is either a foreclosure or a 'short sale' so there is no way - even if someone wanted to buy the house enough to pay full price - well, it wouldn't appraise out. So, we're stuck. But, the bank will generally accept a short sale only if the homeowner is obviously in distress (ie: behind on payments) which, we aren't. So, they are saying, well, once you move (next month) you'll have to pay rent there plus this house, will you be able to (not if we want to, oh, I don't know, eat) so, if it doesn't sell, do you want to long-term long-distance rent it (NO! Been there, done that) so, what does that leave you? Foreclosure? So, if that's where you're headed, why throw money away? Quit paying now, the bank may then accept your short sale, and maybe it will be sold before it forecloses, so that's your choice, really, or throw money into a pit......
Wow. Telling me to just quit paying my house payment seems like telling me to, I don't know, start shop lifting or something! You know, it's wrong and mom taught me not to! But, in a month, we'll be living in Virginia, and we honestly can't pay the rent and the mortgage here.... I don't know. I just don't know. It's....Weird.

Well. On to other things! Only two more weeks of school!! YAY!! I was mentally done, like, last month. We may yet make it through....

The dog is doing well. I worry about her daily, but she seems to be progressing. Not sure how long until I can breathe easier.... this Weds. will be her 8 week post-surgery mark.


One Reason I am Crazy

Yesterday marked the 5 year anniversary of my little sister passing away. I can't believe it's been that long. Honestly, I had been trying to decide if it'd been 3 years, or only 2.... then my mom was talking about it.... 5 years. It's really been messing with my head. And I've been crying alot the last couple days. They always say "Time Heals All Wounds" but no one ever explained how slowly time can move......

My "Murphy's Law" life

So my house is finally on the market. And people want to look at it. That's a good thing, I know... but it's only been two days and I am SICK of keeping the house spotless. Not to mention the whole dog dilemma, how she can't be left in the back yard or put in the car like I'd originally planned... she has to be crated in the garage, and I hate that. But today, just to top it off - I had two realtors wanting to bring people to see the house, (one called at 8am... seriously?? is she insane??) so, of course we have to leave the house.... and my daughter has the flu. No joke. What a life I am having!

Sunday Sunday

Today I cleaned the carpet. Don't let anybody tell you "oh, it's really easy" - huhh. Between the monster machine, the miles of cord (which have to be plugged in at two different places being sure they're on separate circuits, the huge twisty and not-very-flexible hose.... well, I'm just not sure it was worth it. Especially given the fact I stand to gain nothing on the sale of this house - in fact, I'll probably lose my good credit and who knows what else... but that's a post for a day when I don't still have to load that monster steamer into my car and take it back....

Buying myself gifts

So, in celebration of my 25th wedding anniversary, it being the 'silver' one and all, I bought myself a gift... a beautiful sterling silver ring with cubic zirconia in it. See, I've gained alot of weight in the last few years, and my wedding ring doesn't fit. I've been told "have it resized" but that feels like 'giving up', as if I'll never lose the fat. Instead, I opted to buy myself a new ring, for the meanwhile. It's reeeeal shiny....lol. And sparkly. ooooooh. 'Cause I love me. I told Scooter "send me the $20 I spent and I'll tell everyone you bought it for me" hahahaha!!!

(The cat likes the ring as well, you can see...)

The realtor came over two days ago, and we are getting it listed as we speak. Or, as I type. Anyway, it's getting done. Sigh. The work ain't over yet, tho, is it??! Now I have to work on the garage. The mere thought makes my head throb.

Merry dog is healing nicely, it would seem. That's the bright light in my otherwise muted existance right now.