Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
To most people it just looks like your average track house. There are probably thousands just like it dotting the state. The same exact floor plan. The same exact stucco cracking in the same exact places. The same exact desert beige paint color. Whenever I think about our neighborhood that song from Weeds pops in my head.
Little boxes little boxes little boxes all made of ticky tacky.
The difference is this house has been our home for some of our most important moments.
My husband and I moved in together in this house. My husband proposed to me in this house when he got too nervous to follow his original plan to propose in the restaurant at dinner. We celebrated our engagement with friends and family and everyone who has melted together in our world along with a chocolate fondue fountain which threatened to fling melted chocolate on every wall in the place. We celebrated 30th birthday parties and a Super Bowl and even those nights when nothing to celebrate is going on at all. We planned our wedding in this house and the guest bedroom was littered with bits of ribbon and smelled like burning glue from my glue gun for nights on end. We created our baby in this house and found out I was pregnant in our master bathroom before my bridal shower. My husband put together baby furniture in this house and yelled at baby furniture in this house as he struggled with cheap Chinese wood and incomplete sets. I was pregnant in this house and was on partial bed rest in this house and then on March 23 my water broke right on the guest bathroom rug. Only this house was never really as much of a home as it is today when we brought our baby home. In the two months since then our home has become more and more loving each day and a place we seek refuge and can hide away from everyone and just be with each other.
As we continue looking for a new house we create new memories in this house. I can't believe we are leaving. When the new renters came through a month ago they asked me about this house and tears filled my eyes and I looked at the woman staring back at me and my heart ached. I mumbled something about engagements and weddings and she smiled and nodded with that understanding that only women share. I wanted her to know what was started in this house. My family.
There has to be another house out there just waiting to become our home.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
(Banner is by Martha Stewart purchased at Walmart. Picture taken by the talented Phil Paik at our recent October 2009 wedding).
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
We are putting in an offer tomorrow and writing up the offer today. We are going with the FHA loan to conserve our cash and take advantage of that loan while we can since we are first time home buyers. The house is a short sale so it is even more complicated. We knew all this going in so we aren't too scared off.
Enter our realtor. We told her up front what we are looking for. How much we want to spend. What our financial constraints are and we knew we would probably be buying a short sale. Knowing all this after she heard our offer she proceeded to tell our lender she was frustrated by us, frustrated by our financial constraints and frustrated by our FHA loan. Here is the real clincher. We qualified for more. We have money in the bank only we want to be conservative and save our cash and do things so we have a back up plan so we don't end up like the poor people who are short selling the house to begin with. We have the money we just don't want to spend it all! We are trying to do what we think is the right approach.
Now our realtor doesn't think we have the money and is getting worried according to our lender.
It makes me sad to think that there are still people out there who judge others based on what it looks like they have or what they think they have. If we were spending money like water and acting like we had more than we do people would respect us more. Why? Didn't anyone learn their lesson from the real estate situation this country and our state has been dealing with? Doesn't anyone respect people like our grandparents who were conservitive and made decisions based on cash and didn't think plastic was king? I am beginning to think the financial bailout was more than a bank bailout and almost gave everyone an excuse for making bad financial decisions and now they have already forgotten what happened.
I thought I would include another picture from our October wedding. See that beautiful bracelet? I rented it from I'm Over It because I didn't want to spend more than I had on jewelry I knew what I wanted only I didn't want to overspend on something I would wear once. I don't have estate jewelry in a family safe just waiting to be plucked for such an occasion. I wanted to sparkle on my wedding day without putting us on the path to the poor house and still look just as fabulous. If only our realtor could see how sparkly we are and how much more fabulous a Skip Hop diaper bag is than a Fendi bag if you still have money in the bank instead of a maxed out credit card
(This picture is from the totally fabulous and not at all fake Phil Paik).
Friday, May 21, 2010
Posted by Posh Play at 8:49 PM
Labels: bridal shower
Labels: bridal shower
I think I will have another piece right now! After going through childbirth I actually think I should have sent her the cake!
I woke up this morning to my phone ringing and looked at the time 8:45 A.M. I sprung into action. I asked my husband what he was still doing here and he was late to work.
Then my lovely man explained he took the day off to watch the baby and keep me company. A big thing for a newly unworking Mom who does get a little bored at times without adult interaction. Then he proceeded to make me the most melt in your mouth caramel soy latte and french toast. Happy Birthday to me!
I am now sitting here with a baby playing under his Baby Einstein play mobile thing and a husband working quietly on the couch next to me on his laptop with our Yorkie curled up on the top of the couch soaking up the little bit of warmth coming through the window.
My husband apologized and said he has been so busy with work and baby and life and house shopping that he didn't pick out a present for me yet and needed to go shopping. Only the best present I could ever ask for is this moment right here right now.
(For all my bloggy friends here is one of my favorite wedding pictures of us leaving the ceremony headed to the reception. A lovely picture by the talented Phil Paik).
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I have done nothing with our wedding pictures yet and the harassment from family hasn't stopped. Just looking at the pictures today it seems like it was forever ago. I can't even remember the last time I put on some cute heels. Yesterday I went to the mall with my neighbor and put on some chunky summer espadrills and they were off by the time we got into Nordstrom from the mall parking lot and replaced with flip flops.
I don't know how much I will get to write. Between adjusting to life as a stay at home Mom and house shopping we are pretty busy only I realized today how much I miss writing.
I hope everyone has had a wonderful year filled with happiness and love.
(My own fabulous wedding shoes which I can't believe I actually wore while pregnant! Picture by Phil Paik).