Okee, I feel a little better now that I updated a few of the items on my last  "list post", but I think I need a new list. I've decided that I'll give this recluse-infested house until my birthday to rid itself of spiders. If not, to market, to market this little piggy will go..and I will sell this house and move to a region where there are no tornados or poisonous insects. So there!( Here goes nothin'... )

So what do I decide to do when I'm feverish with a runny nose and sore throat? I decide it would be a great idea to mow a quarter acre of lawn in the early evening air. Nothing better for the bronchioles than freshly cut grass, flying pollen and gasoline fumes. Ah, I feel much better.

But wait, did I mention that I fell on my ass in a puddle of mud while mowing along a downward slope in my front yard?  Yep, good times. I'm just glad to be an endless source of entertainment for my new neighbors.

The death toll is up to 14 today. *le sigh*

I'm kinda freaking out. Illness and other issues beyond my control have totally kicked me in the ass, moving-wise, and I am now three days away from move day with almost nothing packed. I love it! Fear not, though, because somehow, I'll manage to pull it off. I may be a raving lunatic by the end of it all, but it'll get done. It just won't be as pretty and organized as I had hoped for.

Ah, life.

For those that may not be aware, it is in fact possible to be a non-English speaking, legal resident of the U.S. That being said, it is also possible for non-English speaking residents to work legally, pay taxes legally, and therefore be eligible for Medicare, SSI and other tax-related benefits just as English speaking, legally working individuals are.

Thank you.

I'm tired of using this journal as a venting space. I really can't wait until I can somehow regain my sense of humor, but until then I'll continue on with my whining and self-pity. You have been forewarned. :)

So my house is a spider palace. Lucky me, my gift with first home purchase was an infestation of brown recluses. *sigh*
I don't know how bad it is, but after having the house treated, three have been caught in glue traps. Including the remains of the one in and above the garage door and the first one in the master bath that tipped me off to a potential spider soiree, there have been a total of six. That's six too many, if you ask me. Sooo anyhoo, I have been caulking the crevices and gaps in the drywall and will continue on with that until all visible dead spaces have been eliminated. I'll continue to have the house treated and I'll keep my fingers crossed that they all die. I was really looking forward to being a homeowner, but this problem has somewhat soured the experience.

On a positive note, I am on the way to becoming Handy Mandy as I learn all about DIY home improvements. My friend let me borrow her miter saw to cut the pieces of casing,moulding and basboard that I'm putting up myself,  and I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about caulk and best application practices. I hope the girls (and my son) are benefitting from seeing me do all this without a man's help. I must admit, there's something pretty awesome about strapping on my work goggles and firin' up the ol' saw. Once I get all the trim up, I think I'll build myself some built-ins for the family room. Tool belt, here I come!

Life in all other aspects is completely crazy, as usual. M's been sick, we've had run-ins with lice (eeeeew), my job's insane.....blah blah blah. Oh, and I somehow developed runner's knee....even though I don't run. You get the picture.

So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls? Hmmmmm, I think I might have a good idea. ;)

It's official! I'm a homeowner! It's been a crazy, exhausting experience, and I'll save your the details because they give me a headache, but at the end of the day the part that matters the most is that  I actually purchased a house without any help. It's all mine. Just mine.

And it's pretty damn awesome that I, stargazerbaby, unmarried, purchased this home from Seller, single woman, as it was so stated on the docs. Yep, the house changed hands from one single mom to another (and I asked why she's single and I'm unmarried, but I couldn't get a straight answer...).

Wooo hooooo!

My loan is in closing and should fund tomorrow. Closing on Friday. The electric and water is on and I do the final walk-through tomorrow. I CAN'T WAIT!!

I keep telling myself that if I survive buying this house, everything will  calm down and life will slow down to a "normal" pace. But really, what the heck is normal? Am I setting myself up for unavoidable disappointment as life continues to hurl curveballs at me well after the title is in my name? I'm sure I am, but for right now it sounds like a believable story, or least believable enough to get me through to the next day.

I've decided that I will not be creating a lofty list of goals for myself this year. I will not be a Daisy Scout leader (even though I love walking into school and getting spontaneous hugs from my little daisies) after the school year ends. There will no soccer, no ballet lessons, nothing that will require a scheduled commitment from me. The only promise I'm up to keeping is to be good to my children. I'm not willing to sacrifice home-cooked meals, sleep and sanity any more, or at least not now. I'll be thirty at the end of this year, and I'd like to arrive at the eave of my birthday feeling as well-rested and clear-headed as possible. I need to assess where I've been, who I've become and where I'd like to go next...but not before I take a break of sorts. 

So, as soon as the school year ends, I plan to put it in neutral and coast until the end of the year.

I feel like I'm waiting for someone to show up. I'm having weird dreams that I don't quite remember, but when I wake up I feel like I've been visiting with an old friend.  I'm checking my inbox and my mailbox more frequently as if good news is on the way. Hmmm.

Thanks, lilhlfpint , for fixing my internet issues! I can now post away!

I'm in escrow..... I won't allow myself to get excited until it's a done deal, which won't be for another 20 days.

Aaaahhh!

PMI...ARM....FHA...PITI...HOA...APR...FICO...HELOC....AGGHH!

But, no JTWROS or TIC for me, baby! All mine!!!

We caaaan't go on together....with suspicious minds (with suspicious minds) and we can't build our dreaaams, with suspicious maainds.

We're caught in a trap, I can't walk out...because I love you too much baaaaby!!

(I've been singing this song for two days, and I do a pretty darn good Elvis impression if I do say so myself.)

Ahhh, thank you,  ah thank you very much. *stargazerbaby takes a bow*

Obama is my hero.