It's all official! We have a confirmed closing date, with attorneys and everything! This may actually happen!
Next Friday morning we will hand over the keys of my little chalet to the new owners. At 1:00pm we'll get the keys to the slightly larger chalet from it's current owners.
Can you say hallelujah?!
I have nothing to complain about as all seems like it's happening quite efficiently. We're even getting prepossession to move our things in on Thursday. But...I'll be SO glad when this is over and we feel the welcome of the new, unpacked and decorated house.
Alright, back to my artificially sweet voice and the phone whore business.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
A Blazing Cake
Eight-nine candles would have been burning on her cake. And she'd have blown every single one of them out.
Happy Birthday, Gramma!
Happy Birthday, Gramma!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Flat Jack Update
The last thing Jack's class does on Friday afternoons is update their Flat Stanley project. Postcards are read, maps are studied and pushpins are placed. And because Flat Jack went halfway around the world, he had to wait a bit longer for his postcards (some Flat Folk went to other parts of New York fer-cryin'-out-loud). He started to get discouraged ("Mommy, Caroline got her FOURTH postcard from Ohio this week!").
Last Friday he burst off the bus and couldn't get the words out fast enough.
"Mommy, I got TEN postcards!!"
"TEN POSTCARDS!"
"And every single one of them had writing ALL over them!"
"And Mrs. ThirdGradeTeacher read EVERY SINGLE WORD!"
So, from the bottom of my heart, Emily and Winky, thank you for sending word of Flat Jack's travels. Thank you for taking the time to fill out each of those postcards with such love and care. Jack was over the moon and so proud to put himself on the map.
Thank you, thank you!
And to the rest of you South African and New Zealand folk, watch out for Flat Jack. Although he was only allowed to choose one address to start his journey, you may still see him on his voyage. If anyone would like to circumvent the "rules" and send a postcard from your area, just send me an email and I'll give you Jack's school address. He would love to add a few more push pins before the end of the year!
Last Friday he burst off the bus and couldn't get the words out fast enough.
"Mommy, I got TEN postcards!!"
"TEN POSTCARDS!"
"And every single one of them had writing ALL over them!"
"And Mrs. ThirdGradeTeacher read EVERY SINGLE WORD!"
So, from the bottom of my heart, Emily and Winky, thank you for sending word of Flat Jack's travels. Thank you for taking the time to fill out each of those postcards with such love and care. Jack was over the moon and so proud to put himself on the map.
Thank you, thank you!
And to the rest of you South African and New Zealand folk, watch out for Flat Jack. Although he was only allowed to choose one address to start his journey, you may still see him on his voyage. If anyone would like to circumvent the "rules" and send a postcard from your area, just send me an email and I'll give you Jack's school address. He would love to add a few more push pins before the end of the year!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
My LIfe In Bullets
* 13 days until we move and I can't turn my head in any direction without cardboard boxes obscuring my view. Which, it turns out, is the antidote for feeling sad about abandoning my little house (I can't wait to get the fuck out so I don't have to look at cardboard boxes for a verrrry long time).
*An amazing woman from Canada took it upon herself to buy me not one, but FOUR bags of ketchup potato chips. AND...a small assortment of candies we can't find on this side of the border (can you say "sssmarties"?). She has refused my offer of money, so I've made it my mission to pay it forward to someone else who needs a pick-me-up. Any suggestions are welcome!
*At the same time as Brighid called to gloat about watching Gladiator, I was trying to wash my red-stained, ketchup potato fingers. My superiority complex was short lived, however, as she left me a message tonight that she's have boerewors made by some Dallas butcher. Whatever.
*7 weeks until I host my parents again. For two whole weeks. We will see if we can do any more damage to the Simply Crepes menu. I can't wait to love 'em up!
*I just got back from the East Rochester High School production of Grease...my nephew was Kenickie. It was awesome! He dedicated himself so fully to the role and impressed the hell out me. It was money and time well spent and I appreciate so much the effort those kids (especially my nephew) put into an outstanding show!! Plus, the kid who played Doody will almost certainly make it to Broadway...and it was a real treat to watch him sparkle!
*What I lack in quantity at work I am more than making up for in quality. I suck moose balls at setting meetings, but with appointments at both Nike and MTV in March, I have ensured that I won't be fired...yet.
*Two of my favorite lesbians on the planet shared a meal of shrimp scampi with us on Friday...and reminded me why I count them as two of the greatest blessings in my life. I love you both!
*I have officially given notice to my daycare parents. I'm done. I will watch my last two kids until the end of the summer...and then I'll be a retired daycare provider. Turns out the retirement fund sucks, but I hope to follow my dreams when the door finally hits them in the ass.
*I'm officially chubby. I can't stand the sight of myself, but I've decided to be kind to the moon face that stares back at me every morning...until we close on the new house. Then all bets are off and I'll be pushing hard to beat the flab. Will report my progress (but only if it's good).
*It's almost 12:30am, March 2nd. Time to go to bed.
*An amazing woman from Canada took it upon herself to buy me not one, but FOUR bags of ketchup potato chips. AND...a small assortment of candies we can't find on this side of the border (can you say "sssmarties"?). She has refused my offer of money, so I've made it my mission to pay it forward to someone else who needs a pick-me-up. Any suggestions are welcome!
*At the same time as Brighid called to gloat about watching Gladiator, I was trying to wash my red-stained, ketchup potato fingers. My superiority complex was short lived, however, as she left me a message tonight that she's have boerewors made by some Dallas butcher. Whatever.
*7 weeks until I host my parents again. For two whole weeks. We will see if we can do any more damage to the Simply Crepes menu. I can't wait to love 'em up!
*I just got back from the East Rochester High School production of Grease...my nephew was Kenickie. It was awesome! He dedicated himself so fully to the role and impressed the hell out me. It was money and time well spent and I appreciate so much the effort those kids (especially my nephew) put into an outstanding show!! Plus, the kid who played Doody will almost certainly make it to Broadway...and it was a real treat to watch him sparkle!
*What I lack in quantity at work I am more than making up for in quality. I suck moose balls at setting meetings, but with appointments at both Nike and MTV in March, I have ensured that I won't be fired...yet.
*Two of my favorite lesbians on the planet shared a meal of shrimp scampi with us on Friday...and reminded me why I count them as two of the greatest blessings in my life. I love you both!
*I have officially given notice to my daycare parents. I'm done. I will watch my last two kids until the end of the summer...and then I'll be a retired daycare provider. Turns out the retirement fund sucks, but I hope to follow my dreams when the door finally hits them in the ass.
*I'm officially chubby. I can't stand the sight of myself, but I've decided to be kind to the moon face that stares back at me every morning...until we close on the new house. Then all bets are off and I'll be pushing hard to beat the flab. Will report my progress (but only if it's good).
*It's almost 12:30am, March 2nd. Time to go to bed.
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