Thanks to everyone who sent good house Karma. We heard from the realtor just bit ago, and our offer was accepted, apparently with everything we asked for. Yay!

Tomorrow, we go to watch the inspector do his or her thing, and we’ll take pictures while we’re there.

The closing will be in about three weeks.

Which means that my talking about houses will only be for a finite length of time.

T3: Girl Scout Cookies


::Girl Scout Cookies::

Onesome: Girls’ Night Out- Do you ever just feel the need to drop everything and go hang out with your pals? What do you all do when you go out? Something “wild” like partying at the bar, or something as “mild” as just hanging out at a coffee shop and discussing the latest books you’ve read? Or do you head over to a pal’s house to watch the big game?

Coffee klatsches, absolutely, movie night, sometimes. I’ve always wanted to have a live writers group, but have been too chicken to start one.

Twosome: Scout- Were you ever a scout as a kid? Which branch? Did you join willingly or was it something you did because everyone else was or your parents thought it would be “good for you?”
I was a brownie for a while, but we moved around a lot when I was a kid, so it was difficult to stay involved in such things. My friends were girl scouts, and I used to visit their troop meetings.

Threesome: Cookies- What’s your favorite kind of cookie? What’s the strangest cookie you’ve ever had or heard of but been too afraid to try? And do you buy Girl Scout cookies? Which ones?
My favorite cookies in LIFE are Thin Mints (Mystic Mints) whatever they’re called. Chocolate and mint, mmmm. (I like mint milanos, too). If someone at the office has a child selling cookies, I buy them, but as we don’t have any children of our own, or have any close friends or family with girl scouts of their own, we don’t get to do that very often. (So, um, if you read this, and you’re near the DFW Metroplex, you have an easy sale here.)

House Update

On Saturday we made an offer on a house in Grand Prairie, TX, which we both really loved.

On Monday we were told they’d accepted another offer on Friday, but it was contingent. We agreed to give it 24 hours.

On Tuesday – today – we made an offer on a different house in Grand Prairie, TX.

You can see it here.

Musings in the Very Early Morning

This entry was written longhand in a notebook at 1:20 AM on Sunday Morning, 12 September 2004.

I’m sitting in bed, this horribly small double-instead-of-queen with conventional-instead-of-pillow-top mattresses rented bed, a towel beneath me (cheery, yellow, cotton, MINE) because it’s THAT time of the month, and the (also rented) sheets are white (very soft cotton, but still, white)and I’m terrified of staining them since the dogs have already left their messages on the carpet. I’m sleepy and crampy and craving peanut butter, which we have, but I’m not in the mood to actually walk to the kitchen. It is, after all, two whole rooms away, and I’ve finally gotten comfortable.

I spent all afternoon, with Fuzzy’s help, de-spyware-izing my laptop, which is serving as my primary – my ONLY – computer while we’re in housing limbo. (Anyone who doesn’t consider an apartment to be housing limbo has never owned real estate.)

Fuzzy, typically, is still computing while I sit here finding comfort in the flow of liquid ink (deep blue) over faintly blue college-ruled paper (I prefer green, but, paper is paper at this point). We have a tv in here, but expanded basic is worse than nothing at all, as there are no movies and no Bravo, and we have nothing to put the damned thing on top of anyway, so we watch the same basic channels on the rental tv in the living room, which is weird and black, and I still haven’ figured out any channels except O and the weather channel and scifi. Where the hell is NBC? Anyway, I’m kept company by the sound of NPR’s overnight BBC service issuing tinnily from the speaker in the rented and extremely cheap clock radio, with a counterpoint of Cleo snoring. Every so often she turns on her back and sticks her paws in the air, and I reach over and rub her warm pink and black belly. My dog is a total hussy, even when she’s asleep.

I need to sleep but my mind is racing, my imagination flirting with outlines for this year’s NaNoWriMo project, as well as with things about my new home state that I want to learn, discover, experience, remember, research. (About Nano, you’re allowed to do prep before the MONTH starts, just no actual writing.)

Fuzzy is concerned about me. Cleo wrapped her leash around my foot and I fell and banged my head on the stairs and the timing coincides with me being spacey, distracted, and muzzy, but I don’t think I blacked out really, and there’s no lump, and as I told the man, all my instincts are SCREAMING at me to make this place into a home, but it’s not home, it’s temporary, and 90% of our stuff is in storage.

I’m babbling and losing my train of thought, and becoming more interested in the BBC interviewing Toni Morrison than in writing any more tonight. I want to rest and float on the sound of distant voices.

And so I shall.

House Karma Requested

(Apologies to LJ readers who get my RSS feed)

So, after looking at thousands of really nice houses (ok, well, 30 – but it FELT like thousands), we’ve made an offer on this house in Grand Prairie, TX, which is about 25 minutes from Fuzzy’s office at the Dallas InfoMart, and about 20 minutes from Fort Worth.

We’re hoping they’ll answer quickly, as we want to do a short close.

We think it’s a great house: 5 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, study, pool….and we like the neighborhood, which is 0.88 miles from the nearest Starbucks.

(We do have a backup house in the same neighborhood, in case this deal doesn’t go through. Smaller, but just as cute.)

For additional pictures, room sizes, etc. go here.


It’s not that there aren’t tons of things I could be writing about, because there are, but I’m still tired from the trip, and restless and antsy because we’re in this apartment. Ugh. It may be a foofy apartment, but it’s still not a HOUSE. I think it’s worse because all of our stuff is in storage, and while my laptop is great for blogging in bed, it’s not at all comfortable on a desk, as a primary system.

But we finally have a phone number, and even though I’m Bravo-less, the noise from the tv is keeping me from feeling disconnected.

On our trip, and even here, we’ve been waching the weather channel, mostly. And I’ve spent far too many hours looking at houses on the web, and trying to decide what I really really want. So far, the leading contenders are both at the top of our price range (a range I set based on what we can afford comfortably on ONE income), and I’m concerned that the areas are TOO remote, too suburban.

And Fuzzy won’t tell me what he LIKES, but then when I like something a LOT he doesn’t.

Well, off to look at another option and then dinner…and trying not to grumble that we haven’t picked a house YET, and I can’t deal with more than a month in this apartment.


Soooo tired

We didn’t leave San Jose til after noon on 8/31, but we made it to Barstow anyway. The Ramada there was supposed to have net access in the rooms, but didn’t, because it wasn’t working, so I resorted to a public kiosk. They. Are. Horrible.

Today, we drove Route 66 in reverse: Barstow, Needles, Kingman, Flagstaff, Gallup. Most of the drive was fine, if boring, but the Barstow-Kingman section was the worst. Especially near Needles where the car told us the outside temp was 112 at noon. Thank god for high speed limits and flat roads.

We’re in Gallup now, and I’m trying to deal with horrible sunburn (from hanging outside while the movers were doing their bit on Tuesday), a sore throat (from breathing in the blasting a/c all day in the car), and just being tired. The dogs have been amazingly good for creatures who hate to travel. There was a small skirmish over a cheese nip today, but mostly they’ve learned to stay in their back seat, and sleep or at least stay still. However, you can feel their eyes boring into the back of your chair, as they send dog-telepathy messages of “hold me, feed me, love me.”

According to MapQuest, our foofy temp digs are 12.5 hours away… we may not do the whole drive tomorrow, but a good chunk of it, at least.

Bed now.