It’s official

22 10 2008

we are moving.

I don’t want to prematuraly say where yet. It’s not that if I do I might lose it, but ‘someone’ might try to cut me out. But we are going to be having a massive blowout sale.

Goodbye stove.

Goodbye sofas.

Goodbye washing machine I was all giddy to buy 4 months ago.

Goodbye Cal King mattress because you aren’t going to fit in the ‘new’ said place.

Goodbye having 3 bedrooms and massive hiding places.

Goodbye annoying mirrors all over my house I’m glad you’ll be gone because you scare the shit out of me.

Goodbye car #4 because you suck more gas than car #2. Let’s face it Car #3 is just better.

Goodbye personal space, because new place is going to be better.

Hello to ‘no’ rent, only utilities.

Hello to money saving.

Hello to my sanity from having ‘normal’ neighbors finally.

Hello to my ‘new’ roommates.

Hello 1 hour drives to work and school.

I’m anxious, but not at the same time.

I’m dreading the packing. I mean some INSANE packing. I thought it was bad when we lived in the apartment. This is FAR FAR FAR worse. More than half our stuff is going to be sitting in storage, another quarter will be sold in what I hope will be gone in just ONE HUGE garage sale, and the other quarter will have to find a place in the ‘new’ home.

Nyx is neutral on the situation. Though the ‘new’ home is out of his school district I will fix it so that he can still attend the same school. I’d really hate to transfer him out.

Preston is somewhat neutral on this whole move. He knows we will be saving TONS of money and it’ll work out for the better. He’s closer to his friends, which means more basketball and COD4 for him. We will never drive into town on the weekends, but it’s more the money thing for him right now.

Me? I guess I’m neutral too. I love this house, I really do. But we are just digging ourselves a bigger hole. It’s time we climbed out.

I swear the hole we dug, you could go spelunking in it.

Not kidding.

Downsides? It’s an hours drive from work now. WE all have to wake up at least 1.5 hours earlier. But really that’s just about it.

When the plans go into action and we start moving and selling our stuff. I’ll let you know end destination.

Till then, wait.

PS.

When is my wedding
Wedding Ticker from WhenIsMyWedding.com

PSS. Please someone remind Preston he is suppose to ask me soon. :X





On with the future without the trade in.

22 01 2008

#2

Man I look so weird in pictures. It doesn’t look like me, but it is me. I don’t see, me. I see someone else. Okay, I still see child me. I don’t see the mom, the career woman, or the student. I still see slacker me. It’s freaking me out, but I need to hold true to my promise to myself. With or without pimples. LoL. 😀 Anyways, on the point.

Nyx is driving me up the wall. He went to school, and I to work. I picked him and our whole thing to do was bake some chocolate chip cookies. And the first thing he does is throw a temper tantrum over cleaning his hands.

I hate hearing him yell at me, “My dad doesn’t make me do this. My dad doesn’t do that.”

Yeah well guess what?!?!?!?! I’m your MOM!!!

He then goes to, “You’re mean, I don’t like you!”

Yea well too bad I’m the only mom you have, and you are being mean and not a nice kid right now.

Which then turns into, “I’m going to Wal-mart to get a new nice kid that likes me. Then maybe he wants to bake cookies with me. And then maybe I can sell you on eBay!”

Nyx, “DON’T TRADE ME IN!!!!!”

Naturally I couldn’t hold in my laughter. I held him and laughed.

Nyx, “Mom I’m going to sell you on eBay. You need to be traded in because you make me clean.”

I love my son to death, but damn just wash your hands!

On a lighter note, Preston is slowly coming around and talking about our farther future. Future = kiddies and wedding.

So 2010/26 years old, we are aiming at trying for number 2. I know it’s so far away, but Preston really is an old fashioned kind of guy. Sweet I adore it, but the waiting is killing me. But on top of that I get a planned preggy partner, Nai.

To top it off before our next kiddie he wants to be at the very least. . . . *gulp* engaged. I’m not afraid of commitment, but don’t see the necessity in it right now. But I see it more as a big party and a chance for family and friends to show off an insanely expensive wedding dress.

I also see it the same way he does, a chance to shout out to the world, family and friends to confess his love to me, to each other. I want that too, but making bebehs are really at the top of my list.

*sigh*

3 is our goal. Before 2014. Ultimately this year is really going to be a big deciding factor us. A lot of things we need to get into order. Of which I need to start making that list after this. Maybe I’ll make my TT for this week.