The Bitches.

So the bitches that own the PNH are a "big conglomerate" as my agent puts it. Apparently we were wheeling and dealing with some peon in said company, and now our contract is sitting on some manager's desk waiting for approval. We were supposed to have the PNH inspected today, but the bitches said no, we could not inspect until management signs contract.

We are pissed.

The PNH

The Possible New House, or PNH is being inspected on Tuesday. I drove by PNH today and took a bunch of photos of the outside of the house, along with some peering-through-the-blinds shots of the inside to show mom and dad when they return from Phoenix tonight. Its funny how I should be studying for my final tomorrow night, but instead I thought "I should really blog about looking at the PNH."

Should we get PNH, we close in a mere 26 days. I know that is too long for hubby, but I think it will go by pretty fast. We already have plans to see a Cardinal's game, watch his cousin get married and he's going to a coaching clinic, all before the PNH becomes The New House.

And now, a literal sneak peak into the PNH.



















Seriously, House Hunter's... why haven't you called us? We could totally do the show now that we have our house picked out.

Maybe?

So we counter-ed all week back and forth. I think we have come to an agreement, pending the inspection. I have this sick feeling in my stomach that there's something terribly wrong with the guts of this house, so I'm trying not to get too attached. I LOVED the inside of the house, the vaulted cathedral ceilings, the layout, the neighborhood. But I can't help think "what if?"

Now we inspect.

WW update

On the weight watcher front, things are going well. I'm still losing, with a few ups and downs. Mostly my problems are on the weekends and eating out/too much sweets.

I have managed to lose 12 lbs as of this morning, and people are starting to notice, which is a good feeling. The bad part is, very few of my pantaloons fit... Luckily I'm going shopping with CMT this weekend while the boys are drafting fantasy baseballs.

Negotiate.

We made an offer. They countered. We countered back. Now we are waiting, which is extremely difficult for a non-patient person such as myself. If they won't come down, I think we are going to continue our search and find something else.

I did fax the last 2 years worth of our financial history to our loan officer yesterday, which took a considerable amount of research. I'm glad I'm semi-organized (even though hubby would probably disagree with that statement.)

My Atypical Sunday Night

Yesterday on the way home from my father-in-law's I had get some documents out of our file cabinet, which is currently residing in our storage unit. At the back of the storage unit...

So to get to said file cabinet, I climbed over the washer, dryer, treadmill, then under the dining room table, under the foosball table and crouch between the gas grill and the foosball table to reach the file cabinet, in the dark using my cell phone as a flash light. Then I had to turn the file cabinet around and unlock it to get my documents and climb back out. I was pretty proud of myself.

Then when I stopped to get gas, I left my sweet puppy in the car with the keys in it, and he decided to get upset that I was leaving him in the car. He jumped up on the window ledge, where his foot landed right on the lock button, locking himself and the keys in the car...

These two events made for quite a long evening.

house talk.

Looking for a house is such a huge, semi-permanent decision, that hubby and I are having a tough time trying to decide which house we want. So many factors to consider - square footage, lot size, location, school district, neighbors, gum ball trees, not to mention the inside of the house...

I wish I could just let someone else make the decision for me. When we bought our last house (our first house) we only looked at one house, and it was in a great location for me to get to work, the price was right and it was the best school district in c-dale, so we signed on the dotted line no questions asked.

We loved that house, but after only six months, the furnace went out and we discovered that the wiring was so twisted that hubby couldn't even figure it out. And the neighbors across the street are complete pigs. They are the type of people who keep their RV parked outside and NEVER EVER drive it. Instead, their 17 year-old-daughter used it as her little private area to take her boyfriends...

We are trying so hard not to be duped again with this next house. We plan to stay there longer than 4 years and will start our family in this house. It has to be a good decision.