I’m back home after a week in Texas. Posting will be light this week as I try to readjust to the time zone again and the sheer exhaustion of all the remodeling I did over the past 7 days.
I’m really sorry for the sparse posting and scarce content when I do. Things will be back to normal soon. August is a crazy month, especially with our move coming up in 10 days.
I really appreciate all of the wonderful support that I’ve been offered by perfect strangers. I’ll be back soon, please don’t give up on me. I read everything that’s sent my way, and one day soon I’ll sit down and return all of the e-mails and comments.
August 14th, 2008
It’s that TOM, ya’ll. This is quite possibly a first - a LOSS. I’ll take that tomorrow too, please.
We went to the beach this morning and going down a steep set of old brick stairs I lost my footing and fell hard on my left knee, skinning it to heck and back, plus I twisted my right ankle. No exercise for me. 
I should be worried but I’m going to think positive. For now.
Currently Listening:
Mercy (Dancing for the Death of an Imaginary Enemy) by Ours
August 1st, 2008
Seems so familiar. Can’t imagine why.
July 31st, 2008
Maybe this is the first sign of any good things to come today? Certainly wasn’t a bad way to start the morning.
July 30th, 2008
Yes, yes. I’m so clever with the rhyming. *insert eye roll here*
So, here we go, starting with this morning the 29th, and going back each day until the 26th. You’ll notice on the 27th, something fantastic happened to my toes. That something was DH! He bought the polish and he painted them for me. Pedicures are no longer in the budget now that we’re crossing our fingers (and toes) for the bigger place, so DH has decided to pamper me every Saturday night with a fresh color for Sunday. Ah, love.
On the hate front… well, see below.
I am longing to be below 200 before our anniversary in mid-August, but it ain’t looking good.
29th
28th
27th
26th
July 29th, 2008
I certainly feel like a rodent, with all the nervous scurrying around I’ve been doing. I’m behind with my pictures, and I will update at some point today. This week could mean big new things for us, and all of my time and attention has been directed on these developments. We live in a teeny tiny house right now (300 square feet, oh my!). It’s essentially a one bedroom, so DS got the room and DH and I sleep on a futon in the living room. We found it quickly upon arrival and it’s very charming, so we snatched it up as fast as we could. After all, we were sleeping in our car until we found something, so time wasn’t exactly on our side. I get pretty cranky without a shower. ANYWAY.
So, yeah, 300 sq. ft. for a family of 3 is pushing things to the brink of where they can go. On one hand it was super, because we purged almost everything and now we’re not trapped in a house full of useless clutter that I have to find the motivation to dust and hide when company comes over. However, here, there is no company coming over. Where would they fit? For Mormons, this is a big issue. People always want to come over.
So I’ve been halfheartedly looking around for an apartment. We’ve never lived in an apartment before (although I lived in plenty of them in my single days), and I was trying to avoid it, because neighbors a yard away can be bad enough, much less being on the other side of your wall or on top of you. But the California market being what it is, we simply can’t afford a larger rental house right now, and we certainly cant afford to buy yet. Through my searches for a new place, I realized we actually found a pretty spectacular deal on the place we have. This was not good.
Saturday evening I found an ad for an apartment with two whole bedrooms, an amazingly reasonable price for this area, and they were having an open house on Sunday. So after Church, we headed over to check it out. It was perfect. And HUGE. Based on my quick measurements, it was just under 1,000 sq. ft. We won’t even know what to do with so much space, we have so little now. But the pure joy on our son’s face of being able to just run around and have room to play was enough. We filled out an application and left a deposit.
Now I’m in this horrible mode, because as the spouse I’m required to be on the application, even though DH is the financially responsible one. My credit sucks. I made some stupid, stupid, STUPID mistakes when I was a teenager and thought I was in love with a boy who was only taking advantage of me - and my credit, without my knowledge. When it became impossible for me to pay it back, not to mention have a clue on how to fix it, , I just had to let it go. Enough time has passed that I’m finally able to begin cleaning up my credit report, but it’s a tedious process. I was too young and too stupid to do what I should have done then, and have that jerk arrested for fraud and a myriad of other things, but I didn’t, so the blame and responsibility stayed with me. Not to mention that identity theft laws and reactions were far different ten years ago than they are now, and even now they’re sorely lacking.
So here we have this great apartment, it’s almost too perfect, and we may not get it because of my credit. I was honest with the lady and told her what she’d find on the report, and she said that if everything checks out as I say, then we shouldn’t have a problem because everything is so old. I sincerely hope that she was telling me the truth. I am trying to stop myself from wanting this place because it’s not a done deal, but it’s difficult. I want our baby to have a bedroom where he actually has room to play. I can keep sleeping on the couch forever, no biggie, but he needs more than what he has, which isn’t much. I feel guilty for taking him from a huge house into a teeny one on our whim and hopes and dreams, and never giving him the choice or even much of a warning.
So there’s the new place, and then there’s also the new job that DH interviewed for last week. If we get the apartment, and he gets the job, he’ll be working a half mile from our house. No more bus pass to buy and no more bus to ride! For him, that will save him 4 hours per day of public transportation commute, which is HUGE. The new job will come with more money, which will cover the increase in rent. The new place also puts DS in the best schools in our district, which is a bonus I won’t overlook. I’m scared poopless of him mainstreaming into kindergarten. I’m elated about it, because - HELLO - major progress and hard work on his part, but I have a healthy fear of how cruel kids can be and I don’t want anything to make him lose his love of school.
Oy. Prayer is the word of the day.
July 28th, 2008
I was 209.5 at first weigh this morning at 9am, but I’m still not used to being back on my old schedule. By the time I realized I had forgotten my picture, I had, of course, eaten breakfast.
And today really is the day I’m going to try WiiFit. Right after I do my dishes and paint DS’ room bright green.
July 25th, 2008
I’m exercising, I’m eating right. I’m annoyed.
July 24th, 2008
I’m not sure what the heck is going on, but I don’t like it. Not one bit.
July 23rd, 2008
