Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Going, going, gone!!!

After 20 short hours on the market, Travis and I received an official written offer on our house yesterday (a verbal offer came 10 hours after listing)!!!! We were amazed to see that they offered us only $900 under our asking price, which we thought was insanely high. But apparently not!!! Of course we accepted! Now the whole thing is contingent upon an appraisal coming in at or above the offer. Cross your fingers!!!

As much as I'm bummed to leave our little house behind, I'm SO excited to start building our new home. It'll be so nice to never have to worry about moving again that it almost makes the hassle of this one and the next one worth it. Thank goodness that we don't have very much nice furniture or other heavy stuff to worry about moving. Of course, that also means that once our house is done, those boxes will come in handy as something for our guests to sit on since we won't have any furniture. With the new mortgage and driving the Montero in to Salt Lake everyday, furniture may not be very easy to come by at the old Tabbal house. Guess I really didn't think through that whole 2 family rooms and a formal living room, huh? Well, all in good time!!

Thursday, April 13, 2006

And they're off!!!!

After months, nay even years (okay, just the two), of looking, hoping, postponing and planning, Travis and I are FINALLY starting to build our house!! Last night we signed the paperwork with our builder that allows him to begin the 6 month (at least we hope) process of building our first and last home together!! Here is the house we have settled on:

If you click on "view additional photos" button, you will see an actual house that was built from these plans.

I must say, however, I am going to be greatly saddened to leave our current home behind. When I first met Trav, the house was SUCH the bachelor pad. Only a few meager pieces of real furniture were in there: the kitchen set, the recliner, the bed, and the pool table. While it still has a long way to go, our little house has now become a home, fully landscaped and everything. It was hard to get Trav to budge on changing things, but once I had him convinced, we worked very hard to get it in the shape it's in (though I never did get so far as to talk him into the red pool room and the art work never was decided upon). While it is a starter home and I know it's ready for another burgeoning family to take it the next leg of the journey, it's become very dear to my heart. So much so that when our builder suggested that the new owners could tear out the sod, my flower bed and yes, friends, even dear Harry, our little Globe Willow and put in a big ugly RV pad, I about swallowed my tongue. I may have to consider bringing he and the other trees along to our new house. The man's lucky he didn't imply that the new guy should tear out my rose bushes, or it would have come to blows.

None the less, I am VERY excited to start our new house. We've really fallen in love with the floorplan and have spent several weekends wandering around a house being built that's the same as ours will be, minus the huge bathroom we're adding to the master suite. Though I still reserve the right to drive past our little house, see my trees and bushes growing up big and tall, and shed a tear.

Friday, April 07, 2006

How do people do it?!?!?

Travis and I are babysitting my nieces for two days and two nights until my sister and brother in law return from their cruise to sunny Mexico. My question to you is this: what is it in a child that makes them wake up with a smile on their faces, excited to face the day? If I could bottle this phenomenon, I would be a millionaire. I can barely roll out of bed and get my thing together for work, but Ella (the two year old), after going to bed an hour late and getting up twice in the middle of the night (the first time to stare me into wakefulness to present me with her empty juice cuppie and the second time to go bats screaming "Puppy!! Puppy!!" because the dog came in to sleep with me), was up and at 'em at 5:30, wanting to jump on the bed. How would it be?

Last night Amaia (the four year old) wanted to "eat at a restaurant" and was baffled because Travis and I weren't into her Chuck-a-Rama suggestion. She told me "They have LIKE Coke!!" Hard to argue with that rationale. But in the end we talked her into IHOP, where Ella ate pancakes faster than Travis could cut them up and stuff them in her mouth.

And then there was this morning. After talking Amaia out of calling KinderCare to find out if it was pajama day (it wasn't) and convincing her that, despite her arguments, I have been putting shoes on for several years now and hers were, in fact, on the right feet, I dropped them off only to have Ella crying and reaching for me to pick her up and take her with me. In the end I had to just leave her there bawling her little eyes out (but her hair looking cute as a bug's ear in her piggy tails).

So today, I am a tired, grumpy brute. Is this kid thing really all it's cracked up to be??

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

How true it is...

A wealthy man learns that he will soon die. Wanting to prove the old adage wrong, he decides to take his money with him. He calls together his best friend, his priest, and his lawyer. He gives them each one million dollars with the sincere promise that, after his death, they will place the money in his casket prior to burial. The three promise and take the money home.

The fateful day arrives. After the funeral, the three men place three duffel bags in the casket and watch it be sealed.

After a few months, the best friend goes to the priest laden with guilt. He tells the priest that he has a sin to confess.

"Father," he begins, ashamedly, "rather than seeing our dear friend's wealth go to waste, I only placed $500,000 in his casket and used the rest to help my family."

The priest, looking relieved replies, "I am glad to know your secret. I, too, have a confession. I placed $400,000 in the casket and donated the remainder to our orphanage."

The two, feeling that they could not conceal their "crime" from the attorney, decide to confess to him and let the cards fall where they may.

After hearing them plead their case, the attorney looks at them with great disdain.

"How could you do that? He was your best friend and a member of your flock! You two should be ashamed of yourselves! To steal from someone who trusted you so implicitly! I myself was tempted to betray our friend, yet, on the day of his funeral, I placed a check for the FULL MILLION DOLLARS in his casket!!!"