4 posts tagged “house”
I have big hopes for Milo. I want to register him with the AKC with their Indefinite Listing Privilege, where he'll be able to compete in some of the events, but I won't be able to show him. They have classes in San Antonio that are AKC certified that I'd like to take him to. I still want to get him in the PetSmart class, which I'll be able to do next week. I'm still trying to house train him. He knows that he's supposed to go outside, but he doesn't let himself feel guilty about going on the floor. Especially since poop makes such a fun toy!
Last night I traded my F150 in for a Ranger. [That means big truck for small truck.] My payment went down a little bit and my insurance went down a whopping $6, but I'll probably be saving $30-$40 a week on gas, so that'll be a big difference. Overall I would estimate I'll save about $150/month total. That'll cover my cable/phone/internet bill. I hope.
I'm also going to stop eating out and buying soda from the vending machine. It's $1.15 for a 20 oz. soda! That's ridiculous. Frugality will be my middle name. My last name will remain Baby. Dixie Frugality Baby. Right on.
Last night I was standing at the end of my driveway holding Milo, and a pit bull walked right past us. Pit bulls don't make me scream and run just because they're pit bulls, but I hate to think about Milo running up to that dog and that dog ripping his little throat out. Then animal control was parked across the street with a police car, and they were in that house's backyard with flashlights, but I don't know what they were looking for. I was thinking it may have been that dog. I dunno. I was being nosy, just standing in the front yard staring over there. But I know my neighbors would give me that same courtesy should something go on in my yard.
They're going to start working on the house next to me today. The people who originally bought my house and had it remodeled are doing the same next door. I'm a little jealous because they want to paint the outside a bluish-grey, but then I think about how the outside of my house matches the inside and how my little house has personality. Cha!
Updates! I'm finally all moved in to my house. Phew! Closing was ridiculous and I'm glad it's over. Now I can just worry about mortgage payments and insurance and utility bills. I put my mailbox up, which was ridiculous, too because I had to dig a 2' deep hole that still wasn't deep enough, and in the process I cut a snake open, which made me kind of sad, so I buried it with dirt so I wouldn't see it. [Once when we were little, my sister stabbed a snake with a small hand-held garden shovel, and I cried and told my mom because the snake had babies. It was one of the FEW times she actually got in trouble.]
I love my house and I'll post pictures soon. Milo has such a great time in the backyard, he runs around and around and around and around. Wednesday I'm having an estimate done for a new fence, so hopefully soon he'll be able to run around the backyard more often. House training is going better with him, but not perfect. He is only 3 months old, though.
Boy stuff, eh. I guess it's ok. He works every other weekend, in addition to M-F, so I only see him every other weekend. He lives about an hour+ away and is hard to get on the phone. We'll see what happens.
I'm also watching Big Brother 8 - when I remember - as well as catching up on Seinfeld. I'm on Season 4 right now. Other than that, nothing new. Just settling in and raising my puppy. Pictures soon!
UPDATE! Sorry, so much going on. Like your life was drastically impacted by my lack of update.
HOUSE: Closing has been postponed until Monday. I had to send them my divorce decree from Monday [I'm officially single] and THEN they needed the quit claim deed that gives him sole 'custody' of the house. So on Friday I had to run around doing that, which is a story of itself because they wouldn't take it, I had to redo it and get it re-notarized blah blah. PLUS the underwriters didn't get the paperwork to the title company in time for my 4pm closing time anyway. THEN my realtor calls and tells me the underwriters want a termite inspection. WHY WHY WHY DID THEY WAIT UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE!! So he calls me again later and tells me if the guy does the inspection on Saturday that I can close by Monday at 1pm HOPEFULLY which I hope is the case since my new refrigerator, washer, and dryer are coming on Tuesday. I'm all packed up, pretty much, and ready to go. Oh, and I'll be getting between $500 and $700 back at closing. Yee haw.
MILO: Milo is growing growing growing and he loves to hear himself bark, and he barks as loud as he can. I'm trying to teach him diminuendo. He is still mean but is also very sweet.
DATING: I met a guy that I like A LOT, but things have gotten a little off because 1. I found his MySpace page and it said he was GAY, but then he found out it was a crazy ex who put it up. I believe him because he had told me about crazy ex way before I found his page. 2. He doesn't call when he says he will. But he's coming over tonight so hopefully this weekend we'll get centered or something. I'm hesitant now.
That's about it. Just waiting, waiting, waiting and cleaning up poop.
It started off innocently enough, last night did. After we had an early dinner I wanted to go have a couple beers with Chuck. He wanted to go to The Icehouse, a local yokel place that I had no desire to visit. I suggested The Piano Bar and off we went. When we walked in it was practically pitch black and nice and cool, like a basement should be. We wandered around the heavy wood tables and couches and over-sized chairs before finally sitting at the bar.
Faced with all of those beautifully twinkling bottles of alcohol, I started off with an Amaretto Sour. Chuck took the Bud Light route. We watched some golf. It was so quiet and cool - we were the only ones there. Another couple came in. I had a Manhattan. Did you know that a Manhattan is not a nice drink? It is composed of bourbon and some other dark liquor that reminded me of sneaking drinks from the alcohol cabinet when I was a teen. I choked that down and followed it with a Double Raspberry Martini. We listened to the bartender make small talk with a regular. I had another Amaretto Sour. I had a Chocolate Martini. Another regular came in and started chatting. He bought a bottle of champagne and insisted we drink it with him. I had an Apple Martini. I had another Amaretto Sour. Chuck switched from Bud Light to Jack & Coke. The man kept buying us drinks. He is going to a cruise to Jamaica on the 5th and wanted to buy us tickets to come along. I was all for it, Chuck could not be swayed. The man made us drink shots called Sicilian Death. He reminded me of Anthony Bourdain with bad teeth and a sad face. This man has too much money. We left a little later and the place was so crowded I almost had to crawl to get out.
I woke up with a headache, of course. And I'm not going to Jamaica, because real life dictates that people don't go off with strangers on fully funded cruises. Today my mouth tasted like I liked some plant roots and I felt slightly confused. Like any other day.
Today I'm watching M*A*S*H, season 1, disc 2. It's hot and my ceiling fan is panting like a sick dog. My dryer won't dry - it will tumble, but it won't heat, so it will take about 12 hours to dry my one load of laundry. My toilet won't flush and I'm too lazy to figure out why, so Chuck will have to do that later. Stupid rusty water.
