Archive for March, 2007
I think its fair to say that Kitty and I are obsessed with Knut. Why?
Do I really need to explain? Oh, and he has his own theme song, blog and podcast, just in case you need more Knut. And really, who doesn’t need more Knut? Knut, Knut, Knut…I just like to say it.
An adorable baby polar bear was just about the only thing that could get me through a day like today. At about 6:30 this evening, right at the peak of Ashok’s Super Cranky Hour, one of the trees in our backyard fell on our neighbor’s house. It was unbelievably windy here today, and I guess that’s all it took for an enormous Pittisporum tree to land on the roof next door. Luckily, no one was hurt and the damage wasn’t too extensive. Unfortunately, my husband was at a Lakers game and I was left to deal with the situation with my only helper being a tired, whiny baby (actually, he wasn’t much help). I’m proud to say that I managed to handle the situation without cursing in front of my child too much and without turning to drink. Thankfully, looking at baby polar bears can help you forget your troubles, not unlike heroin addiction. Thanks, Knut.
March 27th, 2007
If you look at Cute Overload, you’ve already seen this…but it’s worth being redundant.
The house search continues-we may have found something promising but it makes me too nervous to even start writing about it. Ok, I have to go throw up now.
March 22nd, 2007
Hang on, let me just log in here….
Holy crap! These prices are ridiculous! Are you sure you guys can afford this AND send me to college?
Heh….that was fun. Can I have some boobie now?
March 17th, 2007
After just about a week on the market, it looks like our house is going to be snatched up. Waaaah. (more of that later.) Last week was a crazy mess of house showings, all leading up to the big open house on Sunday. In preparation for the big day we followed a pre-set list of to-do items in order to make the house palatable to the public:
- Clean up dog poop, looking closely for stealthy poops hidden in secret places
- sweep up dog/cat/Shalini hair
- air out house to eliminate Funky Dog Smell™
- empty diaper containment system to eliminate Poopy Baby Smell (patent pending)
- hide valuables in super smart and yet somehow easily discoverable hiding places
- ask dog for better hiding places
- load dog, cat, baby, violin, computers and two adults into car, drive to mother-in-law’s house
- dump everyone/everything with blessed angel of a mother-in-law
- go have lunch and drink wine in the middle of the day-woohoo!
Guess it worked. We had over 40 people at our open house on Sunday. Our neighbors, who were out working in their yard all day, informed us that the vast majority of the lucky contestants were tattooed, brooding hipsters. Our neighbors are now worried they may not be cool enough for our street. Why do you think we’re moving?
So far we’ve had 3 offers and could potentially get another. We’re happy since they are all right at or over our asking price. I’m particularly happy since it seems like no matter who we pick, our little pink house will go to someone who fell head over heels in love with it this weekend (we got lots of notes from realtors like “my client is very emotionally attached to the house”), and that’s the kind of person I want to sell to, even if they are hipsters. And now I will try not to well up with tears as I think about moving out….there, see how strong I am?
Only problem? No house for us yet. We have a contingency on this deal so we have time, but still…it’s hard to go from living in a house that you adore to thinking about moving into something that is just ok. So, we are trying not to settle and hold out for something we really like.
And if that doesn’t work, we’ll just take the cash, get everyone back in the car and head to Vegas.
March 14th, 2007
I don’t know what brought this on. Perhaps it was that poor Miss Cleo was stuck in the laundry room for the afternoon while the house was being shown that led her to protest by sleeping on the dog’s bed. But the fact that the dog just went right ahead and snuggled up next to her? Fantastic.
Our house is officially on the market now. So far so good, I won’t jinx it by saying anymore. Tomorrow morningwe hit the road again, looking for our next house. There have been a couple of possibilities so far but nothing has really floored us yet. I know the house is out there, I just hope we find it before someone else does.
Work has been picking up again which is good but tiring. For the next couple of weeks, I will be playing on two different movies, each the third installment in a series. Good thing, because once we buy a house, I’m going to need that money for our new and enlarged mortgage payment. In the meantime, I’m trying to enjoy what could be our last month in our sweet little pink house. You’re a good house, I love you.
March 9th, 2007
Because I like to jump on a good bandwagon.
The last two weeks have been crazy. This has been the most I have worked since having the baby and I’m pretty worn out. Thankfully, some big concerts are behind me now and they went pretty well. Unfortunately, all this work, combined with not much sleep and Ashok being sick most of last week has resulted in a) no exercise in god knows how long b) great consumption of Girl Scout Cookies and c) general grumpiness.
I wish I could say I’m looking forward to a week of staring at the baby and engaging in meaningful conversation with the dog, but alas, a Major Life Decision threatens to upset all that beauty. We have decided to sell our house. It goes on the market this week. Although I am excited by the prospect of a bigger house, more storage space and 2, count them 2! bathrooms, I love our little house so much that it sort of breaks my heart. We have put a ton of work into this place, particularly the backyard, which we had completely landscaped. It makes me sad that we won’t get to see our beautiful hillside cactus and succulent garden grow in, and even sadder to think that the next person who lives here might rip it all out and pave over it, but then again….TWO BATHROOMS.
This weekend, we begin the arduous task of looking at houses. Even though there is an aspect to that process that is fun, I remember how frustrating it got last time when we felt like we had to look at 25 pieces of crap before seeing anything worth considering. Hopefully we won’t poke our own eyes out or burn anything down on our first day out. Wish us luck.
March 2nd, 2007
