I have a question for you guys; answer as you see fit or as you care to do so (actually, a lack of answers from the peanut gallery will serve as an answer in and of itself). Would you mind too terribly if I knocked off the entry picture of myself, and if I found some other way to publish pictures of Sam, like a gallery?
I'm really missing my journal lately, and I've even been posting some lengthier entries in the weblog. The idea of hauling out the camera and snapping a picture or two before I can even begin to write, though, is daunting enough to make me procrastinate. I'd like to automate the journal, but I can't find any way with Movable Type to have different sidebar content each time and still preserve older entries as they were written.
The bottom line is that I miss writing the way I used to do, jotting down what m day was like, or musing about family. I need that again, but I'm not sure how to get there and still maintain my current trappings. Would it be too big a loss just to dump some of them?
(If I had a webcam that would automatically save and upload pictures, that might work; as it is, even my regular digital camera is starting to go a bit nutty and crash whenever I try to view taken pictures.)
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, house hunting. The short version is that that we had an offer accepted on the house, and then all hell broke loose. We had an inspector come in, knowing full well that he was likely to find some problems; it was an old house, after all, and the roof was showing signs of its age. We did not expect to hear that not only would the roof need replaced within the year, but the water heater was broken, the central air was not working, the windows were rotten, the electricity would need redone in both the garage and in the porch (and rewired for three-prong outlets throughout the house), and that, to top it all off, the place needed radon abatement.
We offered to still buy the house if the sellers would fix the issues. They agreed to fix everything except the roof and the very rotted large kitchen window; for that, they said, we'd need to come up to their original asking price. Now, we had made our offer to them without even knowing that these things would need done; going up with that knowledge was out of the question. We walked away from the sale and counted it as for the best.
So back on the market we went. After a month of searching and visiting, we found another good candidate. (You can read all about it and see some of my own pictures here.) It looks wonderful, and the major issues of maintenance look okay: the water heater and central air are new as of last year, for starters. The roof, like the last place, is showing its age, but that's not such a big deal by itself.
We've had an offer accepted, and the inspection will be this Tuesday. Wish us luck; after that last fiasco, I need a positive experience. I think this is going to work out.
Tomorrow is my sixth wedding anniversary. That's candy, right? Heh. Maybe we'll pick some up at the movie theater; my parents are on their way into town as we speak, and they're planning to watch Sam for us while we go out to celebrate.
I haven't seen a movie in the theaters since Christmas, when we saw Lord of the Rings II, and before that it was our last wedding anniversary. I miss seeing movies so much; I used to really enjoy sitting in the dark with Eric's arm around my shoulders, hearing the crashes and booms of the almost unbearably loud soundtracks. There have been so very many intriguing-looking movies released since Sam came along, and I always sigh and say, "I guess we'll see it on video," but by the time that happens, I forget which ones they were.
Anyway, I think we'll probably see either the Matrix Reloaded or X-men II (nothing like sequels to get me into a theater; on our last anniversary, we saw the second Star Wars movie). I think we'll either get a nice lunch before or a fancy dinner afterwards, depending on whether Sam looks to be more inclined to miss his nap or stay up late. My brother will be here, too, so in any event Sam will probably be in a just ducky mood.
Six years - wow. And since we've been dating since my freshman year of college, we'll have been together for ten years come this fall. I've been with him for more than a third of my life. That feels incredible to me, and at the same time, so natural. I can't remember what it was like to not have him in my life.
These first two years of Sam's life have been the rockiest period of our relationship, and we still have very bad moments. We've come through them intact, though, and things seem to be improving steadily. I can say one thing, though; if we ever do decide to have another child, I want to do everything in my power to make sure that we're on rock-stable footing beforehand, and that we're prepared for rough terrain afterward. Whoever started the rumor that babies improve marriages must have been smoking some high-quality crack; Sam's wonderful, but he sure was hard on the unit that was "EricandCarrie."
After we've moved into the new house, Eric and I have plans for a little game that will help our finances and assist us in breaking old habits. We're calling it "40 Days of Beans and Rice." We're not actually going to limit our diet that literally, but we're going to attempt to go for forty days without eating out or ordering in. Hopefully, by the end of the forty days, we'll have built new habits.
Oh, and if we screw up, we have to tack on an extra five days at the end. That will teach us!
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one year ago:
I had another one of those wonderfully sexy dreams of being pursued by a handsome stranger last night.
two years ago:
Yes, Mr. Pediatrician, it turns out that a back that doesn't bend is indeed a problem.
three years ago:
I glare up at him from my very shaky Downward-Facing Dog, which only makes him laugh harder. |
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