A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Ξ June 4th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ CoffeeCaffeineJava, Moving Madness |
1. Our drive to our new house was supposed to last from Monday morning to Tuesday evening. Instead it lasted until Wednesday afternoon! I had read a tip somewhere that really worked…we had a bunch of snacks and dollar toys in individual lunchbags, and every couple hours the kids would get another bag. It really helped with the fidgets when we didn’t want to stop but they did.
2. We spent one night in Auburn, Alabama. The next morning at the hotel breakfast, chloe asked, “Mommy, what world are we in?” I replied, “It’s not another world, it’s just Alabama.” I hadn’t had my coffee yet, and it took a few strange looks from people before I realized how that sounded!
3. Our new backyard has a small fountain in it. Or so I thought. Our first day here the kids were playing in it and emptying it by the bucketful to make mud. When I checked on them, I realized two things: The fountain is actually a really deep pond, and it has five fish in it.
4. We have since discovered a frog who lives close to it. And tonight we discovered a baby frog, the thing is soo tiny, it’s like half an inch long. So we rescued it from the driveway and the tires of death, and gave it a new home in our pond, too.
5. It’s already hot and humid here. And I hear from everyone that we’re in for an extra long and hot summer. So I’m really thankful for this:
It’s The Best Mascara. Ever.
I get a tad shiny in hot, humid weather. Ok, I’m mopping my face up constantly. But this mascara does not smear at all! Before I started using it, I was constantly wiping under my eyes and sported the racoon look most of the time. This is not a paid endorsement or anything, just a girl who is thankful to look bright-eyed because my husband decided that Chloe and Luke should try sharing a room, and oh, the fighting and screaming and playing late into the night and the waking up early creates bags that just do not need to be emphasized by runny mascara.
6. I had to order new coffee k cups. We still haven’t found the box containing ours, and caffeiene is desperately needed (see #5 re children sharing a room).
And we still have tons of boxes to unpack.
We did find the coffeemaker.
But we haven’t found the coffee.
Pray for us.
(More updates to come later)
We had some terrible, terrible news today…
DirectTV doesn’t carry local tv channels at our new house. That means no 24, no American Idol, no Grey’s Anatomy.
After I recovered from the shock I realized that this just won’t do. No Jack Bauer Power Hour?
Buh-bye DirectTV.
I’m going to go search for a new company who can provide me with my weekly fix…
Surprisingly, I’m not talking about my children.
No, it’s the mortgage people.
We’ve all been running around like mad little whirlwinds trying to get all this paperwork done so we could close on Thursday, a good two weeks before we expected to close.
And all because they accidentally locked our floating loan rate the day we applied.
So today as I was getting ready to fax some paperwork that has already been mailed twice, before running out to the post office to overnight some insurance papers, and after my fifth call of the day about ALL THE MISSING PAPERWORK THAT WE NEED! RIGHT! NOW! I got another call from the mortgage dominatrix um, lady.
Oops. We were wrong. Your loan rate hasn’t locked yet. It wasn’t me who told you that was it? Would you like to lock it today? You really should lock it in. Then we can schedule your closing for some time next week, and we can all slow down and not rush so much.
I’m not feeling very sancitified toward her right now, ya’ll.
In fact, I may be harboring a smidgeon of bitterness in my heart.
Along with a large dose of wantingtoslaphersilly.
On the God side of things, I think the rate we’re locking in today is about .375 lower than the rate they had told us was locked.
He works all things for the good of those who love Him, people.
Including mortage sadists, um, people.