Tuesday, January 31, 2012

It's Almost Time

When I met my husband back in 2003 I found out, after finding out he lost his leg when he was younger, that he received an annuity every month plus a lump sum every 5 years.  His annuity is enough that the neither of us have to work, and we live quite, well extremely, comfortably.  Well 2012 is our year.  This is the year we're finally going to be able to buy a house since his first lump sum is coming in.  (Well, technically, second but that's a long story that I don't care to get into right now)

(That's probably what I would look like doing a happy dance so I found it fitting to insert that into this post)

Yesterday this realization finally hit home.  TJ called a mortgage broker, we found out our credit scores, what our interest rate would be, and what kind of loan we could expect to get.  Well, it's all good news.  After finding out my 3 scores (which range from 741 - 780) and his scores (which range from 680 - 720) our interest rate would be nearest to 4% and we qualify for, and beyond, the house we're extremely interested in. 

One problem, and one problem only, we have to wait until June to be able to put the money down that's required.  I'm, well we're, really hoping that this house (which is a short sale by the way) stays on the market until then.  Obviously there are more houses but this one seems perfect.  We're not looking for a perfect house because we plan to renovate but this house has the space, the location, and the right price.  

The basement is completely unfinished, which is a bonus in our opinion.  It's got a garages upstairs AND downstairs, which works for my husband.  It's on over .5 acres, which is perfect for our animals, and it's livable, which is perfect for everyone.  So, if you're reading this, cross your fingers for me and my husband that this house doesn't go before we even get a chance to look at it.  If it's meant to happen, it will.  If not, we'll find something else.  Either way, we get to stop being renters this year and finally own or very own home.


Wednesday, January 18, 2012

What I Would Say To Younger Me

Dear younger self.  I have a few things to say to you.  You might not want to hear it but it's got to be said.  In no particular order, here goes:

 - Stop worrying what everyone thinks about you.  Eventually you'll realize that they aren't really important.  What's more important is loving yourself.  Cliche, I know, but it's so true.

 - Don't let the relationship between you and your Grandma dwindle.  She really doesn't have much longer and you're going to regret not getting to know her better.  I know she talks A LOT and sometimes you just can't handle it.  I promise, it will be worth your time.

 - In early 2003, on February 12th, sometime around midnight, you need to be online in a chat room on Yahoo!.  Yea, seriously, I know it sounds stupid but just do it.  Oh, and when a guy with the name biggluver23 (yes it's cheesy but trust me you'll want to remember it) asks to chat, DO IT.  You'll marry that boy someday.

 - Don't pick up smoking.  Just don't.

 - When you drink, be careful.  Especially on New Years.  Oh, and your 23rd Birthday.  You wouldn't want to ruin anything by throwing up all over it.

 - Never, and I mean never, feel like you've got to impress anyone.  When you're working at McDonalds, and you're feeling a lit fat, don't you dare stick your fingers down your throat and make yourself throw up.  I know it seems like the easy way out but it's only going to make things worse.  You'll never be able to forgive yourself for putting your body through such torture.  If you want thin hair, brittle teeth, and all over poorer health, go ahead, do it.  OK, no, don't do it.

 -  When your husband tells you he wants a dog, make sure the first one is a boy.  Also, make sure you assert the fact that you don't like little dogs.  Yea, you're happy with the dogs you have, and you love them dearly, but one of them has diabetes and it's quite a pain in the butt to deal with.

 -  I promise, Grandpa will be OK.  It's a slim chance but I can guarantee you that he's going to be fine.  He might not be the same but he's going to make it.

 - Take, at least, one photography class somewhere during those school years.  You're going to regret not knowing how to work that awesome camera you eventually have.

 - In 2008 you're going to get an offer to move into a house.  It's going to come from a family member.  DON'T TAKE THE OFFER!!  It's only going to ruin your relationship with that family member.  

 - Make sure you grow your relationship with all of your family.  It's going to be invaluable in your later years.  You may not want to hang around them but please do.

 - Don't give up on school.  Not High School, you do really well there.  I'm talking about college.  No matter what you start to think, and no matter how much the people who work at the college upset you, you'll regret not finishing.  I know, right now, the school you're thinking about going to isn't offering what you think you want to be when you grow up but  wait a little bit.  They will, eventually.

 - Also, UVSC isn't for you.  Don't apply, don't pretend, don't go.  That's all I'm saying.

 Gosh, I know there's more I want to say to you but digest this first.  We'll talk again soon.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

One Of Those Nights

The other night, around 10:30pm, my husband and I crawled into bed.  We were slightly tired and I was ready to read.  I picked up my armchair pillow, threw it on the bed, and grabbed my Kindle.  Flowers for Algernon has me so captivated right now I read a few lines every chance I get.  TJ grabbed his iPod and, as he does every night, loaded MahJong.  He's really addicted to that game.  For the next 20 to 30 minutes we were lost in our own little worlds.  Around 11pm TJ put down his iPod and curled up under the blankets.  He was looking pretty tired.  I, on the other hand, wasn't tired at all anymore.  I had finished reading what I wanted to complete but I wasn't tired.  I picked up my iPod and started searching the app store.  Did you know they have a Simpsons Arcade game?  It's hilarious, and horribly difficult.  Did you also know that when the game loads a doughnut shows up?  Ya know, like the giant pink doughnut that Homer is always dreaming about?  This is where the whole problem started.
Found HERE

TJ and I were now craving doughnuts.  

Where I live, there's only one doughnut shop and it closes at ... well I'm not quite sure when it closes, I've never been.  It's a locally owned shop and it's also over 45 minutes away.  There is a Maverick right up the street from us but by the time we debated back and forth about going up there it was nearly midnight and we didn't know if they'd have any left.  They're delivered fresh every morning but they go quickly.

For the next 2 hours we talked about making a pie or baking some brownies.  I wasn't really up for staying awake until 4 in the morning just to have pie.  On top of that, I would have to bake 2 pies because what he likes, I don't.  He wanted Blackberry and I wanted Apple.  (No, not homemade, store bought)  The brownies take 45 minutes to bake, plus 15 minutes to preheat the oven.  I wasn't going for that.  I wanted doughnuts and I wasn't going to let up.  I convinced TJ that I would drive, I'd unplug the truck (the block heater for our diesel so it takes less time to warm up and it doesn't strain the engine in the cold) and I'd even go into the store so that he didn't have to get out.  He couldn't resist anymore.

We trekked up to Maverick, it took all of 1 minute, and he was more than happy to go into the store to glare at the doughnuts.  We probably looked like 2 stoners out on a early morning munchie hunt because we had to ask the cashier if they had any dozen boxes for the Krispy Kremes while we giggled about the hilarious discussions we'd had about making The Boy run a mile in a dress and high heels.  Turns out, they didn't have any boxes (or high heels for that matter ;-)).  We had to put 12 doughnuts into those tiny little bags.  We picked up 4 custard filled, 4 maple glazed, 2 original, and 2 chocolate doughnuts.  We paid the, what I'm sure was, suspicious cashier and hurried back out to the truck.  We didn't even wait until the truck was started before digging into those puppies.  They had just been delivered not even an hour ago, we were told, and they smelled so amazing.

We got home, grabbed the bags, and headed back to bed.  My husband and I both at 2 more doughnuts while laying under the covers in bed.  By the time we finally fell asleep it was nearly 3:30am.  I could have baked a pie, or some brownies, but those doughnuts had to be the best doughnuts I'd eaten in years.  

Nights like these make the love I have for my husband even more amazing.  I know I married the right man when my stomach hurts so bad from laughing and he takes me out at 2 in the morning to buy doughnuts.  

Friday, January 13, 2012

I'm A Terrible Commentor

If I follow your blog, and you know I follow your blog, I want to apologize.  I sit here, even now on my own blog, wondering how to word this post.

Hi, my name is Alicia, and I am horrible when it comes to commenting on your blog.

Over my many years of blogging I've read posts that were thought provoking, funny, or all around perfect.  I think about how said post(s) relates to my life and nod my head.  I stretch my fingers and place them over the keys in their proper position.  I open up the section that says comment and my mind freezes.  I can't leave something that just says "This is awesome" or "Yea, I know how that feels".  That doesn't sound intellectual at all.  That post deserves so much more.  That's where I run into my next problem.

Hi, my name is still Alicia and I suffer from run on sentence-full-of-tangent-syndrome which tends to take my comment into nowhere-land with no hope of ever bringing it back around to its correct path of coherent thought.  

When I finally can come up with something to say it seems to take up as much space as the original post.  Why does it take me 2 paragraphs to say that I understand what the author of the post is going through?  Why can't I just be happy with "Yea, I know how that feels".  Why do I have to explain why I know how it feels and then explain why I know my distant 3rd cousin twice removed knows how it feels?  It's simply frustrating.

So this year I'm making a promise.  This is not a resolution, as I tend to break resolutions shortly after they've been made.  I will comment on your blog more.  I will think about what I'm going to post and I won't attempt to make you understand me with a slue of useless information that takes up a million miles of space.

See you around your blog!!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Weekend Madness

(I swear I'm not trying to focus on the bad things, like I said I would stop doing, but this is really what my weekend consisted of)

When you look back on the weekend and say "I really wish this could have just been a normal weekend," you know something went drastically wrong.  You also know that when you get contacted by the Police on a Friday afternoon something is more than drastically wrong.

That's how my weekend started.  Friday afternoon, while at Smiths trying to take advantage of their case-lot sale, TJ's phone began to ring.  He looked at the caller-id, looked at me, then back at the caller-id.  He had no clue who it was.  It's never a good thing when you're not sure who's calling you.  He picked up the phone and, on the other end, was The Boy.  (Check THIS POST to find out more about The Boy) 

As I sat in the passenger seat I noticed TJ's face turn quickly to a grimace, and then into anger.  I'm very good at interrupting a phone conversation and quickly butted in with "What's wrong,"  and "Who is it?" TJ, with the phone still pressed to his ear, said "The Boy got caught stealing from the store this morning, I'm talking to the cops now." My eyes opened up wide, my jaw dropped, and no other word than "what" managed to make it's way out of my mouth for the next 5 minutes.  I just couldn't believe it.

See, The Boy has a pattern.  He gets onto a good path for about 2 weeks (which is the last time he seriously messed things up) and then he decides that he's doing too well in life and screws things up.  This one, however, took the cake.

We asked the officer if he would just arrest him and take him to jail since this is an ongoing problem in our home.  Fortunately for The Boy this wasn't his third offense, it wasn't violent, and it wasn't a felony.  They couldn't take him to jail, they could only cite him.  We also had the option to pick him up right then or send him back to class.  I knew, as TJ did, that if we were to pick him up right then we would have had the overwhelming urge to beat him to a bloody pulp.  (Note: This would never actually happen, don't go calling CPS/DCFS on my husband and I)  TJ told the officer to send him back to class and we'd deal with the issue when he got home.  

The store he stole from will be pressing charges, which is what I wanted, and he is not allowed in any of these stores ever again.  If he steps foot on the property he will get a trespassing charge.  Isn't that fantastic?

So, this weekend, that's what I've been dealing with.  Making sure that things like this never happen again is my top priority right now.  Figuring out why it happened, since all he's got for me thus far is "I don't know" and "I was being stupid" is high on the list as well.  He feeds off negative attention so I've got to handle it in a way that will actually get through to him.  Calgon, take me away!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

What A Way To Start A Year

So this year, with the birth of my new blog (the one I'm finally completely happy about) and the realization that this year TJ and I are going to be able to buy our own house, I know it's going to be a great year.  I'll have to admit that the message didn't quite become clear until Jan 2nd.

Found HERE
You see, on Jan 1st around 1:30am I was heading my unhappy ass, and my drunken husband, to the hospital.  You know when someone is drinking and their mind just completely leaves the universe?  The classic Kristen Stewart look.  I mean seriously, does she have more expressions than just the one in the photo to the right?  If so, I've never seen it.  I digress.  They get that blank stare that, without words, says I'm not here anymore.  Yea, that's the face I got around 12:30am.  This was followed immediately by just over an hour of barfing with the bathroom door open.  There's nothing I love more than hearing someone heaving up nearly 1/2 of a 5th of Jack Daniels.  (Why haven't they invented a sarcasm key on the keyboard yet?)

After that over an hour of barfing thing, however, I was seriously concerned.  I thought, for sure, TJ had alcohol poisoning.  He was only taking around 5 breaths a minute.  He tried telling me, the next day, it was because he was hunched over the toilet and he was putting too much pressure on his lungs.  What he didn't realize is that he was stretched out with full access to his lung capacity, if that make sense.  I hadn't seem him this out of shape since he was 460lbs. I was terrified.  He kept trying to convince me that he could just sleep it off.  I would consider it for the 5 seconds between heaves and then my maternal-but-I'm-not-a-mother instinct kicked in and I forced him into the truck.

We were off to the hospital.

I don't think I've ever followed every traffic law in my entire life, but I did that morning.  I stopped for the required 3 seconds at every stop sign, red light when turning right, and I think I even stopped completely at some yield signs.  I wanted to get him to the E.R. but I didn't want to get pulled over in the process.  Thankfully there weren't many cars on the road, seeing as how it was after 1:30 in the morning, and there wasn't more than one police officer.  I got him there safely.  The Boy went into the hospital and grabbed a wheelchair as I pulled into a parking spot.  I can't remember the last time I had to transfer someone out of a vehicle but I swear, I don't ever want to do it again.

To make a long story short TJ is fine.  There were a lot of laughs, at his expense, two liters of IV saline pumped through his system, a double dose of anti-nausea medication, and some pain killers for the horrible pain his stomach was in due to all the barfing.  He was able to put himself back in the truck by 3am when he was released.

When we finally got home I just wanted to break down and cry.  He was OK but I was still a little terrified.  I let him fall asleep before I even thought about laying my head on the pillow.  He didn't know it but I was awake for a while after he fell asleep just making sure his breathing was at least semi-normal.   After knocking out, we both slept until nearly noon that day.

Thank goodness he's doing fine now.  I think the only thing weighing heavier on his stomach than all that alcohol is the impending hospital bill.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Guess Who's Back?!

Yep, that's right.  I'm re-re-re-reviving this blog.  Break after break does not a good blogger make.  I've realized something though, I'm not out to please the masses with this blog.  I've got my OTHER BLOG to do that.  See that shameless plug for my own, other, blog back there?  That's right, I'm shameless and ... I'm not ashamed to say it?  Eh, whatever.

I've finally semi-figured out what honest blogging means.  It means I really can't worry about how many people are reading my blog.  It means that I can't please, nor should I try to please, everyone.  It means I'm back and I don't plan on leaving for a long time.

So, first things first, I know this blog is reaaaaaaalllly empty.  I took everything down in hopes that some amazing inspiration would come to me.  I've got to get everything back in order.  It could take a while and, I won't lie, I'm in no rush to do it.

Second, I'm going to stop whining all the time.  My life isn't that bad, it really isn't.  I have no clue why I feel like I have to make it out to be some horrible drama.  Are there bad times I might blog about?  Sure, everyone has a bad day every once in a while.  I am, however, going to push myself to blog more about those amazing days, which are abundant by the way, instead of focusing my negative energy on my blog and not sharing the great stuff.

Third, a reference.  Whenever I mention The Boy please know that I'm not trying to leave anything out but, and I'm trying to figure out how to put this, out of respect for his parents I'll just say we, my husband and I, are legal guardians of a 17 yr old.  For those of you who know me, and The Boy, I ask that you refrain from using his name, or his relationship (or lack thereof) to myself and TJ, in the comments if I mention him.  Thanks a bajillion.

Lastly, if you want to find out what I'm doing alllll over the web, what websites I use, what I'm a member of, I suggest you check out my About.me profile.  Make one for yourself, share it with me, share it with everyone.  They're fantabulous.  If you click on the photo to the left it will take you to it.

I'm really excited for 2012.  Stay tuned for a better Princess living with an amazing Parolee!!