So maybe I wasn't done yet. I had more to say, but didn't want to leave a huge long post. If you read my husband's blog (www.sevenbates.blogspot.com) you probably already know that we have put down a deposit on an apartment. If not, WE PUT DOWN A DEPOSIT ON AN APARTMENT!! My brother and his wife moved into some decent little townhomes near here and the rent is very reasonable. We went ahead and applied too and got approved. I guess today our friend Jared found out that he got approved as well. So now we can have our own little community parties and stuff. It should be fun.
The apartment is a little on the small side for 4 people, but bigger than our one bedroom we had before. The kids will have their own room finally, something I am very excited about. I haven't been alone with my husband in bed for a long time. I know I know, it's not like the kids will all of a sudden not be in bed with us, but at least I can pretend for a little while. And the chances of actually getting to sleep in something other than my granny jammies are much higher. My parents regularly either look in to see if we are awake or come in our room as it is now. Not such a good situation since 7 sleeps naked usually.
We'll have 2 bedrooms, 1 1/2 bathrooms, a nice kitchen with room for a small table and a workable living area. There is a great closet under the stairs where I can stash some random stuff and the kids' toys when we don't want it all out in the living room. We're going to have to reevaluate some of our furniture and definitely purchase some new stuff. I'm really just looking forward to having somewhere to call mine. It's been so long since I've had that. In fact it's just a couple months shy of a year since we moved out of our home in Monrovia. That was so hard to do. I still feel like crying when I think about it. It was our family's first home. 7 and I at first in the studio downstairs. Then we brought both of our babies home to the one bedroom upstairs. We had the street fair to go to on Friday nights, the park, the library, the movie theater, the coffee shop, the grocery store and various restaurants within walking distance. It was almost perfect and I will always miss it. We actually plan to move back there some day. Of course, we'd much rather have a house, but the location of our little pink apartments couldn't be beat.
Ok, enough misty watercolored memories. OOOH!! 7 got us the tickets to the Barenaked Ladies show after all!! We're going!!!!! and I'm just a little excited. Can ya tell? I love them so much. I told 7 we needed to get the albums we don't have already so I can learn the words to all the songs. I just want to be prepared. I have this weird thing about being prepared for things. I get so anal about it at times that I'll ask things like are there more than one door on the building I am going to so I can't possible walk into the wrong place. I like to have all my bases covered. I pretty much don't want to go to the concert and either not know the words or be singing the wrong words and have the other fans think I'm some sort of weenie. Not that any of them will even be remotely thinking about me at all. But still.
Ok, dad looks like he wants to go to bed, and the computer is in his room after all so I'll close. I really should find more people to really talk to instead of doing this... heehee.
The apartment is a little on the small side for 4 people, but bigger than our one bedroom we had before. The kids will have their own room finally, something I am very excited about. I haven't been alone with my husband in bed for a long time. I know I know, it's not like the kids will all of a sudden not be in bed with us, but at least I can pretend for a little while. And the chances of actually getting to sleep in something other than my granny jammies are much higher. My parents regularly either look in to see if we are awake or come in our room as it is now. Not such a good situation since 7 sleeps naked usually.
We'll have 2 bedrooms, 1 1/2 bathrooms, a nice kitchen with room for a small table and a workable living area. There is a great closet under the stairs where I can stash some random stuff and the kids' toys when we don't want it all out in the living room. We're going to have to reevaluate some of our furniture and definitely purchase some new stuff. I'm really just looking forward to having somewhere to call mine. It's been so long since I've had that. In fact it's just a couple months shy of a year since we moved out of our home in Monrovia. That was so hard to do. I still feel like crying when I think about it. It was our family's first home. 7 and I at first in the studio downstairs. Then we brought both of our babies home to the one bedroom upstairs. We had the street fair to go to on Friday nights, the park, the library, the movie theater, the coffee shop, the grocery store and various restaurants within walking distance. It was almost perfect and I will always miss it. We actually plan to move back there some day. Of course, we'd much rather have a house, but the location of our little pink apartments couldn't be beat.
Ok, enough misty watercolored memories. OOOH!! 7 got us the tickets to the Barenaked Ladies show after all!! We're going!!!!! and I'm just a little excited. Can ya tell? I love them so much. I told 7 we needed to get the albums we don't have already so I can learn the words to all the songs. I just want to be prepared. I have this weird thing about being prepared for things. I get so anal about it at times that I'll ask things like are there more than one door on the building I am going to so I can't possible walk into the wrong place. I like to have all my bases covered. I pretty much don't want to go to the concert and either not know the words or be singing the wrong words and have the other fans think I'm some sort of weenie. Not that any of them will even be remotely thinking about me at all. But still.
Ok, dad looks like he wants to go to bed, and the computer is in his room after all so I'll close. I really should find more people to really talk to instead of doing this... heehee.
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