Adventures in Crazy

Yesterday, I said to hell with the universe.

Today, it’s paying me back.

The house, down the block, just went on the market for one hundred thousand dollars less than ours.  OMG!  WTF! and all those other abbreviations teens use.

True, it’s not as pretty as ours, slightly smaller, has a little different layout, and, as my sister pointed out, doesn’t have a fifth bedroom or kicking back splash. But, as I pointed out to her, for one hundred thousand dollars, I’m pretty sure they could add their own bedroom and install, not only their own kick ass back splash, but a whole new kitchen.

This is what I know.  They paid twenty thousand more for their house than they are selling it for.  It’s not a short sale.  If they sell before us, we’ll never appraise.

How’s that for sucking?

All this reminds me of a recent picture I took of Second Son.  Completely unaware of what was on the tv behind him, I couldn’t help but laugh, when this is what I later saw. In case you’re wondering what he’s doing, it’s his version of outdoing his baby sister ballet (learned from Despicable Me), because you know, he knows how to do it, not Little Lady!

Since Second Son’s been a baby, I’ve always maintained that he’s had a look in his eyes that said he was in on the joke that is life.  Turns out the universe and him have a lot in common.

Universe, please accept my apologies. Now, play nice.

Good morning (at least, so far).  Things are heating up around here, and unfortunately, I don’t mean weather wise.  In fact, I can’t remember a baseball season with this many grey, chilly days.  I don’t know what happened to the short sleeved shirts I was wearing a month ago?

No, I’m talking about life.  Saturday, First Son made his First Holy Communion, which meant family party, which meant lots of cleaning.  I should have never waited until Friday to start.

I am so proud of First Son and he was so proud of himself.  I have my sister to thank for taking this adorable picture of him in his sport coat, a term we have had way too many discussions about. No matter how many times I explain it, he still can’t get passed the idea of sports coat not meaning an Adidas nylon pull up.  As in:

Me:  ”Let’s go find you a sport coat.”

Him:  ”I already have a sport coat.  I need a suit.”

Or,

Me:  ”You’ll wear your sport coat with tan pants.”

Him:  ”I can’t wear a sport coat to First Communion!”

You get the idea.

Unfortunately, I don’t have many pictures from the day, since as the hostess, I was a little busy, but here are a few.

Sunday, marked the beginning of our third attempt to sell this house, which to tell you the truth, feels so ridiculous.  You think we would have learned, after our first attempt, and many turned down offers, to just grin and bear it, the second time around, but no.  I had to get all “not meant to be” and email-y, after a glass of wine, losing sight that the goal was to sell the house, not play fortune teller.  As in, “Maybe it’s not meant to be. Maybe, we’re not supposed to move.  Maybe, you’ll get transferred.”  And of course, the “Maybe the universe is just moving us in another direction.”  Which all adds up to, maybe, I’m just crazy, over analytical, and view every setback as the universe talking to me.  Maybe, what I need is some good medication in the medicine cabinet, if you know what I mean.

So, this time around, I’ve decided, damn the universe!  That’s right, it’s a new me.  I’m quelling all those fears and doubts that surface every time I try to sell the house and I’m just going to go with it.

All that being said, I do find it funny that every time we list the house, I fall in love with it all over again (I’m moving for the school district and smaller community, if you’re new here).  A love I didn’t have, when we first attempted to sell, and when we received our best offer, to date.  Maybe it’s the cleanliness factor?  Who knows?

But anyway, one of the things I’ll miss most is our long driveway.  The same driveway we finally bought a snow blower for, that has yet to be removed from the packing crate.

My driveway has come in pretty handy for playing and is the perfect place for a Sunday tennis game between brothers. Of course, after watching from the sidelines, glass of wine in hand, I suggested that they keep it to the driveway.  I wouldn’t want to be near these two on a real tennis court.  Can’t you just imagine the fighting, wrestling, and screams of laughter, that would accompany any  ”friendly” tennis match, these two might have.  God, I love these boys, even in all their craziness.

And finally, yesterday, in one of more energetic moments, I decided to re-stain the deck. It was looking pretty shabby.  I thought I had picked the perfect day, cloudy, no rain in the forecast.  I took about two hours to prep, sanding down some parts, vacuuming, sweeping, picking up.  Then, I began painting…and the sun came out in full force.  The deck was burning and I was sweating.I took a break to make Second Son lunch and it clouded up again.  I went back to work, and the sun shined down, again!  Then, I ran out of paint, so Little Lady and I made, what was supposed to be, a quick trip to Home Depot.  We drove home in drizzle.  By the time I got back to my house, it had stopped.  It was very cloudy and cool, again, and I stained as fast as I could, trying to outrun the rain that wasn’t supposed to come.  I was just finishing up, when the rain came pouring down.  Seriously?!  Let’s just say it’s going to need some touching up.

That’s it for now, I have to go tidy, since I’m once again, on showing alert.  Have a good one.