... the Doctor!
(with his director)
(with his proud parents)
(with his biggest fans)
(with his proud parents)
(with his biggest fans)Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Ugh
I've had lots to blog about lately ...
... my great Mother's Day
... a ginormous bruise
... wood ticks
... a meal prepared by my kids just because
... garage cleaning
... the end of the school year
... our upcoming trip to Milwaukee for DHs graduation
But, I have to admit, I'm not in the mood.
That's right. I don't feel like blogging.
I'm trying to find a house. like yesterday.
And it's not going well.
And I'm frustrated and crabby.
We have to be out of the temporary house we've been living in since July by July.
And I don't know where we're going.
We found a house we liked. It had been sitting on the market for seventy-some days. We made an offer. So did three other people. We offered their asking price with no contingencies. Someone else offered more. We didn't get it.
Back to square one.
We found a house we liked even better than the first one. It was a little out of our range, but we (and our realtor) thought overpriced -- we had looked at similar (and better) houses in the same neighborhood for less. We tried to negotiate, but he rejected every offer. He's only willing to drop $2000 and won't pay closing costs or specials. This dude has a Porsche in his garage and one soon-to-be-graduating kid. I've got a minivan with the wipers stuck in the up position and a driver's side mirror held on with duct tape. I've got four littles and a husband just finishing seven years of graduate school. And he won't negotiate? What gives?
Now, I know God has a plan. But, man, this trust thing is getting harder and harder as July 1 approaches.
I want to cry. Actually, I am.
Prayers appreciated.
Back to square one.
(This sucks.)
... my great Mother's Day
... a ginormous bruise
... wood ticks
... a meal prepared by my kids just because
... garage cleaning
... the end of the school year
... our upcoming trip to Milwaukee for DHs graduation
But, I have to admit, I'm not in the mood.
That's right. I don't feel like blogging.
I'm trying to find a house. like yesterday.
And it's not going well.
And I'm frustrated and crabby.
We have to be out of the temporary house we've been living in since July by July.
And I don't know where we're going.
We found a house we liked. It had been sitting on the market for seventy-some days. We made an offer. So did three other people. We offered their asking price with no contingencies. Someone else offered more. We didn't get it.
Back to square one.
We found a house we liked even better than the first one. It was a little out of our range, but we (and our realtor) thought overpriced -- we had looked at similar (and better) houses in the same neighborhood for less. We tried to negotiate, but he rejected every offer. He's only willing to drop $2000 and won't pay closing costs or specials. This dude has a Porsche in his garage and one soon-to-be-graduating kid. I've got a minivan with the wipers stuck in the up position and a driver's side mirror held on with duct tape. I've got four littles and a husband just finishing seven years of graduate school. And he won't negotiate? What gives?
Now, I know God has a plan. But, man, this trust thing is getting harder and harder as July 1 approaches.
I want to cry. Actually, I am.
Prayers appreciated.
Back to square one.
(This sucks.)
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