A Well Sorted Plan

It can still be good, though, right? In the last blog I mentioned how John and I have decided to set forth and look for a new home together! As exciting as this is, it appears it is going to be a lot of work. When I moved into this house 1) it was just me and 2) I was moving in from a 700 square foot apartment and 3) I have the tendency to make some impulsive decisions at times so it really didn't take very long to get stuff done.

In 2005 I wanted to buy a house - I made an offer on ONE that I had seen (I had only seen ONE) and only when that deal did not work out I was forced to spend a Saturday with a realtor and picked another one that day. Not a big deal. This move, however, is going to be very, very different. 1) There are 2 people involved 2) We are trying to move roughly 1200 square feet into (with any luck 2500 square feet) and 3) my husband, God knows I love him, is extremely anal rententive. This is a good quality, I supposed, because it may provide some balance to my impulsive side.

We rented a storage unit yesterday - and I won't tell you how long that took - nor the discussion that transpired over what kind of lock was going to be used on the storage unit... At about 2 yesterday afternoon I received a spreadsheet with a list of.... "MLS Number, Who Recommended the Home, List Price, Address, School District, Pros, Cons..." Are you getting the picture here? I love, love, love the hubs, but he truly believes that a spreadsheet is the answer to everything!

Needless to say - I will try to enjoy this ride - and probably what keeps me sane is the idea that once completed, I will have my very own room for sewing and yarn storage. As I was packing up my yarn two nights ago (people who view the house may consider my yarn clutter --- we won't hold their ignorance against them) I promised my yarn that after it was forced to stay in a storage place in a rubbermaid tub (we at least sprang for climate controlled; John does not want me to have to replace all of my yarn) I would provide a proper, more deserved home for it the next time I unpack it. Here are some stash photos... Doesn't it look sad??

Funny thing... I only purchased on 32-gallon tub... When I came home John said, "You know that isn't going to fit, you may as well turn around, go back to Target and buy another tub. Why would you think all of that would fit??" Hehehe... I love him, yes I do!

Have a great day folks... Tomorrow... I will carry the Meme torch passed by Taryn.

Adventures in the Saltsman Home

John and I have spoken, joked, hinted around on numerous occasions that maybe we should be in the market for a new home. While we realize this may not be the 'ideal' time to buy a home, we are both still gainfully employed (knocking on wood), and John's job seems to have something that resembles stability.

Currently we are living in my first home - my starter home - a home definitely made for one person, not two. I love this house - it was my first introduction into the adult world, and the first substantial thing that I purchased that was not a mistake :-) My little starter house is 1127 square feet, 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom. It's so cute! Unfortunately, I think John and I are outgrowing this house - and with any luck, we'll be growing our family next year. We joke that we can stay in this house until someone else needs to use the restroom - but we risk a potential homicide occuring in this house if we do not choose to part with it.

I mentioned that John and I have discussed this before - where I am quite sure he dismissed me and went about his daily business. Well - Grant (John's buddy at work) and John went to lunch on Friday - and Grant says, "John, this really is a great time to buy a house... blah... blah... blah..." I can hear the conversation now. Saturday morning John casually saunters up to me, "So, honey, Grant and I were talking yesterday at lunch and I think it would be a great time for us to start looking for a new home..." You could just see the little glimmer in his eye as he made his very proud statement, that I am sure he still thinks that he came up with... Whatever! You have to pick and choose your battles in a marriage and the realtor is coming this week. We're preapproved for a new home... And we'll see what happens.

While I may not get to shout, "H-E-L-L-O, that's what I have been saying..." or "Do you ever listen to me..." I do get to look for new homes. I've won this one, even if I don't get to brag about it - to him...