House Hunters

Brett and I are watching The Bulls play the Pacers! It's been bringing back fond memories of watching the Dream Team win six championships back in the day. I couldn't tell you anything about any of those games, but I remember them providing fun evenings.

We went to visit two new houses today in the Great House Hunt. Having put two offers on houses and being twice disappointed, I have these words of wisdom to offer the world:

When you think you know how buying a house works because you've watched House Hunters, you are wrong. That's the show where they take someone to look at three properties, all of which are beautiful, in the right price range, and empty. The buyer then decided between the property with the great yard, the one in walking distance of the beach, or the one with a home theater in the basement. They choose the house, low-ball the asking price, and move in the next week.

Yeah.

That is not what this is like.

I'm sure, like the job here KCF, that things will work out for us...eventually. It just adds stress that I'm not dealing with well right now in the first place.

wee!

I finished the Sprout baby sweater. I kind of love it.



I had some scraps left over so I whipped up a little hat to match. I could probably get a wee little pair of mittens out of the remainder.




I love the colors and the buttons are perfect. We're all set now for fall trips to the forest preserve and the museum!

In other news, Brett and I are working on buying a house, next weekend is Sheep Shearing on the farm, the weekend after that is Easter, the weekend after that is the plowing event and the weekend after that is my new Mother's Day program. The week after that is our big week of intensive school programs, then I'll be training a seasonal to fill in for me and the weekend after that would be a fine time for a baby to put in an appearance. I think I'll need the break...

quickly

Ok. I'm getting over the lamp. It really isn't a big huge deal, so I'm going to blame my weeping and raging on the insane hormones.

The baby sweater is coming along nicely. The body and one sleeve are done and I love the colors. I'll show you when it's done. Should be soon!

Lights out.

Remember my awesome Ikea lamp, the short egg shaped one with the frosted cherry blossoms on it? That looked so modern and cool and delicate and made me feel like my house looked more like what I want it to someday look like? The one that made me have a long debate with myself at the store about whether or not I could afford to splurge twenty bucks for a silly piece of lighting and decided to be responsible? The lamp that my mom surprised me with for my birthday because she knew I loved it?

Well, one of the cats knocked it off the dresser today and it shattered. A lot. As in, unrepairable.

I was, I still am, so upset! I must be on some weird hormonal kick, because intellectually I know it's just a LAMP for goodness sake and although it was special, it is replaceable. It's not like one of Brett's statues or one of Mom's quilts or anything like that. But it was so NICE and it made me happy to have it in my apartment. Like I might aspire to have beautiful things in my house, something that I had chosen just because I loved it, without compromising or finding a cheaper look alike.

This is why I can't have nice things. Ugh. So unhappy...