Thursday, June 30, 2005

40 acres and a mule

Back it up bitches, I own me some land. OK, not really land per se being that we are in a normal suburban community so if it is even like 1/8 of an acre, I would fall the fuck out, but it's MINE. Well, mine and the husband's but this is about me - as all things should be. We went to closing this morning and I was fully prepared for the closing attorney to look over some paperwork and go "Oh.....hmmmm...I see a problem." I just kept waiting for those words. They did not come. So we have signed all the stacks of shit they wanted us to sign, wrote a check out that almost gave me fits, and are now the proud co-owners (along with the mortgage company) of a cute house near where my husband works. So this weekend will be filled with moving trucks, boxes, living out of a suitcase and lots of deliverable food. Luckily those that deliver food in our neighborhood are well acquainted with us as I am hardly a culinary genius. I should have given them notice we were moving because I would be willing to bet my dog's life that every single delivery vehicle at our local Papa John's can put his car on autopilot to find my house.
On another note, yesterday was my sister-in-law's funeral. My husband, as I have stated before, is a rather large man. People frequently assume he plays for the NFL. I am not even kidding. The dude is a fucking wall. To watch this giant oaf fall apart for the better part of a day and a half is difficult. He is not one to "suck it up and take it like a man." He cries. Giant boo hoo tears. For that I am grateful. I am glad that he gets it all out and is not afraid to look unmanly or whatever. I also was concerned for his daddy who is another crier. So there I am in the middle of the Wall o' Man and Tiny Filipino - both crying. Watching your loved ones suffer through a loss is just so hard, ya know? I can not imagine losing a sibling. I just can't. It has to feeling like getting your heart ripped out a little bit at a time - a long stabbing pain that does not go away any time soon. He and my FIL are doing as well as can be expected, but this is just horrible. I am grateful that we have had this whole house thing to occupy our minds. It has been tremendously helpful for the husband for sure. I think without that distraction, he would have really stewed on all of this and been in much worse shape than he is currently.
Thanks to all of you who have been keeping us in your thoughts and leaving all the great comments because they have truly helped. It's so cool to know that people you don't even really know are pulling for you. So - party at my house this weekend. Bring box cutters to help us unpack and I will supply the alcohol and blender. :)

Elizabeth at 1:38 PM

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at 2:16 PM Anonymous said...: My thoughts are with you re: your SIL. Congrats on the house. I wish I was closer, I'd help yah unpack and celebrate but I'm in Philly!
at 3:33 PM Vajana said...: Ahhh---I just mailed your blog exchange package Monday so I hope I hope it comes to your house before you move!!!!!!! Please let me know when it gets there :)

my thoughts are with you with the SIL department. My husband is the same way and to see him cry at his grandpa's funeral last year was dreadful. Hope he is hanging in there.

Also congrats on the house I know it's been a long time coming!! Have fun decorating and enjoying your new digs!!! Pics!!!!
at 8:53 PM Pissy Britches said...: WOO HOO! Congrat's to you GIRLY!
How fucking exciting!
at 8:29 AM Weetzie said...: sfg, CONGRATS ON THE HOUSE! YAY!
I am glad that your hubbie is a great boo-hoo-er...way more healthy in the long run, I think. Cancer is a bugger and it is hard to loose somebody to it (I've lost 2 close to me this way). Hang in there and I wish I could come and help with the unpacking party!! =)