I'm aliiiiiive!

A recap of the last 48 hours or so of my life...(sorry in advance for the TMI, but that's just how I roll).

12am Sunday-tummy not happy. Mentally hope it's just my paranoia b/c Jason's sister (who was staying with us) had the stomach flu. Fall asleep on couch to the sounds of Super Mario Galaxy.

3am Sunday-wake up on couch. Tummy STILL unhappy. Trudge up to bed, and lay there trying to will it away.

330am-Nope. No dice. Go throw up. Take pillow and Starlight (my 23 year old stuffed horse) to the family room, plop on the loveseat, and turn on the NCIS marathon that was going on USA.

7am-after laying on the couch in misery for 3 1/2 hours, go puke again. Followed by some disgusting stuff coming from the other end.

730, 8am, 830, 9am, 930, 10am-more of the same. Misery ensues. Stomach settles down, the other part doesn't follow suit until 1pm or so.

10am on-lay in misery on the couch. Let Jason wait on me hand and foot until he leaves for work at 4. Lay in more misery, but fend for myself. Watch House marathon on USA all day, and remind myself that I could be much sicker, and that show is proof.

Today-back to work. Bah! But yay for not puking. I had Wendy's for dinner tonight, and it was FABULOUS. I love food.


Coming soon-2008...in pictures!

Christmas christmas time is here...

Time for toys and time for cheer! Thank you, Alvin and the Chipmunks, for the best Christmas song EVER. Things have been pretty laid back this year, thank you baby jesus-dinner with my parents and sister plus my BFF Melissa, her two kids, and her parents at the OG last night, breakfast at J's dad and stepmom's this morning, hanging out with Sara, Molly, and Kramer (J's sisters plus Molly's dog), and now spaghetti and meatballs at my parents. I could get used to this quiet Christmas business...this year, Jason and I's present to each other was our house (this is what happens when you buy a house six weeks before Christmas) so that took some of the stress out of things. Homeownership is great, work is...work (for both of us), and life is fabulous.

So everyone, count your blessings and hug your loved ones! Merry Christmas!



And PS to KT (if you're reading this)-I win, you dirty pirate hooker! (KT bet that I'd be pregnant before Christmas and I most definitely am not. Night of booze, here I come!)

This time of year

I love it. Christmas decorations are up, the tree is decorated (and has been since the day after Thanksgiving), candles have our house smelling like a mix of pine tree and cookies, and the Christmas lights are on the house. I feel all warm and fuzzy and shit. It makes me appreciate just how lucky Jason and I are. We have each other, good jobs that allow us to pay our bills, a great house, and family and friends that mean the world to us. All of the petty bullshit just doesn't matter, in the long run.

And on a more lighthearted note-BOTH of my teams are going to BCS bowl games! Yaaaaay for the Buckeyes and the Bearcats! I am slightly bitter about the fact that the Fiesta Bowl is on a Monday night, but hopefully my school will have a snow day the next day so I can drink during the game :P

Two and a half weeks 'til Christmas!!

So.

Jason got fired. From the restaurant where he's worked for the last 6 1/2 years, where I worked from 2000-2006, and where we met. Don't freak out yet.

Backstory-J has been increasingly unhappy and disillusioned with his job and the company he works for over the last couple of years. The fact that the restaurant was bought out by another restaurant chain, which then implemented some policies and made some changes that are obviously about penny pinching and not about taking care of employees, just made it worse. He voiced his concerns/irritations, to no avail. So after much hemming and hawing, he picked up another restaurant job, serving at a local place with a similar concept to job #1, but with way higher customer volume and better food. (Note-I'm not saying the food at job #1 is bad, I still like it and both J and I will continue to eat there...but the food at the other place IS better.) Jason started training at this job a couple of weeks ago, shortly after we moved into the house. In between house stuff and training, he was scheduled for a bar shift at job #1 and didn't see it on the schedule. Luckily, it was a first out shift and from what I understand he was basically admonished "don't do it again." Well, he did it again. We were at the Browns game on Sunday (Go Colts!) when he got a voicemail from one of the managers saying he was scheduled to bartend that morning. Mind you, we were two hours away. So, there wasn't anything he could do. He went in on Monday, talked to the managers, and that was that. I have to say that they were all really cool about it, and I think that made it a lot easier for Jason (and I, for that matter-I've worked with two of the managers and have known one of those two for longer than I've known Jason) to swallow. Really, he's been unhappy there for a long time now, and they knew it.

So that's that. The only thing that's keeping us from freaking out is that he does have this other serving job, at which he will be picking up some evening shifts. And working on picking up another second job. I do have to say, it was nice having him home to watch Heroes with me last night...the guy has closed every Monday night for the last two years. Overall, we're still in decent shape financially-it's not like we're going to be out blowing money, but we won't be living on ramen noodles either.

On a happier note, our Christmas tree is up! I haven't put up the other decorations yet, but the tree's up. It makes my heart happy to pull up to our house and see the tree lit up in the living room window :) We actually didn't put it up on Thanksgiving this year (we got back from the Turkey Trot late) but on the day after.

I canNOT belive Christmas is in less than a MONTH. INSANE. I love this time of year, but damn did it sneak up on me.

It's 10:45pm on a Saturday night...

and I'm firmly implanted in my couch, watching a History Channel special on how the Earth was created. More specifically, the planet's geological history. Whatthefuckever...the point is, I'm doing this by choice. Hello, my name is Lori, and I am a couch potato.

Only two days of work this week...Yaaay for Thanksgiving!

Go Bucks!

Whee!

We are officially all moved in...pretty much. There's still some random junk at the apartment that we need to get, and since we haven't gotten around to buying a new washer/dryer yet we're doing our laundry at the apartment. And there's still some boxes to be unpacked. But for the most part, we're moved...yeefuckingha!

Jason and his friends Jeff and Steve are currently "finishing" the garage. Meaning, putting drywall and stuff up in preparation for the shelves, cabinets, and work table they're going to put in. All I have to say is, thank god for Lowe's gift cards :P

A week and a half until Thanksgiving...and the Turkey Trot. Which Jason pussed out on doing with Alli and I, but we're getting our damn pumpkin pies with or without him.

Oh lord, do I need a nap. Not today though-there's laundry to finish and boxes to unpack...hopefully before my parents get here!

IHO Halloween

31 things about me...

1. Where is your cell phone? Sitting on the coffee table

2. Where is your significant other? in bed

3. Your hair color? Kind of reddish-brown

4. Your mother? Judy

5. Your father? Ed

6. Your favorite thing? My memories of Shawn and I- oh and I love my new white leather coat

7. Your dream last night? I know I had one, and it was weird. That's about it.

8. Your dream/goal? To be successful and happy.

9. The room you're in? Living room

10. Your hobby? working out, reading

11. Your fear? Losing Jason

12. Where do you want to be in six years? Gah. Probably with at least one bambino, if not two.

13. Where were you last night? at home

14. What you’re not doing? running

15. One of your wish list items? You mean like Christmas wish list? Wii Fit.

16. Where you grew up? Cinci, Michigan, and then Columbus

17. The last thing you did? Ate breakfast

18. What are you wearing? black yoga capris and a tshirt

19. Your TV? is off

20. Your pet? Does Jason count?

21. Your computer? Dell Inspiron 1525

22. Your mood? Lazy

23. Missing someone? Erm...my hubby, even though he's sleeping upstairs.

24. Your car? Honda Accord

25. Something you’re not wearing? Makeup

26. Favorite store? Sephora

27. Your summer? Getting married and honeymooning in Yellowstone.

28. Love someone? my husband, my family, my friends

29. Your favorite color? Gray

30. When is the last time you laughed? Last night

31. Last time you cried? A couple of nights ago

Weekend Update, a la SNL

House-closed on Thursday. YAY! We will hopefully get possession sometime next weekend, but should know more tomorrow.

Weekend-Oy, am I tired. We tailgated all day yesterday (and by "all day", I mean we got to campus shortly before noon) and went to the game last night...it was great fun, even though we lost. And some asshole snuck into our row, and since Jason was on the end, he either got six inches of bleacher to sit on and no one in his lap, or an actual seat to sit on but me in his lap. I wanted to check tickets, find out who was in our row that wasn't supposed to be, and kick them in the balls. Fuckers. THEN, we get back to the tailgate and find out that everyone is SHITFACED. Doug wants to go to a bar but can't drive, Jeff is slurring his words and about to get his ass kicked by the people at the tailgate next to us (we don't know why, nor does Jeff), and NO ONE except for me is of any condition to drive. Not that it mattered because traffic was backed up in the parking lot for a good half an hour. Eventually, I pack four drunk guys in my car, and home we go. I have never been so glad to see my apartment.

And, I hate packing. HATE HATE HATE.

AAAAAAAAAAH!

It's official. We are all systems go to close tomorrow at 1pm. Iamsoexcitediamsoexcitediamsoexcitedbutstilliamsoterrified. Regardless, let's all join in the "Dance of Joy" , a la Larry and Balki on Perfect Strangers. If you don't know the dance, I will teach it to you.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Updates all around

House: Thursday should be go time for closing. Our loan guy emailed me last night and told me to plan for a Thursday close, and he wouldn't tell me that unless he was confident that it'd happen. Good thing too, because Jason, Colleen (our realtor), our house's sellers, their agent, and I are all extremely frustrated and ready to go postal on the bank. So we should get possession roughly next Thursday (Oct. 30th), which will work out nicely considering Ohio State has a bye week that weekend and we won't have to schedule any moving we do that weekend around football. Any subsequent Saturday moving will be affected, but meh.

My immune system: hates me. I definitely have contracted the dreaded disease known as...KIDDIE CRUD. I have a man voice, it hurts to cough, and my nose is yucky. I had to use my t-shirt as a handkerchief when I was running with my sister this morning, and I HATE that. It's so yucky. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.



Is anyone else ready for this damn election to be over? I am so sick of these goddamn ads. Plus, Sarah Palin makes me want to throw something through the TV...and Jason just might divorce me over that.

Yesterday, I babysat for the two cutest kids ever-our godchildren, Chase and Kayla. They are 6 (okay, almost six...I get corrected for that regularly) and 4...I adore them, but oh my lord was I exhausted. And that was with them actually behaving! I may not have kids until I'm 35.



And last but not least...YAAAAAAY that Ohio State isn't SUCKING against Michigan State! Finally, they start playing like a team with an offense!

The sniffles, I haz them.

Could be allergies. Could be a cold, seeing as I 4o hours/week with snotnosed kids. Either way, it sucks. I have no desire to do anything. Gym? Nope. Write thank you notes? Nope. Start weeding through the basement in anticipation of moving? Nope. Work? FUCK NO. I just wanna nap, is that so bad?

House Update: No closing date yet. The mortgage company keeps nitpicking at our loan application (for example, they said the photograph on the copy of Jason's driver's license was too dark. WTF?) and it's holding stuff up. Hopefully, closing day will be next Monday or Tuesday. I just want it to be over and done with, I am sick of being the point man, so to speak, on all this shit.

Two of my most favorite people ever, Katie and Ben, are having a Halloween party in a couple of weeks. And I have NO CLUE what to wear. Suggestions?

Aaaaand my last random thought for the day...I love Chipotle. LOVE IT. That's all I got.

Why?

Seriously. I've been following this blog since I was posting on the Knot's Getting in Shape board, so for a while now. The blogger went through one miscarriage, then got pregnant again, only to find out that her son had multiple chromosomal anomalies that would result in a 99% chance that he would either die before or shortly after birth. She and her husband decided that terminating the pregnancy was not an option, and that she would carry their son as long as was medically possible. Throughout her pregnancy, she and her husband have held so tightly to their beliefs and the hope that God would heal their son and make him whole. But at the same time, they have firmly believed that whatever happens is God's will. I give them an immense amount of respect for staying so strong in their beliefs, because I don't think I could be that strong. Now, on with my rant...

Their little boy was born today, and was able to spend 16 minutes with his mommy and daddy before he passed away. WHY does that have to be God's will? WHY?! WTF? Why does God's will require people to go through the pain that these two people have gone through? From what I've read in the blog, they appear to be really nice, kind, genuinely good people. Why does something like this happen to them? It's.not.fucking.fair.

In case you can't tell, I am somewhat lapsed in my religious habits. I was raised Catholic, but have become a "Christmas and Easter" churchgoer at Jason's Methodist church since we got engaged and started living together. Maybe this is the difference between someone like me, who feels the need to question EVERYTHING, and someone who is strong in their beliefs and doesn't feel to need to question. I don't know. I do know that it seems like this couple's beliefs have gotten them through this ordeal, and I'm glad for them for that. Because I'd be mad as all fucking hell, and I imagine that holding tight to your beliefs is very likely much healthier.

But damnit, I still want to know why.

Some thoughts...

-Ohio State needs to get their act together. These three point wins are killing me.

-My hair is slightly purple. Apparently, it felt like holding onto the red my stylist put on my head today more than the brown that it was supposed to hold onto. It'll tone down. In the meantime, Jason calls me the Purple People Eater, and I call him Asshole.

-It looks like we'll be closing on the house at the end of this month. Like, on Halloween. This excites me and terrifies me at the same time.

-Jason's dad and stepmom are moving to Cincinnati. Don't be surprised if we end up with their cat-I get the vibe that, while they like Oscar well enough, the reason they ended up with him in the first place is b/c Jason's stepsister came home with him one day, and he never left. Oskie's a cool kitty though (if slightly overweight), so if this did happen I wouldn't mind horribly and neither would Jason.

-I need to finish my thankyou notes. Who wants to help?

-I also need to clean out my basement, and my closet. Again, helpers? Bueller?

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Success! (we think)

We had the house inspection today, and it went well. Far better than the one on the LAST house did. The only glaring issue is the fact that the stove (which is the original from when the house was built 20 years ago) has a small gas leak and a broken knob. So the sellers are either going to have to replace it or drop the selling price a grand or so. We'll see what happens. The other stuff we want them to fix should be fairly easy, plus there's a fair amount of stuff that we're willing to do. The stove is the main sticking point, and I don't see it being a make or break issue.

Holy hell, wind storms! We were lucky, we didn't lose power at all. A couple of power flickers on Sunday, and that was it. The clinic had power on Monday (boo!) but school was closed on Tuesday (yay!), so I got some paperwork done (double yay!) and rolled into the clinic at 1pm. Then it was back to school as usual on Weds. (boo!) Our apt lost a couple of shingles, but our new house didn't sustain any damage, and THAT'S the important thing.

We are going to the OSU game this weekend. AGAIN. Am I a bad Buckeye fan when I say that I really don't want to go tomorrow, and the only reason I am is b/c Jason's friend couldn't get off work? I have a to-do list a mile long, and had a grand plan to get SO much stuff done while Jason and Jon were at the game...and now, I can't do any of it. Bah. I know, I should be grateful we have the abundance of opportunities that we do this season...but it's so exhausting.

Now, off to bed. After I decide what I'm wearing tomorrow, that is. Hey, just because I'm not 100% thrilled to go to the game doesn't mean I'm just going to throw an outfit together. WhoTF do you think I am?

Oh.my.god.

IAMSOTIRED. Don't get me wrong-I love my Buckeyes and I love going to football games. But damn, going to two 12pm home games in a row is killing me. My ass was asleep on the couch by 8:30pm last night. 8:30! That's insane, even for me-and I love nothing more than falling asleep on the couch. Poor Jason fell asleep next to me shortly thereafter-and he NEVER does that. The kid is a night owl. But this shit is wearing us out. Especially with the way yesterday's game went. The team needs to get their acts together, before next Saturday...or they are SO fucked.

On the upside, I've already decided I'm watching the OSU/USC game at Cocktails. Why decide so far in advance, you ask? So I can make buffalo chicken dip (aka crack in a pan), duh! Oh, buffalo chicken dip, I adore you.

I actually got up and went running this morning-hooray for me! I need to get in the habit of running more, if I'm going to think about considering doing the Flying Pig 1/2 marathon next May. Or if I'm going to be in any shape to kick Jason's ass in the Turkey Trot. Because it's on, baby.

Shhh, I've got a secret....

No, I'm not pregnant. Fuck you for thinking that. We put down an offer on another house yesterday. I call it a secret because we're keeping this tidbit to ourselves for now-we are too well versed in the experience of telling everyone and their mother that we put in an offer on a house, only to have the sellers accept another offer, etc. We're trying to not get our hopes up, but it's hard not to. I just wish our realtor would call-we sent the offer yesterday afternoon, so hopefully we'll hear soon.

Alli and I did a 5k in Worthington Hills today. Our times were good and my knee and ankle behaved, so woohoo! We did have a chuckle at this dude that was hellbent and determined to stay in front of us for the whole race...because he threw up immediately after the race. Take that, douchebag!

Now that McCain has named a running mate...boy, are the next couple of months going to be fun. He'd better back off on the ads knocking Obama for lack of experience, seeing as Palin has less experience that he does-two years as state governor, and no experience at the national level. Plus, I think that hailing Palin as a "hero" for not having an abortion after she found out her child would be born with Down syndrome is NOT a wise idea-thousands of women make the same decision every week. What makes her (Palin) a hero? Not that. No more than any other woman in the same situation. And I'm not even going to touch the rumors that the baby is in fact her 16 year old daughter's, or the reports that Palin's water supposedly broke in Texas, a month before her due date, and that she FLEW BACK TO ALASKA anyway. If, in fact, she was actually pregnant, having her water break that early when she KNEW she was having a child who would be born with special needs was utterly stupid and irresponsible. But I digress.

I do NOT want to go back to work tomorrow. Having six days off has made me spoiled. Spending a few days at the lake with the Munteans and the rest of the gang was much needed, though...and then there's always football games :) Hooray football!

So here we are...

It's the end of August already. Are you fucking kidding me? Where on earth did this summer go? I guess this was a more eventful summer than usual, what with the wedding and all, but damn.



On the upside, we head up to Huron for a much needed 3 day stay at Steve's aunt's cabin on Lake Erie with the gang. Since I already had Friday off (yay for 4 day work weeks), and the clinic is closed for Labor Day next Monday, taking Weds and Thurs off means that I have a 6 day vacation! Wheeee!!!!



Plus, the first OSU football game is next weekend, which is always fun. We may or may not be able to get our hands on tickets, but if we don't we'll still have to find somewhere to watch the game. Stupid Big Ten Network. We do have tickets to the OSU v. OU game Sept. 6th, as does my sister Alli (yay for alumni lott.ery working out in our favor!). It'll be her first football game, and she's really pumped. Of course, so are we.



My very good friend's wedding was this weekend, in Dayton. I have been looking forward to this forever, as she's my only Hindu friend and therefore this was going to likely be Jason and I's only opportunity to go to a Hindu wedding.



And THEN Jason gets a cold. Specifically, the cold I had a week ago, but he was just a little sicker than I was. Really, just a little. Or maybe he's more of a wuss, I don't know. Either way, after much fighting yesterday and much crying on my part, we compromised. We went to the ceremony, and not the reception. I am still mildly salty about this, but what can you do? The ceremony was amazingly beautiful, though. SO cool.



Gah. A month ago we were still on our honeymoon, living it up in Yellowstone. Boo. I want to be back on vacation :(

Good vs. bad

Bringing wedding presents home from Mom and Dad's=good.

Writing eighty bajillion thank you notes for said presents=bad. Real bad.


That's all I gots. I am le tired.

It's been a while...

And I've been lazy. So yeah, in short...

Wedding=AWESOME. Despite the godawful heat, it was an amazing day and night. I'll post some pics when I get around to it.

Yellowstone (aka honeymoon)=F'ING AWESOME! Seriously, you must go. SO beautiful. Again, will post pics..one of these days.

House=Still looking. We had two look promising last weekend, but one ended up with a raging mold problem and the other went into contract just before we put in our offer. So, the search continues on....

Work=same old, same old. I got word this week that I will, in fact, be contracted out to the same district I was last year. Even though I swore I wasn't going to. At least I'm starting out at the beginning of the year, and not six weeks in the hole. With the elementary buildings consolidated, it should be a lot easier. Once I unpack the speech room, that is. Bah. If anyone wants to cruise out to Licking County with me to unpack, I will love you forever.

Life in general=pretty good. We're getting settled into this whole "married" business...so far, it's a lot like living together, which we've done for the last two years now. Only, my last name is different, we have new stuff (most of which we don't have room for), and we now have a joint checking account (in addition to our own separate accounts). My sisters are good, Mom and Dad are good, and the dogs are good. Yes, they got another one. She's a year old golden retriever and her name is Molly (aka Mollywollymoose, after the drinking game. That, and because she tips the scales at just over 70 lbs...and she's not done growing yet). She and Max adore each other...when they're not trying to take each other's toys away, that is.

Less than a month until we go up to Lake Erie with the gang...yay! Also...less than a month 'til football season kicks off-yeeha! Go Bucks!

Two weeks

Whee! I am so ready for this wedding...and ready to be done with wedding planning!

This is my last full week of work before the wedding-so I have to put together two weeks worth of activities for my social skills group and make sure my paperwork's in order. Plus, hound my boss to find out who she got to cover what kids so I can give them the 411. Two weeks of no work...mmmm.

Heh

Jason's bachelor party was last night. Poor thing knew he went to a titty bar, but couldn't remember which one. All he remembered was boobs. He had to be told 1. the name of the titty bar they went to, and 2. the fact that he got three lap dances. Basically, it was possibly the one night ever that he'd be able to get three lap dances, guilt-free...and he doesn't remember any of them.

I find this HILARIOUS. I got equally drunk at my bach party, but at least I remember the whole night.

Well, 95% of it.

Yay for summer!

No school, plus I get to spend my Tuesdays doing hippotherapy (speech with kids on horses). By the end of the summer, I'll be sick of being hot and sweaty...but for now, it's still fun.

It looks like we're holding off on putting down an offer on a house until after the wedding. At this point (five weeks out), we don't need the added stress. But we're still looking, even though it's getting REALLY old.

Yikes, five weeks! Still not totally freaking out yet...I'm vascillating between "OMG YAY I'M GETTING MARRIED IN FIVE WEEKS!" and "OMG I'M GETTING MARRIED IN FIVE WEEKD AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!!!!". So all in all, I'm okay. And Jason is oblivious, god bless him.

I am impressed

We finally got the bulk of the invitations out this past Weds. (about two weeks later than planned, but when you have people that say "Oh, I'll help you address those" and then do nada, therefore leaving you do address all 150 of them yourself...it takes longer). It's now Saturday, and we've gotten 8 RSVPs back already. Yee-ha!

Surprisingly, for being 7 weeks out, I am not freaking out yet. That is, if constantly reviewing my to-do list in my head does NOT constitute freaking out. I'm not in too bad of shape here-invites are 95% out, programs are finally taking shape (thanks to my cousin Chip), final fitting is Tuesday, and meetings with the DJ, reverend, hotel, photographer, and cake baker are impending. Plus, we have to order GM gifts (and figure out what to get our parents), get the FG dress in order, and make sure the GMs are working on getting their tux orders in. I swear, I'm not freaking out. Yet. Just overanalyzing, I think.

On the upside, my showers and bach party are out of the way. And thank you notes are almost done, yee-ha! My bach party was great fun...until the next morning, when I had the dry heaves for three hours before I FINALLY threw up. I've never been so glad to puke in my life. House hunting when hung over=bad. I suggest no one EVER do it.

Speaking of house hunting, we're heading back out tomorrow. We got word today that the listing agent for the house we initially went into contract on before walking away (aka the raging bitch from hell) finally conceded defeat, so I get my earnest money check back tomorrow and we can all close that nasty little chapter in the Great House Hunt of 2008.

Aaaaand, that's about all I've got. School's over for the summer, but I've still got to go out and pack stuff on Tuesday b/c the speech room's moving, and will have Extended School Year kids out that way starting Wednesday. Plus, I have to get my school files in order (which I didn't do in the first place...oops) before Hippotherapy and my language/social group start next week and I officially have NO time. Oh, joy.

Bwahhahaha

Update...the shortened version.
-We find out we need a third party roof inspection b/c there was a big discrepancy b/t our inspector's estimate of the roof and the sellers' contractor's estimate. The listing agent (who I will call M) tells our agent (aka C) that she will have the seller take care of it and have the report to C by X date.
-In the meantime, we draw up the remedy request list, with the addendum reserving the right to revise said list based on the results of the third party inspection to be initiated by the seller, and the report of which was to be given to C by M by X date and which C had not yet received.
-We then find out that not only will the sellers not fix anything on the remedy list, but that M has her panties in a serious bunch that C mentioned her by name in this addendum. We take this to mean one of two things-either she didn't tell the sellers to get the inspection, or she did and the report was not good. Based on the fact that the sellers rejected the remedy requests, we decide to walk away. We tell C, and she tells M (on a Saturday) and faxes the official paperwork to M the next business day (Monday).
-M decides that we submitted the paperwork after the "deadline" (even though she got verbal word that we were terminating the contract before said deadline) and therefore she wasn't accepting our terms.
-As part of the FHA loan criteria (the loan we were going for), the roof has to have at least 15 years of life left, and the crawl space has to be 100% visible. Neither of which were the case, and we knew it. Unfortunately, to get out of this, we had to go ahead with the appraisal. This happened last Friday, and C and her company reimbursed us for said appraisal.
-Tuesday, we get word that the loan was denied b/c the appraisal price was less than the selling price. Big surprise. I never thought I'd be happy to have a house loan denied...but I was. We fax new termination of contract paperwork to M today. Quite joyously, I might add.

-The kicker? Oh, this is fabulous...after telling us that the sellers won't fix anything on the remedy list b/c they "don't have any money left", she informs C that the sellers are willing to drop the selling price down to the appraisal price-which was $8500 less than the selling price.

Needless to say, we decided to say F you guys and are STILL walking away. Too little, too late my friends.

The moral of this story? Watch out for crappy house flippers...and their shady agents.

In the meantime, we're still looking. We're still aiming to have a house to put all our fabulous wedding gifts in...because I've got one shower down and one to go, and we're getting some "balla ass shit".

Inspection-check!

To quote the girls on the Knot who post "CHECK!!11!1!" every time they complete some item on theKnot's all knowing wedding checklist.

The quick and dirty on the house inspection yesterday...
1. There are two large and in charge wasp/hornet nests in the attic. Thank you sweetbabyjesus that said nests are NOT live.
2. Some electrician was apparently a lazy mofo and therefore 75% of the electrical outlet boxes are loose.
3. Most of the windows will take your fingers off by slamming down on them as soon as you put them up. Apparently, things called balancers keep this from happening, and said windows need new ones.
4. Some other lazy mofo got equally lazy with the weedwhacker, and took out parts of the siding along the bottom of the house. Bastid.
5. And last but not certainly not least, as it is definitely the biggest issue-the inspector said that at best, assuming Mother Nature is kind to Central Ohio (which doesn't often happen), the roof has another 2-4 years before it'll need to be replaced.

The roof issue is really the make or break point for us. Once we get the termite inspection and septic tank inspections done, we meet with our realtor and write up the "remedy requests", which are exactly what they sound like-a list of things we want the sellers to fix. If they won't have the roof replaced, they're going to have to significantly drop the price of the house, by the amount it would cost to have said roof replaced ourselves. And if neither one of these things happens, we're going to have to walk away. I do NOT want to do that, but there's no way we're not getting a new roof or adequate compensation out of the deal. If the roof had 5-10 years? Sure. But the 2-4 year estimate is assuming that we don't get any major hailstorms or snows in that time frame, and the chance of that happening is, uh....nil.

So, we'll see how the termite and septic inspections shake out, and what we can with the remedy requests. God, I hope this works out. I really want this house, and I want to be in it before the wedding.

Speaking of which...two and a half months. CRAPCRAPCRAP. I have a bridal shower in two weeks-no clue what to wear. Also no clue what to wear to the bridal shower that's a week after that. Other than that, we're in okay shape. Tasting next Fri, premarital counseling sessions to schedule, garter and guestbook/calendar thingy to order, a couple more dress fittings, various checking in calls with vendors to make, and invitations to address. Damn you, invitations! I will actually have to write neatly, and that sucks.

Go, go Gadget Periscope!

Tomorrow morning is the inspection on what will hopefully be our soon to be house. We're hoping Inspector Gadget decides that the roof and siding need to be replaced, and that we can make the sellers take care of that. Either way, we'll see what happens, and cross our fingers REALLY hard. We both really love this house.