I'm in!

I'm in! I'm glad that is over. I need to do some more unpacking, but we tried to go with the move and unpack as we go method. So, really, we have our office (which we don't need right now and are waiting to buy a new bookshelf) and our bathroom to finish. Once that is done, we are pretty much settled.

Not much of an update, but trying to actually give a more detailed post just takes too much thought for a Monday.

Crossing the threshold

We had our final walkthrough on our house yesterday afternoon. We had a list of items that we had noticed that needed to be addressed and we made sure that they were marked with blue tape to be fixed before Wednesday.

Today I hope to finish packing. We can't do all of it, obviously, but I hope everything else we plan to pack that we won't need prior to Friday will be done.  Wednesday we sign the papers. Right after we sign them, we have to head to our house to see our customer service guy so he can make sure that everything we had marked to be addressed before closing was. Then we go to our sales office to get the keys to the house.

That aggravates me. 

On our wedding night, Jason went with his parents towards the end of the reception to our Honeymoon suite to help them pack everything up (gifts, candy jars, etc) as they were leaving early the next morning to drive back to Phoenix. I hung out to the end of the reception talking to guests and thanking them, saying bye and such. I then proceeded to walk across the hotel property by myself, get in the elevator by myself and head to our room. I get there and the door is open, you see him, his parents, and the Eva (her stuff was in the room since that is where his side got ready) in the room. I walk in. I wanted him to carry me over the threshold but I wasn't going to ask them to leave the room, watch him pick me up and basically follow us right back in. Just a tad bit weird. 

So, I have been telling him since almost day 1 of house building that he was to carry me over right after we signed, as home owners. Now, here we are, our first visit to our house as official home owners and we are meeting this customer service guy. Sure, we won't have our keys to unlock the door and go in as he will already be in the house waiting for us. But, I did not want to have business to do first thing after we sign. All I wanted was to have him carry me over via piggy back (that is how he said he would carry me), eat pizza or panda express on our floor then start painting.

Now I'm trying to decide if I even want to bother with it. Sure, seems silly, but it is something I have always wanted. 

I hate packing

I just want to be done packing. We close a week from tomorrow on our house and we move a week from Friday. We have a fair amount of boxes stacked up in our living/dining room right now, I've emptied some of my drawers with clothes I will not wear between now and then, and most of our stuff in our spare bedroom is packed up too. I just know that if I don't keep going little by little, day by day, that there will be so much to pack the night before while I'm trying to paint. Or, so much to come back to get when all I want to do is unpack and make our house our home. 

Our Labor Day Weekend

Well, the end of summer has come. We had a good weekend to say goodbye till next year. Friday night was a good friend's birthday. We met her and some friends for dinner and a few drinks. 

Saturday took us to San Diego. We fly standby for a major airline since I work for one. We actually didn't think we were going to get on the plane. Friday night, everything was fine, we were about number 15 for standbys and there were about 25 open seats. We wake up Saturday morning for our 7:30 flight and it jumped to having 62 standbys waiting and we were pushed down to number 30 in the line. We still went to the airport, we had to give it a shot. And, sure enough, we got on. We bought a day pass for the bus and first went to Seaport Village for breakfast and walked through some of the shops along the waterfront. Once we finished, we headed to Horton Plaza and the Gas Lamp district. We met a couple who we went to NAU with for lunch at Rock Bottom Brewery.  We actually hadn't seen them since our wedding some 15ish months ago, so really you could argue that we hadn't seen them since we visited them while they were in New Mexico 2 years ago. After lunch we thought we would try out Balboa Park. We decided to walk to it from the Gas Lamp district. That was a mistake. It was quite the walk and it got so hot. I wore jeans and was really regretting that decision. Then, we get there and had no clue what was there or what to do. We saw the museums they had and decided to head pack to Horton Plaza. Shortly after that we made our way back to the airport and headed home.

Yesterday we had lunch with the in-laws. My mother-in-law's birthday is today so we took them to see our house before we move and spent some time with them. Then it was just normal Sunday errands (groceries and laundry). I did however manage to convince Jason to help me pick out paint. Yay!

Today we headed off to Home Depot for the last day of their paint sale. But, we ended up not buying Behr paint (we went with Evermore) and the sale was only for Behr. I figured anything will help when we move. So, Wednesday night next week, I will start painting our master bedroom. We chose a grey with hints of brown for the main color of the walls. That will probably be the main color throughout the house. We chose an accent wall color of green to pull out a shade of green in our duvet. Thursday I hope to move on to the guest bedroom. Once again the grey/brown color and we have an accent wall of light purple. The third bedroom will stay white for now until its time to paint for a baby! We did some wandering around at Bed Bath and Beyond and Target, just brainstorming more. I am so excited knowing we only have 9 days before we close on our house and 11 days before we move.

Now I am off to finish watching coverage on Gustav before starting the week.

I have to feel lucky

I often times take things for granted. My job, my love, my situations, and my life overall.

I work with other people that are struggling to make ends meet. This one lady in particular has been in a real rough bind. She and her husband moved into this 1 bedroom shitbox in a very bad area. That was an upgrade from the trailer that they lived in in Oregon that had no running water and no heat.  They live off of her less than $10 an hour paycheck as her husband doesn't work. Not because he can't, he just takes jobs, works them for about 10-14 days, then quits because he doesn't like it. He is not contributing to their well being and the lady at work is getting sick and tired of it. They are behind on bills and she is continuing to beg him to take any job so they can get back on track. He won't budge. She is thinking that she will soon have to file for legal separation from him in order to wake him up.

Another girl at work who is about the same age as me was supposed to be getting married in October. She lived with her fiance. Thursday night they had a fight she came to work on Friday. She finds out towards the end of the day that her fiance is a coward and instead of working things out during a disagreement, he packed up everything and ran out the door and was headed for Texas.

Hearing other people's stories really makes me stop and think and realize how good I do have it, and I'm thankful for that.