A Thousand Words

We're settling in here in my mom's basement.
We might be here a week.
We might be here a year.  At this point, it's anyone's guess.

I decided this morning that Hubs and I would just have to move in to the apartment with the mean management.  It won't be available until September 8 so we'll all have to make a few sacrifices.
I called about noon.  The lady said the apartment had gone this morning.  Their next opening is in October.

So, you know, that was a bit of good news...

Because I am too tired mentally and physically to charm you with my usual wit and wisdom tonight I'm going to dump some August pictures instead.  I don't have Instagram so these are all never before seen (And let's face it, the only reason I would get it would be to stalk Jef Holm)  Hold on to your britches!

This is a picture of how hot I look after I work out.  See the red splotches on my face?  That's an aphrodisiac in some cultures, you know.  Hubs had just finished obliterating me in tennis.  He's a fierce competitor, that Hubs!

One of my BFFs, Brooke, moved to Denver a year ago.  She's on the right, smiling like an idiot.  She came into town so naturally we hit up the water park.  Brooke and Mandy are most likely going to be mad at me for posting this picture because, well, let's just say they're not exactly putting out the vibe like I am.  If I'm going to be honest with you folks I might as well tell you that I have another picture of the three of us in the exact same pose in which both Mandy and Brooke both look much better.  But sometimes it just feels good to put ugly pictures of your friends on the Internet.  As if every frustration that happened to me this week is worth it just knowing how powerless my friends are when it comes to my blogging choices.

I commented on a blog.  This picture of "me" came up.  That is not me.  That is not my child. If you know this woman, stop her now!  She is POSING AS ME!

Mandy's birthday party.  Mandy is single and she invited me over to her birthday shindig which involved a bunch of other single people.  Hubs wasn't feeling up to partying with single people so I made a quick appearance by myself.  Everyone looked at me like the true married freak that I am.   They did not want to wear my princess party hats nor did they think my jokes were funny.  Sheesh, it was a tough crowd!  Being single is not as easy as it was in my day, I'll tell you.



My best friend, Crazy A, had her baby!  And named her Bonnie!  Prepare to have your mind blown...  in this picture you are seeing not one, but TWO Bonnies!  Yes.   It is possible.  The baby is adorable and smells like a baby and cuddles right in to your arm and makes you wonder, "Golly, surely everything would be right in the world if I just had a baby like this to cuddle with?"

My new lover.  His name is Buddy.  Property of my madre.  He follows me around like the plague.  Hubs is madly in love with the pup, but don't tell him I told you.  Hubs tries to act tough, but I figured him out long ago.

And that, lovelies, is a wrap.

At the end of the day, God is good.  Life is sweet.  Home is about the people you're with. 

I'm feeling pretty dang blessed right now.

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A post in which I whine a lot.

Yesterday went like this.

First we called apartments to schedule appointments.

Then we went back to apartment that denied us for my deposit.  I begged again to let them let me live there.  They said no.

Next we stopped by a complex that told us could we tour an apartment that afternoon.  When we arrived, though the office management then told us they had absolutely nothing for us to look at and no apartments available until at least September 14.  They said this with sass.

Upon walking out to the car Hubs asked, "Is it like a rule that you have to treat people like that in this business?" 

And I said maybe.

We stopped at another possible complex where the woman told us that although rent was $800 a month, every tenant must pay $95 for cable, internet and a landline.  THEN they must pay water, electric, gas, etc, putting us well over $1000 a month for a one bedroom apartment.

We said thanks but no thanks.

Which begs the questions:  Do people still use landlines?

Next it was driving around looking for complexes that were close to the freeway all in order to ease my commute once school starts again.  One place looked especially nice. 

We went in for more information.  It was $140,000 for a townhouse.  Oops.  We're not exactly in the market to buy.

Then it was home to pack and look for boxes so that we can move all of our stuff to where exactly?

It might've been around this point that I had a bit of a breakdown.

OR

I might've handled it all without breaking a sweat- like the true champ that I am.

You choose which one you prefer.

This morning involved a humble call to my mom.  When I originally told her about the apartment debacle she immediately offered up her basement.  "You can always stay here until you find a place!"  And so I asked, "Mom?  Can Greg and I stay with you until we find an apartment?"  To which she replied, "Of course you can.  I already have the basement ready for you.  I can be over to help you move at 3:00."

To which I was overwhelmed at her goodness.

Next I called the first apartment complex back and begged one last time.  I'm normally not so needy, but this apartment was absolutely perfect for our needs.  The best location possible for us and had everything you could want in an adorable two bedroom apartment...

The lady told me if there were three people living in the apartment the income restriction would be higher and we would qualify.  To which she asked, "You're sure you're not pregnant?  Because if you were pregnant it could work."

To which I was sorely tempted to lie.

I hung up the phone and took it up with Hubs,

"Can I lie and say I'm pregnant so we can move into that apartment complex?"

He shooked his head.

"Do I just have to accept that there's a reason we're not supposed to live there and everything is going to work itself out?"

He nodded his head and held out his arms for me to come give him a hug.

I'll tell you folks this much...

It's a good thing Hubs is more honest than I am or else I would currently be staging a pregnancy and moving into the most perfect apartment ever.

See you at my mom's house?