We had another class Tuesday night where we went over a 2" binder of everything and anything we will need to know. We talked about loan closing and finally got a realistic date of when we can actually start construction! July 15th!! That is about when we are expected to start putting in our 35 hrs a week.
We're thinking about moving up to Graham so we're still looking for apartments. After discovering that to pay what were paying now, we would live in the Ghetto, Greg graciously up'd my rent budget, so that's making life a lot less stressful.
So far we've received another copy of the floor plan, lot #, neighborhood area, the specs for the house, the tool list we're expected to have (can you say Greg's shopping spree?!), an outline of the jobs we're expected to do, and we've signed a TON of papers. We had to sign off on the floor plan, the lot #, the contract with NWHD (labor agreement), the Rural Development agreement, the budget, the specs...I'm sure there was more but that's all I can think of right now. We've gotten a list of our out-of-pocket expenses (which isn't to bad). We made up a schedule of when we're thinking we'll be available to help out and filled out a check list of what we do and don't know how to do, working the saws, electric powered and elbow grease powered, nailing, leveling, lifting...everything that you have to do in order to build a house. A lot of overwhelming information. Luckily Greg has been soaking it in like a sponge so if I don't get something he explains it to me when we get home.
We're excited to get started and even more excited to get it done!!! It's going to be a stressful, busy year! I'll try and be good about keeping you updated once we get started!
We decided to take one last vacation before the craziness starts so Tuesday night we're headed to Utah for a family reunion (on Greg's side). I'll post pics!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Let s be Men
Greg found this video and he really liked it so I decided to post it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQIQA6s2_Hw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQIQA6s2_Hw
Monday, June 15, 2009
"Put one foot infront of the other"
Gary is so close to walking it hurts!! Sunday he took his first steps! 3 to be exact! We didn't think he'd do anything but Greg held him up and walked him out and let go, (like i said, expecting him to just sit down) and he took 3 steps and then sat down!! It was sooo amazing!! He just barely (like a week ago) started standing by himself. He'll pull him self up on something and then let go but only for a minute, max!! And then out of the blue...Ta-da!! he walks! Today is his 11 month birthday, so hopefully he'll get to walkin!! I've been obsessed with the thought of him walking so I've been walking him all over the place. I got him to take 2 steps towards me today twice. I'll try and get a pic of him standing and maybe some video of him taking a few steps! No promises though!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Where Were You
*You MUST turn the music on for this one! Even for just the one song...the song is the reason for the post!*
The past couple of days have been rough! I've been trying to get the house cleaned so that we can start going through stuff and start packing.
I know...It'll be a year before we move, but I figure it'll take us that long. Plus we're thinking about moving up closer to the property so that the commute to work on the house won't be as long and won't cost as much in gas.
I have a hard time cleaning with the boys. I don't classify my self as a very patient person. So cleaning (which I HATE doing) pretty much takes it all out of me. As a result our poor kids have to deal with a short fused mom. So this morning as I was trying to fold one of the 5 loads of laundry that needs to be folded we were listening to this song (Where Were You, by Alan Jackson) and Isaac says "C'mon Mommy...dance" I snapped back "I CAN'T DANCE ISAAC!! I HAVE TO FOLD THIS STUPID LAUNDRY!!!!!!" and he, being the sweet heart that he is brought me back down to earth. He runs over, gives me a hug and says "I lub you mommy! C'mon! Dance!" and so, with 5 loads of laundry piled up in the chairs, we danced!!
I lub you Isaac!
The past couple of days have been rough! I've been trying to get the house cleaned so that we can start going through stuff and start packing.
I know...It'll be a year before we move, but I figure it'll take us that long. Plus we're thinking about moving up closer to the property so that the commute to work on the house won't be as long and won't cost as much in gas.
I have a hard time cleaning with the boys. I don't classify my self as a very patient person. So cleaning (which I HATE doing) pretty much takes it all out of me. As a result our poor kids have to deal with a short fused mom. So this morning as I was trying to fold one of the 5 loads of laundry that needs to be folded we were listening to this song (Where Were You, by Alan Jackson) and Isaac says "C'mon Mommy...dance" I snapped back "I CAN'T DANCE ISAAC!! I HAVE TO FOLD THIS STUPID LAUNDRY!!!!!!" and he, being the sweet heart that he is brought me back down to earth. He runs over, gives me a hug and says "I lub you mommy! C'mon! Dance!" and so, with 5 loads of laundry piled up in the chairs, we danced!!
I lub you Isaac!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Saturday is a Special Day
Last Saturday it got up to 80 so we went over to Greg's parents house and set up their water slide. This was the result!
Isaac with his Cars get up! The shirt is what happens when you constantly go down the water slide on your tummy!! It was brand new when he put it on!
Gary wasn't a fan of going down the slide but he did like to just sit on it!
Isaac with his Cars get up! The shirt is what happens when you constantly go down the water slide on your tummy!! It was brand new when he put it on!
Gary wasn't a fan of going down the slide but he did like to just sit on it!
We put Gary in the pool part when we were deflating it and taking the water out! He thought that was lots of fun!
After the pool was taken down the boys found other means of entertainment. That of Gary chasing Isaac who only knows how to go backwards in the car!
It was a fun filled day of relaxation and we spent the next 3 days nursing our sunburns! It was glorious!!!
Friday, May 29, 2009
It's funny because it's true!!
Tis the week for taking things from one blog to another! My friend had this on her blog (which she took from someone elses blog) And I thought all the woman would apreaciate a good laugh at something we've all experanced at one point or another, if not all at once surely 1-2 or 3 times at a time!
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.
You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'
Your thighs shake more.You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail .
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.. It is wet of course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!!
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.
You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'
Your thighs shake more.You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail .
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.. It is wet of course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Crazy Cool!
One of my FB Friends posted this on her wall! It was the perfect way to wind down after a crazy day! Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys
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