Addendum

Dude, seriously? I hate to ask, cause I know I'm asking for it, but really, how much worse can it get? Yesterday I was pulling back into my covered parking spot after Pinewood Derby and hit a freakin' pole and bent my rearview mirror back! Curran tried to direct me on how to fix my horrible parking job, and I just got frazzled, slammed the car into park and got out to let him figure it out on his own.

I thought for sure my bad luck would come to an end, but then as I was about to leave to house to go watch "Twilight" for the first time I decided to make a potty run--just like I make my kids do before leaving the house. Well, my precious cell phone (which really was a piece of junk, but it was precious to me) decided to go for a swim in the toilet! I fished it out, but it was no use. After switching my sim card to a new phone I discovered that all my Colorado numbers were deleted. Why all my Colorado numbers and not the others? You'll have to take that up with my phone. I personally think someone (or something) is still bitter about leaving California. I think it was feeling a little inadequate in a place filled with iPhones and Droids. I wish it had talked to me first, though. I might've been able to talk it out of ending his dear, sweet life. I needed it. I don't think it understood just how much I relied on it. May I show my new phone just how much I appreciate it before it's too late! Let this be a lesson to us all! Don't hold your feelings in! Tell your phones how much they mean to you before they're no longer around to hear you. And don't carry your cell phone in your pants pocket.

In all the mayhem and chaos afterwards--trying to rescucitate my phone, wondering if calling 9-1-1 would help--I completely forgot I had to pee!!

Highlights (and lowlights) of the Week

Judge 'em as you wish:

1. Went to look at houses in Centennial and Littleton where I found a house decorated in the "Party Centerpiece" motif--ceramic babies and gaudy flower arrangements ga-lore--including a tiny shrine to the Virgen de Guadalupe. Bonus points if you can tell me whose house this reminded me of (and I say that with the utmost love and respect)!

2. While looking at other houses, witnessed my realtor knock over a picture frame (of the favorite child cause there were pictures of the same girl--in the exact same pose--all over the house) and send shards of glass flying all over the carpet. I almost wet my pants seeing the panic on his face...

3. Went to the park TWICE this week where we got a little sun, threw wood chips around enjoyed the weather before being hit with the yuckiest snowstorm I've driven in.

4. Once again, managed to break my vacuum--why doesn't this ever happen when Curran's vacuuming?

5. Went for a 2-mile walk and spent the rest of the day (and the next) with shin splints, feeling nauseous and so stinkin' sore--even my hair hurt. Working out is overrated...just saying...

6. Skidded into a curb (at pretty good speed) and was then thrown back into oncoming traffic where I sat stunned for like 5 minutes before reacting. Thank you to Pie and my sweet husband for dealing with a pretty shocked (and at times hysterical) me. Oh and to Jessica and Elise for their session of exposure therapy--nothing like confronting your fears just a few hours after seeing your life flash before your eyes!

Panic

I am awake at 4:30 in the freakin' a.m. Why, you ask? cause I came to the startling realization that I am getting fatter. I put my jeans on last night--the ones that not that long ago required me to wear a belt to hold them up. Aforementioned belt was not even needed--far from it. These "fat day" jeans were a tad bit snug on my surprisingly-expanding gut. And that's the funny part: It came as a total surprise! How did I not realize this would happen after the continuous party I've been having with my new-found amigos? How is it that at 4 am my eyes popped open with the stark realization that I was fatter? It came as such a shock that my little eyes (which may be the only thing little on me at the moment--besides my willpower, of course)would not shut. My mind started to race and I think I felt some heart palpitations--though that just may be due to the cake and cookies and ice cream I've been chowing down.

So what is my course of action now that the shock has subsided some? To sit my rotund self on the couch and blog about it, of course...and check my farm on FarmVille...cause that's what all healthy, active people do, right? I'm trying to figure out a plan. And now that the weather is getting warmer I will be left with minimal excuses--but trust me, I'll still find some. Usually episodes like this in my life begin with me being in total denial--walking by the scale a million times a day but refusing to weigh myself to avoid the harsh reality of my fatness. But I'm making progress! I gave myself a little pep-talk as I was lying there awake instead of telling myself what a failure I am, and I walked to the scale to confront that number and know exactly what I'm up against. Good news: It's not as bad as I thought. Bad news: I may lose my friends over this cause I learned last night they only like me for my food...

How's the House Hunt?

Well, LET ME TELL YOU!! You might want to get comfortable, cause I have a feeling this one may take a while. I wont be offended if you choose to not read the whole thing. I promise...well, maybe a little bit, but I don't hold grudges...for long.

We got bit by the house hunting bug at the beginning of the year. We got a nice tax refund. We were reminded of the wonderful tax credit for first-time home buyers, and a friend in the ward was selling her house. So we started searching for a realtor. I asked for recommendations from a community yahoo group and within an hour had received over 30 emails with realtor recs. We were a little overwhelmed, but chose a couple and met them in person at different times--although now that I think about it, having them meet each other and holding some kind of Roman gladiator-esque competition might've been a better way to go...hindsight, I tell you.

We had a little bit of a tough time deciding. We liked them both--but for very different reasons. If only we could mesh the two into one super-uber realtor we would feel like we struck real estate oil. We broke up with one and committed ourselves to the other, and have felt on multiple occasions that we made a horrible mistake--just kidding. Time and time again Curran and I have felt that we went with the best one for us. We've also learned that the relationship you have with your realtor is just like a dating relationship. On more than one occasion I have referred to us "going steady" with him, and how sneaky realtors have tried (on more than one occasion) to get us to "break up" with him. But communication is so important, and honesty, and rapport (which might be the same as communication), and values--check, check and check, my friend.

There are a few things you should know about me: I'm a girl, and as such I am entitled to be stubborn, and fickle, and indecisive (which might be the same as fickle), and I exude these traits to the max. It started out with my firm rule of not wanting to move out of the ward boundaries--yes, that same ward I was so hesitant about 9 months ago; the ward I thought I would never be able to feel part of. I didn't want to move to a new ward, and be "the new girl" again--or worse yet--be called to the nursery again since that seems to be my "hazing" upon moving into a new ward.

After exhausting those options I compromised and said I would look out of the ward boundaries...but NOT out of the stake boundaries. We had more to choose from and actually found a few we really liked. Some of our possibilities did not come to fruition (love that word) but we have one that is hanging in there. We have hit a bit of a massive road block thanks to a lender who shall remain nameless. Let's just say their name rhymes with "mytech." Said lender is made up of a bunch of CHUMPS. That's right, I said it--chumps. I will spare you all the details, but let's just say the words "loan fraud" have been thrown around to refer to what they're trying to do. Chances are this lender has tried this tactic before and been successful, otherwise, why would they attempt such a risky deal? Isn't that sad? The most frustrating part is that our hands are basically tied. There is nothing we can do (that is legal) to please them.

We went as far as to look in another city completely only to learn that it just didn't feel right--see? I can be flexible. So now, we wait. We wait to see if those jokers have a streak of integrity and take the deal before the bank forecloses on the house. We wait to see if any new listings in our price range come up. We wait to see if we get a $20,000 check in the mail. We wait to see if we win the lottery. Problem is, I STINK at waiting.

Hee hee, and woo-wooo!

This skit from Jimmy Kimmel is not only hillarious, it also has some sweet eye candy. Ladies, enjoy. Gentlemen, I beleive even you can admit that these men are indeed handsome. Go on, admit it. We won't think you're less of a man, or a little too in touch with your feminine side for doing so.