the stress of it all.

trying to manage bills and settle old credit items all while getting a house ready to sell is just tough business. There is always more on my plate than I can handle. I've wanted to inquire about my credit and check on how we have progressed, but I've been afraid to even take a 5 point hit. Not know how long it takes for your scores to change and update.
I'm worring we won't get financed. I'm worried the house will sell and we will be stuck...renting...an apartment...y-u-c-k.

Apartments aren't bad, just that I've been there and done that. I don't care to do that again.

I just have so much to do this weekend. I just blogging is my way of coping, trying to figure out life as I go, but getting a visual snapshot of times and situations. Things all around me are changing. This is where I can come and write those, without being judged (maybe). It's been a bit since I've updated. I'm planning on packing nick-nacks this weekend, stripping paper in the hall bath to have some work done on it, cleaning my carpets, and trying to keep a four-year old entertained. Boy do I have my work cut out for me or what? Hubby went to the river with some of his friends. I guess I'm a little bumbed about that, but he rarely does anything so I figured if he wanted to go, I should try to make it happen financially.

Oh well, I guess that is enough for today. I've got to do a little research on credit scoring.

ttfn.

Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you are.

Women in the work place. Why is it that this is so obsurd in this day and age? I mean really. I guess I let my ambition get in the way. I am hot to trot and want the career ladder to fall my way everytime. I worked hard for two degrees, and worked hard to get where I am.
We are having some major changes in our office. Change is good, but can always be edgy. I've recently found out that I will be moving out of my shared office with individuals that coworkers of the same title to share an office with two new employees. Okay, I'm the only supervisor that is making this move. At first I wasn't miffed til' I figured out what was going on. Now all I can say is that I stewed over this all night. Why do we as women turn to that side of our brain that ignores logic after playing out the scenario in your head a 100 different ways? Where is that woman of reason when our hearts override our sensibility? Case being, I tossed and turned on this all night long. So I asked the boss this morning why I was the only supervisor that was being moved into an office with personnel not equal to myself. He said because he felt that my new employees were going to eeed some hand-holding. I feel good that they have the faith in me to bring on two new employees solely under my direction, but just that I feel I will be alienated from my peers.
I'm trying to be a team player so I tried to display my concerns with being housed in an office with two employees below me. Now if I was to be asked solely if I didn't want to move, I would not cause waves...I was just curious of what the future plans were and if my move was permanent. I don't feel that I can complain and balk too much after all, I am a female and I don't want to pegged as being "difficult" or "bitchy".

The sun does shine on the same dog's ... every once in a while.

maybe. I don't want to jinx myself too much. The realtor walked through the house on Saturday. He was very impressed with what we had done so far. I am so excited yet terrified of this whole process. He doesn't believe that we will have any trouble selling this house because of the demand in the area we are in. He suggested two things we weren't thinking of doing, but I have no problems with doing them.
One of them is to redo our hall bathroom. It has wall paper in it...have any of you read my LAST fiasco with wallpaper. I'm not looking forward to this AT ALL. I'm gonna miss the fairy paper, but so be it. He feels it needs improvement, so we will change it. The other was to replace the mirror in our bathroom. That is fine with me. We can certainly handle that. I've found a quite beautiful replacement that will cost about the same is going to be framed and it will go nicely with my shabby chic bathroom.
So the nerves come because we have things to do before we can put it on the market, and I am not 100% positive that we can get financed for the other. It falls well within our debt to income ratio, just other spoilers that have to been tended to.
We husteld this weekend to get so many things boxed up so that he clutter wouldn't overwhelm the realtor. He said we were on the right track, just needed to get the house on the market. So, next weekend, I'm am hoping to have a group in to repair the tub, the window in my daughter's room and then to go from there.
I feel as if I am in a whirl-wind...barely getting footing on the ground. I just hope and pray that things work out. We've struggled so hard in the past and really taken responsibility for late items and past due stuff. We've managed to pay off four accounts since January and that has been a WONDERFUL feeling for sure. I don't plan on having another credit card or credit account unless I have to. Well, I'm at work and I suppose I should get back to it. Just wanted to come and drop some random thoughts in my somewhat daily journal.

ttfn.

um yeah. I hate Murphy's Law...

so, not only do I hate murphy's law, I hate pampered chef's chopper. Grr.
We have a luncheon at work tomorrow and I wanted to try something new. So I made a peanutbutter pie that a kind pea posted on two peas. By-the-way...shouts out to you girl, the filling tasted wonderful, I can't wait to try it all together.
Alright, I digress, so the recipe calls for 3/4 cup of chopped peanuts. Well isn't that special as the church lady would say. So I decided to use my handy-dandy-pampered chef-chopper. Piss off. I loaded it, commenced to chopping and I got the peanuts almost to PERFECT consistency and it COMES LOSE! Oh CRACKERS!!!!! Chopped peanuts go flying everywhere in my kitchen. Know what the kicker was for all of that...yep, I had just enough for my 3/4 cup. SOOOO, after I clean the counters, the floor, the top of the stove, the top the microwave, under the microwave, and around the sink, I commence to chopping peanuts again, just a cussing under my breath. I think I could be likened to the tasmanian devil.
*sigh* What a long night for a long day. Those people I work with better appreciate that peanutbutter pie, or I'm gonna go off on some unsuspected soul.

Breakfast of champions

Well this morning, I managed to take care of everyone else but myself. I got to work and realized I forgot to pack my breakfast. So I enlisted the snack pile in our break room. Yeah, can you say, breakfast of champions? Not! I have inhaled a honey bun (just thinking of the fat grams is making me want to hurl) and I am sipping a Sprite. Do you know that line from Tommy Boy where Richard says, "Uh, I can HEAR you getting fatter"...shall I say more.
I decided to wear a belt today. Along with my less than flattering shirt made for men. Just fine that this office has employeed five women since 1999, but we wear men's clothing. Yikes! I hate having to STUFF that shirt and tale into my pants. I feel as if they are tight enough as it is really, do I need a yard more of material to stuff in my brithces. I think not. I should revolt. Wouldn't that be a hoot? I mean it isn't like we have to wear uniforms, yet I do. It is easy, I don't have to think about how to dress.
It is going to be pretty quiet today. My office mates are gone. One has headed to Galveston for the storm and the other is on vacation. Life is good. I plan to ramble and do much of nothing all day. With all this energy from my honey bun this morning, image the things I can accomplish for the first hour this morning. Yeah right.

can't seem to wake up this morning

Today is Sunday July 17, 2005. I can't seem to wake up. I think I spent too much time just lying in bed. It is going to be another hot one today.
I was up until midnight finishing my sisters flowers for her wedding...in NOVEMBER. Why I stayed up that long, I have no idea? I have plenty of time. She needs her bouquet by August 16 for her portraits, but when my creative juices are flowing, I have to work on things. Two blisters later and many times buring myself, I have two bride's maids bouquet, her bouquet, and a throw bouquet. I think I'm going to shower and go start scrapbooking, I've earned the freedom to work on my own stuff for a bit. I haven't had the luxury to do this in a really long time. For once, my house is decent and I have a little freedom to work on things. I suppose between scrapping, I'll so laundry. I'd hate for people to be naked next week, self included. Oh, this will be short today, I have laundry piled up, dishes waiting to be rotated, and in desperate need of a shower.
ttfn...see you on the flip side.

maybe today we will get rain?

A little nervous here. Emily is drifting in the south Atlantic. Her projected path could take her right into Texas. I've lived with huricanes all my life. Just a factor. In NC it was nothing to get 2-4 storms a season. It just makes me nervous. Dennis didn't do what they said it was capable of doing. Will Emily pick up the slack?

Ah, well it's been a bit since I updated...partially because I can't operate this site. LOL. We went to SeaWorld for hubby's 32nd birthday. Abigail had a BLAST! We went as a family on Saturday and had the inlaws with us on Sunday. *sigh* Not as much fun the 2nd day.
We got to see Shamu, the dolphins, a skit with the seals and tons of other stuff. Just too much to remember. I hate it when that happens, because it makes scrappin the stuff a year later (yes, I am SOOOOO far behind) so hard. I had a journal with me...why didn't I use it? Some questions will never be answered I suppose. Anyway, good time, Hill Country was beautiful as always. Medina lake (which is where we stayed our second night) was nice. I wish I had time to blog a little wittier...but duty calls.
ttfn.