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Aside from the paralyzing fear of a 30 year financial commitment, there wasn’t much else that concerned me about owning my own house. I mean, I’ve only sent the mortgage company two checks, but still… I’m not crying myself to sleep at night or anything.
Things that are super cheers* level great:
- It’s been over a month since the last time I filled up my gas tank. In our last house, it was a once a week ordeal.
- Our entire family can fit around the dining room table.
- One night Amelia heard the marching band on the field at the football stadium up the street. At our old house, that probably would have been noises of murder.
- A basement that’s actually comfortable to be in. Or at least appears that way since only our guests and large child stay there.
- And we’re pretty much in love with what my brother and dad did this past weekend:
It only required my dad climbing on the to step of a ladder that specifically said not to use it as a step and my brother to eat three pounds of insulation dust. But it sure does look pretty great, huh??
We’re fans of it all so far, even the next door lady that’s recommended a lawn service to us twice. Take it easy, Barbara. We promise not to bring down your property value.
Man. We are so grown up and responsible now.
*Mickey Mouse Clubhouse references happen when you have a one year old.
This week so far = crazy long already. No work tomorrow is much appreciated. Send nachos and beer.
Now I get the logic behind it. Learn to work with people in an academic setting and you’ll be able to work with everyone at every job you ever have. I think that’s probably the logic behind this, right? Lies. All lies.
I have an Organizational Behavior class this semester. It’s all group work. It’s all sending me into fits of rage. How bad can it be? GLAD YOU ASKED.
We have an assignment due Monday night by midnight. It’s 10 pages. The amount that the other three people in my group have contributed might total one page. They’re really helpful and super. And because somehow I became this student that has to excel, I can’t just resolve to the fact that my paper will suck. So I’m all taking charge and crap.
Rewind to Friday night. I pull my phone out of my pocket to see four missed calls and two text messages. One of my classmates and my teacher were trying to call me. WHAT. I ended up answering the phone and wound up on a conference call with the instructor and a fellow student while walking around IKEA with my kid and wife.
And today, right now even, just three hours before the assignment is due, the amount of earth shattering content three other people have shared might fill up half a page. Their feedback on what’s been written so far: “looks great!”
OF COURSE IT DOES.
I’m gonna turn this thing in sometime before midnight and then feel really happy that it’s the last group assignment I’ll have to do this semester. And I’ll just hope none of these people ever come work for me in a professional environment because NOPE. NOT INTERESTED.
When Papa and Nana are in town, the rules change a little bit.
Man. I sure wish people loved this kid.
Haven’t gone to sleep yet. Still counts as my post on the 7th! (Also, photo credit goes to Ozzy’s Aunt Kellie.)
We celebrated the little one’s birthday party today with his first actual party today. Yay! My folks, brother and just-get-it-over-already-and-get-married-so-I-can-legit-call-her-my-sister-in-law came into town this morning. My parents had given me Ozzy’s birthday presents when we were in town this past May so he would have them on his birthday, so I’m glad they made the trip up to celebrate with him while he got to open them.
He was, of course, spoiled rotten. I think what’s supposed to happen when you turn one, though. Travis and Kellie got him the old school telephone toy that everyone that was born in the 70s had when they were kids, which also happens to be something I’d been saying I wanted to get him for a while now. He came away with quite the haul of toys.
My grandpa, his great grandpa, also sent a present up for him that was just specifically to Ozzy from his great grandpa. I looked in the bag to get an idea of what it was. His 91 year old grandpa got him his very first pocketknife bought from carlsonknives.com. If you know Chuck, then you know giving someone a pocketknife is a pretty big coming of age thing. He just wanted to make sure Ozzy had one, even if it was a few years early. All of his other presents were great. Don’t get me wrong. They just didn’t top this pocketknife. I can’t wait to share the story of his pocketknife with Ozzy when he’s bigger.
And then there was cake and a chocolate cupcake for the birthday boy. It met his approval.
The ice cream brain freeze did not.
Tomorrow, we continue our family birthday celebration with a trip to Sea Life and the Mall of America.