Pissin' off Pulte

Ryan and I went to the house on Saturday to meet a guy about a fence in our new backyard. Our lot is a corner lot with a common area right behind it that no house will be built on. Score! You know how subdivisions are these days. They put up houses so fast and soooo close together. Your neighbor doesn't need to come over to borrow sugar, just stick your hand out a side window and you're in our house rooting through our pantry! Okay, okay, it's not that bad. Anyway, the fence guy was psyched about our lot because we are right next to the amenities center and there will be a lot of people passing our house. So, he is giving us a great deal with better wood than what we are paying for. Sweet.

However, the air conditioning unit is settling in the ground due to the foundation settling, so it's tilted about 40 degrees. And our kitchen sink sprung a leak so they had to rip up the hardwood floor and are drying everything out and replacing the hardwood. I didn't think much of it because hey, shit happens and it's getting all fixed this week. Ryan did think much of it. He fired off an email about it because the air conditioner wasn't mentioned to us on our weekly updates that we get, and he was concerned about the wood under our hard wood later on down the road. They are legitimate concerns and Ryan isn't one to really hold back on how he feels. I'm glad he is that way cuz I don't do confrontation so well (unless it is work related). So the construction manager fired one back. Nothing mean but both emails were to the point. But for me, I read into everything. So now I think the construction manager hates us and telling people we are "those people." He's probably not (WE'RE NOT THOSE PEOPLE I SWEAR!). Or he could not do as good of a job as normal or damage our house in some way. He won't though. These are just my irrational fears.

I just know he's gonna leave us a floater when we move in.

The Tetherball Spider (part 1)

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
I graduated college. And like any other college graduate moved back into the house I grew up in, on Kent Drive, before leaving in a matter of months for grad school. My brother had recently left the house to move in with his future wife, so it was just me.
You know the expression: some things never change? Well, ever since I can remember we have always had a yellow bug light on the front porch that is advertised to "keep bugs away at night." LIES!!!! Every night that that light was on, I would walk up the porch steps and get smacked in the head and face by moths, mosquitos and other various bugs that I couldn't identify. So of course, where there are bugs usually a spider or two is not that far behind. Usually the spiders would create their webs the side of the front door in various spots. This was not something unusual to me but I would pretend like they weren't there, because I am scared of spiders. For the two seconds it would take for me to unlock and force our slightly warped wooden door open, I would keep my mind occupied with other thoughts while I started to hyperventilate at the thought of the viscious, drooling spiders with twelve eyes that I would imagine calling my name trying to lure me into their web so they could plant their egg sacks in my hair and suck my blood!!! (I have a pretty active imagination.) But usually I would get into the house without egg sacks in my hair and with just as much blood as I had two seconds before. Another close call.

Spiders and I have a unspoken agreement (I think anyway). If they are outside the house...I leave them alone. They eat up mosquitoes and other bugs so...have at it! However, if one gets inside my house...I consider that a suicide march. First, I gasp. Second, I shudder and give the obligatory "Eeeeew. Oh my God!" Third, I curl my toes (I dont know why) and run to find the biggest shoe available. Fourth, I muster up my courage and slam the shoe down on it to make it's death as quick and painless as possible. Fifth, I do the "Oh-my-Lord-that-is-so-gross" dance/convulsion, usually in a small circle.

This one night, I was leaving the house in the evening (bug light on) and I open the front door to go when I realize I need something from the table by the door. I turn around to get it, then turn to go out the door and see a big brown spider hanging down from the middle of the door jam, about the size of a silver dollar. No lie. It's just hanging there...staring at me. So of course, I slide around it out the door, praying it won't get me. As I slide around it, it crawls back up to the top of the door frame. I slam the door, lock it in a crouched position watching for it and run away.
This happens just about every night for the next three weeks. I would open the door and walk out right when this crazy spider would drop down and almost hit me in the face! You would have to have cat like reflexes to duck at the appropriate time! It's was like it was waiting for you to walk through, just to scare the crap out of you!!

One night, I wasn't thinking and opened the door to leave when here comes the kamikaze spider. It scared me (of course) and my hand flew up and I batted it away from me. The spider swung out and for a second I thought I was safe...until the laws of motion for a pendulum became clear in my brain. The spider started to swing back to me. "Crap," I thought. Luckily, addrenaline from the scare was still in me and I ducked and sat down in the doorway. The spider swung back and forth for about a minute. When it slowed enough, it crawled back up and disappeared. I never saw it again....

The House!

Well, the house is almost done! They are just working on some odds and ends but all in all...it is finished! I can't believe it. Now that is really a house- no, OUR house- I'm just flabbergasted. Ryan, God bless him, has taken the reigns and is making sure everything is in order for our closing. He is on the phone with our loan counselor and mortgage broker constantly, in between calls from coaches and athletes. He said his main goal was to make sure I wouldn't get stressed out about all of it. He knows me so well.

I can feel the stress bubbling in my stomach and I know what it is. Fear. Irrational fear for the most part. I mean this is scary for me and exciting all in one. I love the house! I hate the amount of money involved! Not that we can't handle it by any means. We will be fine, but geez! Knowing that all this money we saved up for so long is gone in one afternoon (Sept. 8th) just makes me nauseated. Then I start to wonder about "what happens if...?" What happens if for some reason one or both of us lose our jobs, etc. But the return is what I focus on. I can picture Ryan, Rocky, Dammit, and I all in this house....maybe a few more additions down the road (wink, wink). I can see us living our lives here for a very long time. So I know it will be a really good thing.

If I don't go crazy first.

Ryan is in Italy!!

I just got a call from Ryan. He is in Italy with his team for 9 days. They landed safely and he said Lake Cuomo is gorgeous. They apparently are going for a private tour of the lake and the houses around it tomorrow morning (their time). I'm so happy for him but also...very jealous. It was good to hear from him b/c I miss him all ready. QUIT MAKING GAGGING NOISES!!
Good luck boys!! Get a win vs. the Swiss national team tomorrow!!

Thank you Obama

I'm definitely a grown up. I got married and now...I'm about to be officially in debt up to my eyeballs for the next 30 years. Congrats to me. Thanks to the generosity of President Obama for first time home buyers, Ryan and I have "purchased" a new home. I put it in quotes because we haven't closed on it yet. The good news is that with the loan we have been approved for we only need 3.5% down at closing...check! Then, next April we will get that money back in tax refunds. Sweet.

Anyway, we decided- being we are now in our 30s- that we should grow some roots. We have no plans to move in the near future and wanted a house we could grow into. The new house is up the street in another subdivision from where we are renting now. It has an unfinished basement, 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bath. This will be the largest house that I will have ever lived in. Ryan and I have been driving by it every few days since the foundation was poured and I keep marveling at it. Then, I start to freak out a bit, but I keep it all on the inside. My insecurities start to speak up with, "Oh my gosh. It's way too big! You can't afford this! What are you thinking? Sure, you have a nice house but now you won't ever have the ability to put anything nice in it! And kids?! Forget it now. You won't be able to have kids for another 10 years at this rate!"

Thanks voice in my head. But then I take a breath and realize that we can afford it and that we don't need all brand new stuff. We have stuff and eventually we will be able to get new stuff. We are fine. And as my friend Stacy put it, "No one ever has enough money for kids. You just make it work." So then I become excited and then relaxed.

Ryan is like a kid when it comes to the house. He has had a vision for the basement since before it was even constructed. When asked about it, his eyes get bigger and he starts to fidgit with excitement. He knows exactly where he wants the bar located, what type of bar, where his White Sox pool table will be (that we dont have), his card table (that we dont have), his flat panel tvs (that we dont have but we do have a couple old school big screens), and couches and chairs (that we do have but will eventually be replaced with Chicago Bears furniture). I love this man.

Overall it has been awesome to watch the progress of this house being built and the speed in which it has been built. There is still a lot left but the outside is pretty much done minus shutter and the actual front door. Dry wall is up. Plumbing and electrical is in place. Now we need cabinets, sinks, toilets and doors with knobs. Its amazing that we have just over a month before we close and move in. September 8th. Let the countdown begin!

Anyone want to pack up our crap and move it for us?

Honeymoon

I'm finally putting some pictures up of our honeymoon!

This is the view from our hotel room. The mountain in the background is Mt. Etna, an active volcano. At night you could sometimes see the lava flowing out of it. It was beautiful!

This is Ryan in front of and in the saltwater pool. We went here everyday to relax and swim. On the other side of the pool is a dock that you can walk down to and jump right in the sea. We did that a few times but only when we were really hot being that the water was about 60 degrees.

Here is a typical street in Taormina.

We had gelatto (Italian ice cream) everyday! It was like heaven!

Here I am in a plaza in Taormina where everyone seemed to congregate in the evenings to visit with friends and families.

Here is Ryan sitting at a restaurant at the entrance to Corso Umberto, the main street of Taormina.

Here we are at the same restaurant, Trocadero. They have fantastic pizza and even better wine!

We loved this little spot. This cafe is located right next the plaza so you could sit and people watch for hours if you wanted!

This is the top of the hotel, where the bar is located. We would sit up there and watch the lights of the town and enjoy the weather and scenery.

Here we are snuggling on the plush couch on the rooftop bar (svevo).

I'll try to post more pictures later.

How's married life?

I can't wait til people stop asking this question.

Of course the next question will inevitably be, "Sooooo...when are you gonna have kids?"


Whoah people.....whoah.