In the last 2 weeks if anyone had asked me if I'm excited to get into a new house, I'd probably agree. Then quickly follow it up with that I'm going to get my treadmill back. (It's been in storage since we put our house on the market in July) I'm sad to say that my treadmill did not survive the move. This tragedy is the saddest thing that has happened in a long time. My treadmill was well loved, well used, and will be sadly missed.
Treadmill, I will miss you.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Target
I've had issues with Target ever since we registered for our wedding there, then couldn't return/exchange anything. And yet I go back. It seems like whenever I go there I can't come out under $100. Even just for groceries it's impossible. This tells me they're sickly over-priced. I always feel slightly ripped off. It's not like it's the highest quality stuff.
Let's get back to why I'm presently irritated with this "super" store. I bought a camera there on Monday morning. Monday evening I find a better camera for a lower price at BestBuy (I think this circles back to the previous over-priced comments). I leave from BestBuy and go to Target to return their expensively inferior camera, and the can't take it back. Did I do something wrong? NO. I hadn't even opened the box and I had the receipt very available. So why couldn't they process this simple return for me? They needed 24 hours to process my credit card purchase, before the could then return it to said same credit card. Who has ever heard of this happening?!?! I was watching my friend's kids today and it was snowing. It is not convenient to come back 24 hours later to return a camera. How do they still have customers with service like that? I've really got to stay out of that store. I always end up shocked by the outcome.
Ok, really at the mall you can return something in like 7 minutes. Why the 24 hour credit card processing inconvenience? I would also like to point out that the 10 items or less express line is intended to be just that: an express line. So, be curteous to those behind you by making your purchases as quickly and efficiently as possible; not fumbling in your wallet for your 3 different store cards to scan, then forget about something in your cart. If you have this problem you should leave the express lane to the more experience shoppers.
Let's get back to why I'm presently irritated with this "super" store. I bought a camera there on Monday morning. Monday evening I find a better camera for a lower price at BestBuy (I think this circles back to the previous over-priced comments). I leave from BestBuy and go to Target to return their expensively inferior camera, and the can't take it back. Did I do something wrong? NO. I hadn't even opened the box and I had the receipt very available. So why couldn't they process this simple return for me? They needed 24 hours to process my credit card purchase, before the could then return it to said same credit card. Who has ever heard of this happening?!?! I was watching my friend's kids today and it was snowing. It is not convenient to come back 24 hours later to return a camera. How do they still have customers with service like that? I've really got to stay out of that store. I always end up shocked by the outcome.
Ok, really at the mall you can return something in like 7 minutes. Why the 24 hour credit card processing inconvenience? I would also like to point out that the 10 items or less express line is intended to be just that: an express line. So, be curteous to those behind you by making your purchases as quickly and efficiently as possible; not fumbling in your wallet for your 3 different store cards to scan, then forget about something in your cart. If you have this problem you should leave the express lane to the more experience shoppers.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Moving and Funerals
Wes and I spent Friday night organizing everything to move Saturday morning. It was exhausting, and I hate saying that it was exhausting. I hate not being able to do everything I normally could because I'm carrying around an extra 10+ lbs of parasite. Somehow add 10 pounds out front and you have to take away 20 pounds of what you can lift. Ok, I just really hate saying I can't physically do something.
Thank you everyone that came to help us, it went really fast thanks to your amazing muscles.
Another thing that shouldn't happen...funerals when you're pregnant and tired. Wes' Granny Joyce died this week and the funeral was yesterday. I'm also pretty sure that I was the last one to know that she died because Wes had some imaginary conversation with me. It was really great to see so much of Wes' crazy Smith family together. But I've got to say, they are the experts at not talking about the elephant. So to continue in that vein; whenever Joyce called Wes to ask for his number and I would talk to her, she would bless me profusely for marrying Wes. So I just hope that in her happiness of being reunited with her Jimmy, she will continue to bless me for marrying Wes. We all know I need it.
Thank you everyone that came to help us, it went really fast thanks to your amazing muscles.
Another thing that shouldn't happen...funerals when you're pregnant and tired. Wes' Granny Joyce died this week and the funeral was yesterday. I'm also pretty sure that I was the last one to know that she died because Wes had some imaginary conversation with me. It was really great to see so much of Wes' crazy Smith family together. But I've got to say, they are the experts at not talking about the elephant. So to continue in that vein; whenever Joyce called Wes to ask for his number and I would talk to her, she would bless me profusely for marrying Wes. So I just hope that in her happiness of being reunited with her Jimmy, she will continue to bless me for marrying Wes. We all know I need it.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Here We Go
So it's been a whirlwind weekend and will continue through the next week.
Finally, on Friday we were able to get someone to come put on a new roof before it snowed yesterday. And our buyers were coming to paint the foundation. Even Wes sounded excited that things were coming together. (Wes is the biggest pessimist in the world in case you haven't pieced that together for yourself.)
Unfortunately, as I pulled up from grocery shopping yesterday AM, I saw a kid who had been with the roofers the day before coming out of our front door. I knew Wes wasn't home either, so what was this kid doing in our house. When I say kid, I mean teenager. A quick scan of my messy house let me know that my camera was missing. Wes came home an re-searched everywhere before confronting them. The kid's dad and brother were among the roofers and were really embarrassed that it happened, but couldn't get the kid to fess up. So they gave us $100 to replace it after offering to call the cops to scare it out of him. I think I'm only missing a handful of pictures, because I had just downloaded a bunch last week.
So talking to our buyers yesterday, (cool people, but not LDS)they are going to try to get the appraiser out here tomorrow and still close on Friday. Crazy fast, since I work Mon-Thur next week, but next weekend is really convenient in the end. When I say moving, I mean to my parents' house for a few weeks until we can close on a different one Dec 28.
Speaking of Wes as a pessimist, yesterday, when I was looking at my closet and deciding to pack all of it because none of it fits. He asked if I was sure I wanted all of my clothes gone where I can't get to them. I told him that at this point there's only a small container that fits me, why would I drag all of those clothes to my parents'. He was dooms day implying that we wouldn't be in a house before the baby comes.
I know this weekend was crazy, because at our sorting fundraiser yesterday, I didn't even get all the cow across. Heaven help me if I ever win again.
Today at church was really a lot more difficult for me than I thought it was going to be. I didn't expect Wes, in his I-got-dressed-in-the-dark outfit, to announce it over the podium. I kind of thought at this point we would just slip quietly into the night. But I really love this ward. I would like to just move it closer to Sandy, because I know we'll never find a ward like this again. I really got to grow up here. I was given a chance at leadership positions, and was truly touched by the testimonies of those I've served with. There are women in this ward who I will never forget the influence they've had on me and my family. And now I'm crying again. I'll really, really miss the Springview. And walking to the library.
Finally, on Friday we were able to get someone to come put on a new roof before it snowed yesterday. And our buyers were coming to paint the foundation. Even Wes sounded excited that things were coming together. (Wes is the biggest pessimist in the world in case you haven't pieced that together for yourself.)
Unfortunately, as I pulled up from grocery shopping yesterday AM, I saw a kid who had been with the roofers the day before coming out of our front door. I knew Wes wasn't home either, so what was this kid doing in our house. When I say kid, I mean teenager. A quick scan of my messy house let me know that my camera was missing. Wes came home an re-searched everywhere before confronting them. The kid's dad and brother were among the roofers and were really embarrassed that it happened, but couldn't get the kid to fess up. So they gave us $100 to replace it after offering to call the cops to scare it out of him. I think I'm only missing a handful of pictures, because I had just downloaded a bunch last week.
So talking to our buyers yesterday, (cool people, but not LDS)they are going to try to get the appraiser out here tomorrow and still close on Friday. Crazy fast, since I work Mon-Thur next week, but next weekend is really convenient in the end. When I say moving, I mean to my parents' house for a few weeks until we can close on a different one Dec 28.
Speaking of Wes as a pessimist, yesterday, when I was looking at my closet and deciding to pack all of it because none of it fits. He asked if I was sure I wanted all of my clothes gone where I can't get to them. I told him that at this point there's only a small container that fits me, why would I drag all of those clothes to my parents'. He was dooms day implying that we wouldn't be in a house before the baby comes.
I know this weekend was crazy, because at our sorting fundraiser yesterday, I didn't even get all the cow across. Heaven help me if I ever win again.
Today at church was really a lot more difficult for me than I thought it was going to be. I didn't expect Wes, in his I-got-dressed-in-the-dark outfit, to announce it over the podium. I kind of thought at this point we would just slip quietly into the night. But I really love this ward. I would like to just move it closer to Sandy, because I know we'll never find a ward like this again. I really got to grow up here. I was given a chance at leadership positions, and was truly touched by the testimonies of those I've served with. There are women in this ward who I will never forget the influence they've had on me and my family. And now I'm crying again. I'll really, really miss the Springview. And walking to the library.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The Insanity is Here
So our house went under contract a couple weeks ago. Wes wouldn't let me tell anyone because he thought we would have to speak in church. I think I've convinced him otherwise, and I'm sorry if I outright lied to you.
The people who are buy our house seemed very eager to move in and on top of it with inspections and appraisals. They were looking to close early (like next week) instead of the original December 21. We were going to try to accomodate them. It's not a big deal to us. We planned on moving in with my parents for the holidays anyway until we could close on a house of our own. Now their FHA loan people say we have to replace the roof on the garage before they'll approve the loan. This was one of the things we were trying to avoid doing to our house by moving. Now it looks like we're going to have to do it anyway, and it will most likely surpass the $500 in the contract to be spent on FHA repairs. I think we should do it anyway. I'm feeling the need to get moving into a new house and get settled before this baby comes in a few months.
And for those people I could tell, and was all excited about this house we found. They are in bankrupcy and have it mortgaged past the value of the house, but the bank is making them keep it on the market. Retarded, they'll never sell it. We found another house I like yesterday, but I'm afraid it will go quickly at the price it's at. With having to repair our roof, oh, and paint our window wells, I don't know what's going to happen to our house. Or even if or when we'll be moving.
I had started packing boxes yesterday, and not sleeping because I was stressed about moving in such a short time when I'm working quite a bit over the next couple of weeks. Now I want to say, screw it all and go read a book.
The people who are buy our house seemed very eager to move in and on top of it with inspections and appraisals. They were looking to close early (like next week) instead of the original December 21. We were going to try to accomodate them. It's not a big deal to us. We planned on moving in with my parents for the holidays anyway until we could close on a house of our own. Now their FHA loan people say we have to replace the roof on the garage before they'll approve the loan. This was one of the things we were trying to avoid doing to our house by moving. Now it looks like we're going to have to do it anyway, and it will most likely surpass the $500 in the contract to be spent on FHA repairs. I think we should do it anyway. I'm feeling the need to get moving into a new house and get settled before this baby comes in a few months.
And for those people I could tell, and was all excited about this house we found. They are in bankrupcy and have it mortgaged past the value of the house, but the bank is making them keep it on the market. Retarded, they'll never sell it. We found another house I like yesterday, but I'm afraid it will go quickly at the price it's at. With having to repair our roof, oh, and paint our window wells, I don't know what's going to happen to our house. Or even if or when we'll be moving.
I had started packing boxes yesterday, and not sleeping because I was stressed about moving in such a short time when I'm working quite a bit over the next couple of weeks. Now I want to say, screw it all and go read a book.
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