Today was probably the most eventful Friday I’ve had since Rikki was here last.

It started off normal enough: woke up at, like, noon (hey, it’s my Saturday, get off me) and went outside to see what Peter was doing in the shop. He was changing the oil in the Dodge, if you care, but that turned out to be a bigger mess than it probably should have been, so we won’t go there.

Then we went to go look at a house that’s for sale. It’s practically in our back yard (and I’m only exaggerating a little). Three bedroom, two bathroom place with four acres, a shop, etc. We’d looked once (outside), weren’t sure what we thought so figured we’d go look again.

And that’s when shit gets crazy.

As we’re pulling into the house’s driveway, another car pulls in behind us – a car we’d passed on the way to the house. Turns out it was the guy selling the house, so he takes us inside to look at it. Awesome.

The outside of the house leaves a lot to want, but the inside definitely made it better. It’s not as big as the house we’re in now, but, hey, we’re renting (and kind of tired of that, by the way). So after talking to the realtor, we figure out it’s a VA house and with the financing available (we even called the bank to get pre-approved), we could afford the house no problemo.

As in, the mortgage including taxes and insurance? Couple hundred cheaper a month than we’re paying now.

HELLO!

So we figure, what the hell? Let’s see how far we can go with this. It’s not like we’d be signing a contract right then and there anyway.

By this time, Pete and I are both getting excited. The shop was big enough to fit all our vehicles and then some – umm, we have a truck, an SUV, my car, plus two VW bugs and a lil boat. Pretty damn big shop and of course Pete was stoked about that. I’m excited because the front and back yards are both fenced, we could have all FOUR of our dogs, the living room’s big enough to fit our free big screen TV (not sure I’ve mentioned that before on here but whatevs) … the list goes on.

And this realtor? Is all over it. He’s making phone calls, frantically trying to get us into the office, etc. Because there’s already another offer on the table. But it’s low, he said, so maybe we’d have a shot.

Long story short – we didn’t have a shot. The other (low) offer was accepted.

So in approximately two hours, I went from renting and, though growing tired of it, still fine with it, to getting pre-approved for a home loan and wanting to put an offer on a house to TOTALLY WANTING TO BUY A FRICKIN’ HOUSE.

Also, I guarantee I could get a good internet connection at that place.

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Something you probably didn’t know about me: This isn’t my only blog.

I’m also over here (note: probably not a blog of interest to anybody reading this, except maybe a couple close friends who stalk me on the internets – seriously, it’s for my high school class, of which I was president). And the following was originally posted there yesterday.


I got something in the mail not too long ago that, while it didn’t hit me at first, really made me think.

Not in a bad way (because thinking? Really isn’t my forte … I kid, I kid), of course. Maybe “think” isn’t the right term.

It made me remember. It made me think back to how things used to be – you know, back when we were in high school.

There are a lot of people who would interject here, saying we’re not that old, we’re still young, etc. And maybe they’d be right.

Or maybe not. It’s been five years since we graduated from high school and a lot can change in five years. A lot HAS changed in five years. I think we can all attest to that.

How many of us can really look back at the past five years and say, “Yup, I knew all of that would happen. I’m exactly where I thought I’d be.” Can any of us, really? I’m willing to say that… if you can, you’re not being totally honest with yourself.

Five years ago, I never would have thought I’d be living in the Columbia Basin with my boyfriend, our two dogs and a cat, working at a newspaper. And yet, here I am. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying – five years can be a lot longer looking back than looking forward.

Anyway, back to that thing I got in the mail: a wedding invitation. I’ve gotten quite a few of those over the past few years, all from classmates. This invitation (congrats to Stephanie and Marshall – and I really hope I spelled his name correctly – by the way!) just made me think about all of us who are married now.

There’s Sherri. There’s Jamie. There’s Yara. There’s Krystal. There’s Kirsten and Dan. (Pages coming for the three of you, and the rest who don’t have their own page, soon. Promise!) There’s Joanna. And I’m probably missing somebody. Or a few somebodies.

(Let’s not even get started on the baby road. We’ll save that for another day.)

And, sure, if you count ’em out… seven doesn’t seem like a whole lot. But in a class of, what were we, 50-something, it kind of is. I’m not saying it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but doesn’t it make you just stop for a second?

I know I did.

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve looked up to my brother. Even when we were kids and I was the annoying little sister (Because now? Well, now I’m the super awesome little sister) and he was the mean big brother (Because now? Well, now he’s the super awesome big brother), I secretly … or maybe not-so-secretly … looked up to him.

My brother is amazingly talented – he may work in a scientific-ish field (truth be told, I don’t know what he does exactly because it is over. my. head.), but he is an artist, through and through. The man can draw. And don’t get me started on his musical abilities (actually, his musical abilities are what prompted this post, but we’ll get to that in a minute). He is a creator. I am so proud of him.

In all actuality, I’m proud of him and my sister – my big sis is a beautiful, strong, amazing woman. And ummm HELLO she gave me the greatest nieces in the entire world. But that is another story for another post.

Back to my bro and his music. When he was in high school, he played the saxophone. To this day, I haven’t seen another silver sax like his. But then, I don’t know if he got bored and wanted to try something new or what, but he started playing the guitar. The rest is pretty much history.

Eh, okay, not so much history – because I’m pretty sure his brightest days as a guitarist are in front of him. He’s in a band and they’ve been playing shows – more and more of them lately. And I still haven’t been to one.

Enter the REAL reason for this post. He’s playing tonight and I wrote to his wife (best sister-in-law a girl could ask for, by the way, and also the reason I own Velvet) earlier this week saying I’d try to make it. No promise, but I’d try.

Enter bad little sister moment #1: I forgot. All week, I forgot. In my defense, work was a MADHOUSE all week, what with another special section and computer/software issues. Regardless of the excuses, I forgot. Until a little earlier, slightly before Yo called me to ask if I was coming.

Enter classic big brother guilt trip: “Thanks for coming and supporting me!” I know he was (at least partially) joking, but I still felt kind of bad. In my defense, Pete and I are scheduled to attend a wedding tomorrow early afternoon and driving down there (after getting ready because today has been laaaaaaaazyyyy) tonight and coming back in the morning would be somewhat of a pain in the ass. Yo assured me they’d probably be playing a lot of shows in the future because, as she said, they’re good.

Enter classic big brother ego: “Of course we’re good, I’m in the band!”

And yanno what? I believe it.

Family

I have big news.

I’m talking big. Huge. Ginormous. INCREDIBLE.

You might want to sit down. Already sitting down? You might want to take a deep breath.

Actually, no. Scratch that. You should definitely take a deep breath.

Yeah, that’s it: Sit down and take a deep breath. Did I mention I have big news?

This post is coming to you via the internet (duh) DIRECTLY FROM MY HOME COMPUTER.

Yes, you read that right: At home. Internet at. my. home. omg

I caved and, faced with the fact that we have NO OTHER OPTIONS living out here in the middle of nowhere, bought one of those USBConnect Mercury internet connections devices through AT&T.

So far, so good. It’s a little (lot) slower than I’d like, but I kind of expected that since we don’t have the greatest cell coverage – we’re talking like two/three out of five bars here. Not horrible, but could be worse.

Anyway, it’s better than nothin’. Yessss yesyesyeyseysyesyesyes!

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