Our house in AZ has finally sold. We signed the docs this week. It's been on the market for over a year!
Seeing the completion of the sale is a HUGE relief to us! :) But, I still feel a little sad. I loved this house! I miss it! I miss the hibiscus in the front yard. I even miss the darn quirky little cactus! I miss my neighbors, the Paxtons. (Hi Nancy!) I miss the double ovens and the granite counter tops! I loved this house!!! :)
What I don't miss...4 1/2 bathrooms! My kids (Shane) used every bathroom in the house, everyday! I also don't miss dusting all that beautiful stair railing. And the black widows! We had those darn things everywhere, don't miss them at all!
Just for fun, here's a little peak at the house. There are some pictures and a virtual tour (I got a little teary-eyed when I watched the tour!). I don't know how long the links will stay active, since the property is sold...but for now...here they are:
Arizona House (link no longer active).
And, I have some other things I am really excited to Blog about, inspired by Cherie's latest "Wayback Wednesday" installment. I've been spending lots of time looking at old pictures and quizzing my mom about details of dates, times and places! :) So fun! Thanks for the prompt, Cherie!!!
But for now... Happy Weekend everyone!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Need I say more?
Haven't we lived here for 6 months already? (Yes)
Then why are there so many boxes still left to unpack? Why? Why? Why?
Last week I made pretty good progress. 20+ boxes unpacked!
I am getting to the home stretch now (I've no idea what that means, exactly).
My current project is the office. I thought I could easily get most of it done today...NOT! I was way over confident on that one. :)
Really, I did get a lot done...now I just have to finish up with the "to be filed" boxes, which can't be unpacked until I get the file drawers cleaned and organized (all the stuff that's been accumulating the past 6 months).
Once the office is done, I have about 6 "odds and ends" boxes that need unpacking (there are probably more...but "6" doesn't cause me to hyperventilate and run around crying for my mommy!)
Then we'll (by we I mean me) be on to the project of unpacking the boxes in "storage". (Fancy word for basement and garage). Not looking forward to that part either...Maybe I'll put a section on my side bar showing how many boxes I've unpacked and how many I have left? Yeah, or not. Wonder how long it would take me to count all the remaining boxes...should I round up or down for the ones that are partially unpacked? Either way, would the resulting number finally push me over the edge?
Have I mentioned I hate moving?
If my husband mentions moving to me again, you will find me huddled in the corner in the fetal position, sucking my thumb and crying...Just sayin'.
What I've learned today:
We have too much stuff.
I am quickly running out of room to put all the stuff.
(Note to self: Summer project: Building shelves in the storage room and the garage).
I thought we had purged most of the junk already...today I found a box full of papers from when I was serving in the Relief Society presidency. Really? Do I really need to keep minutes from Presidency Meeting 5+ years ago? Really???
Did I mention we are running out of room?
Perhaps you missed the part where I said I hate moving/unpacking/blah/blah/blah?
I was going to post a picture of what I look like today...no makeup, hair flat and straight...(I hate my hair!)...It was to be titled, "Have I No Shame?"...and pretty well summed up how I'm feeling right about now...but after 20 minutes of taking self portraits that turned out with me looking either angry or stoned (of which I was neither). I gave up.
My work here is done.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The second month, the second day,
We know is Groundhog's Holiday.
The keeper of the local zoo,
Photographers, reporters, too,
Anxiously await together
Woodchuck's forecast of the weather.
Each year this time he leaves his hearth,
His home beneath good Mother Earth.
He wiggles out to see the sun
And sure enough - ask anyone-
Should he perchance his shadow see,
Back to his home again he'll flee.
And that sign's still the surest thing
Six weeks must pass before it's spring!
Darn it! :)