O, happy day.

As usual, the check-in photo is under the cut.  So it’ll take me, what, 3? 4? more weeks to drop the last three pounds?  *snort*

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Whee! We managed to knock 11k off their already reduced asking price.

So we’ve finally done it. We’ve made an offer on a real life all-growed-up house. A nice two-story with a cute front porch and an unfinished basement. Four bedrooms (zomg!!), two car garage, 2.5 bathrooms, and a spectacular view. It’s a spec home built in 2005 and we’ll be the first people to actually live in it.

We’ve made a ridiculously low offer for the place, but it’s a buyer’s market and it has been ownerless (unless you count the builder who built it) for three years so we figured, What the heck. The worst they could tell us is ‘no’.

Heard from two rooms away:

*sound of Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell on the television*

Shake: *High-pitched SQQQUUUUUUEEEEEEAAAAALLLLLLL*

Mr. H: Is that your rebel yell?

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Today was spent at the Henry Doorly Zoo. We live practically down the street from it, so I don’t know why we don’t go more often. This morning there was a newscast about a sodium hypochlorite (think bleach) spill near there and I thought, Oh, the zoo sounds like a good idea. Figured it would be good exercise and I thought that maybe Shake would be interested in looking at something other than the same old toys. It was also gorgeous out. By Thor’s knobby knees, I love the fall. What, Autumn doesn’t start until the 22nd? Tell that to the weather gods. Anyway, Shake was fascinated with the new butterfly garden and even waved “bye-bye” to the butterflies on the way out.

And to the flowers, and to the baby behind us, and to the sliding glass door, and to herself in the mirror.  A long “Haaaiiiii!” accompanied each wave.  Confused child.

She loved looking at the gorillas and was awed by the aquarium life — the penguins were especially entertaining.

Four hours later I was worn to unraveling. My hip was beginning to hurt again and I realized, with a bit of frustration, that I would never be able to work at a job that required me to stand for eight hours if only four had reduced me to a hobbling gimp. Not that I’d want one anyway. I’m just saying…

It was a good day. Shake passed out on the way home. And I do mean out. She didn’t even react when we got home and I pulled her out of the car seat. That alone was worth the $11 admission fee.

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Now I hear from the other room:

Mr. H: Oh no! Little Girl!! *dejected* Oh, my water. *chuckles* Did you drink some, at least?

Ahhh! Children. At least it was only water this time. *MWW-AH* Goodnight, everybody. It’s Mommy’s turn to pass out.

I’m now down to my Marine Corps weight.  Granted this is the highest I weighed while in (my lowest being 117) but it’s still a great feeling to be here again!

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*holding in an explosion of expletives* I wore out my DDR pad!!! RRRRGH!

I thought that maybe I should buy a new one, but after doing a ton of research, I think I’ll just get the cheapy pad that comes with the game and do this to it. Looks to be a fun project if I can squeeze blood out of a rock make some time in my busy day to put toward personal use.

I’m also concerned with starting something like this right now when we’re going to be moving soon. Yeah, it’s just one thing, but it’s still one more thing I’ve got to carry out of my apartment, transport across town, and lug into the new house. I may as well hold off and put it all together when I have a real life garage to work in, and not so far to carry it, right?

But holding off also means a couple months without my current exercise routine.

*wembles*

Speaking of no time for personal use, I’ve learned another Mommy Lesson.  If I want a shower every morning, then I have to take the little girl in there with me.  Sure I’m giving up one more thing that I used to do privately (going to the bathroom is another one) but at least this way Shake gets bathed too.

Today’s creation: Chocobo.

It has been a long time since I’ve played Final Fantasy. (picture taken in 2001)

I went looking for a new coat the other day online, because what with the way gas prices are, and having to lug the contrary and unobliging Shake everywhere*, I haven’t the patience to hop into the truck and cruise the city in search of the things I need let alone want.

After about half an hour of m’eh after m’eh, I found the perfect coat on Overstock.com. This one. But after I got my hopes all up — got excited and squishy over what I now considered MY coat — I noted the “sold out” marker in bright red letters where the button that would allow me to buy MY coat should have been. O NOEZ!!

I had to have the goddamn coat. Just had to. I would shrivel up and DIE if I didn’t get it. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but somewhere deep inside me there was a tiny girl who had just crumpled into a ball and was screaming, “MINE MINE MINE!!” as she punctuated each cry with the smack of a chubby little fist on the floor.

My inner child is ornery, to say the least.

After a long and seemingly fruitless search all over the interwebs, I managed to find ONE of these coats on eBay. Only it’s not navy with red trim, but black on black. And it’s a large. I’m not a large, but by gosh, I’ll get the thing tailored if it’ll make my inner crybaby shut up.

And if any one of you manages to find this coat and outbids me, I will personally hunt you down and spork you to death.

* She’s really a very well behaved and happy baby until I test her with hours of In-and-Out of the Truck games.

A few posts back, I mentioned a Marine buddy of mine from back in the day and how he introduced me to Spore. Well! Look who’s got a blog now!

Everyone’s assignment is to go over there and spam his leave friendly comments, tout de suite. The tooter the sweeter.