just jump

Meeting with the mortgage guy wasn't that scary. Turns out, they really do want to give you the money. Because that means they get money. There's just so much money flying around, it's like one of those glass boxes where they blow it everywhere and you have to catch it in your shirt! Or not. We just have a couple of hoops to jump through and then our very first home loan should get pre-approved barring some random act of nature or the cosmos getting in our way. YOU CAN'T STOP ME FROM BUYING A HOUSE UTAH LAKE TSUNAMI, I'M WATCHING YOU!

Houses are expensive, even when you get one for freaking cheap in this down market or whatever. There are all these things like down payments and closing costs and random small print fees that I assume go towards training future lenders and realtors into how to confuse future home buyers when it comes to this whole process. So that the legacy may continue and all. I even stumbled on a house I might really like today. So much that I spent the whole day obsessing about it and emailing people and contemplated prostituting myself out just so we could raise the funds for the down payment faster. I haven't even seen it in person, but the pictures look nice. And, it has a master bath so I can lock the door and hide in the sanctitude of my own commode rather than share it with the other 3 toilet missing target shooters in my life. I would feel remiss if I didn't mention the fenced awesome yard to contain the dog and childrens and the fact that a swingset is included. People, pray to the god of whoever is in charge of this sort of thing that this particular house is as good as it seems and that maybe, just maybe it might be meant for us.

In other news, I got to go to a Sundance showing of Robot and Frank on Saturday with my homies over at Today's Mama. Robot and Frank was, endearing, in a word. The drive up and down Parley's Canyon was laughable along with a few more choice words, but winning two tickets anywhere Southwest flies and a night out with some of my favorites made it totally WORTH IT. Guys, I'm on a dang roll with the winning of sweet prizes lately, I think I need to hit Vegas with all of the monies the mortgage guy is going to give us. DOUBLE OR NOTHING. My confidence level is high.

When I come "up North" as it has been phrased, the kids and I invade on the good graces of Paul's parents. He and I are relegated to a full bed in the basement boudoir while one child sleeps in a pack and play in the upstairs spare bedroom, and the other child on a crib mattress in the master closet. Sticking kids in the closet to sleep has been the best discovery since sleeping my baby in a hotel bathtub during the Superbowl last year.  Dark and quiet. You should try it next time you're not sleeping at home. Anyway, let's just say that people like Paul and I (see photo):

in my defense I am wearing very tall shoes, and no bra

should not be sleeping in full beds and if I accidentally get pregnant it's most likely because there was no room to hide from any one's advancing extremities. Let's hope it does not come to this. Also, why cohabiting people sleep in anything less than a king by choice is far beyond my sphere of understanding.

It's only taken me 3 hours to write this post.