Wednesday, June 26, 2013

My First Week at the Doll House

7 Days ago I closed on the doll house. It seems like a month ago.

The day of closing was very exciting. My parent’s arrived just in time for my final walk through. We had lunch and headed over to the title company. I swear I signed a billion documents. Don’t tell anyone but I’m pretty sure I misspelled my name a couple of times…
 
Please forgive the pictures in this post, they were taken with an iPhone :-)
 
Walking out of the title company was surreal. My mom gave me a big hug and we all started laughing. I still can’t believe I bought a house. It was an exhilarating moment!

The wide range of emotions I’ve felt over the past 7 days have left me exhausted.

It has been hard work.

We (and by “we” I’m referring to my mother and step-father) have been busy spackling, scraping, sanding, painting, and more painting, and more painting…I’m still not done painting.

Also, we took EIGHTEEN trips (and counting) to Home Depot! Sheesh!

I won’t even talk about the fact that I’ve already had to call a plumber and an electrician.
 
The house was filthy! See the picture below? Can you tell which drawer is clean and which isn't?
 
 
I’m not going to lie; there have been a few moments where I’ve asked myself “what have I done? …this is a total disaster.”

But then there are moments when I’m sitting on my porch swing, admiring my quaint house, which I feel at peace.
 
 
I started moving my things over yesterday.

Seeing my things in the house has made a huge difference. They distract me from the chipping paint and the scratched floors.

I’m so excited to make the doll house mine. I took a bunch of “before” pictures with my camera and I will share them with you soon!

In the meantime, check out this picture I snapped of my backyard:
 
 
I can't wait to host a cookout, to soak in the hot tub over a glass of wine and to plant some cilantro...I think I'm going to like it here.

Happy Hump Day!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

My Safe Place

Have you ever felt overwhelmed with stress? Everything that can go wrong does. Work is a little more stressful than usual. Buying a new house is overwhelming; I’m stressed about moving, about finding a fridge that will fit in my 1920’s kitchen –a fridge that won’t break my little piggy bank. I got a speeding ticket then a couple of days later I shattered the glass on my iPhone. I have no idea of what to expect at closing…speaking of closing…it was supposed to happen yesterday but because the roofers were delayed, it has been pushed to Wednesday (tomorrow).

Last Friday I broke down. I had about all I could take. I’d been holding a lump in my throat all day that kept building and building. Late in the afternoon, my dad sent me a text message to see how I was doing. I lost all control. The lump in my throat exploded into hundreds of tears. I snuck out of my office and made my way to a hidden area outside. I called my dad and balled my eyes out.

In the past 24 years, I couldn’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve been in this place with my dad. He has been there for everything. Tears over divorce, tears over fights with my mother (whom I love dearly and couldn’t live without so please don’t be mad that I mentioned my dreadful teenage years on the internet), tears over broken hearts, tears over mean girls, tears over being homesick, and now…tears over the things I cannot control.

I am so lucky that God gave me a dad who lets me cry, a dad who makes me feel cherished, a dad who loves his children unconditionally. I know this is something rare. I know that I am lucky to have a dad like him.

I spent the weekend at home with my Dad. It was just what I needed. Today, my problems don’t seem as terrible as they did last week. We had so much fun by the pool, grilling out, sipping on one of his famous concoctions.
 

 

Dad, you are simply the best. You are my safe place. The place I go when I’m scared. The place I go to cry. The place I go to boast. The place I go to laugh. You mean so much to me…thank you for being you. I love you more than words can say. Happy Father’s Day. –Brittney

Thursday, June 13, 2013

The Doll House, an update!

Last time we spoke, the doll house had just gotten an inspection. Since then, it’s been somewhat of a nightmare.

After the inspection came the appraisal -it was easy peasy. Once the house was appraised, it was time to put on the new roof. This is where things got complicated.

I knew the house was going to need a roof before I put in an offer; this made things tricky during negotiations. Eventually, we agreed that the seller was responsible for the roof (he would pay the roofers after closing with the money he got from selling the house) …well the day the roofers were scheduled to start, the seller had a change of heart.

The seller, let’s call him Gary, decided that he didn’t want to be responsible for the new roof. He was worried that something might fall through during closing and he would be left with the bill. He told the roofers not to come and informed my realtor that the only way he would sell me the house was if I would sign a document stating that I would be responsible for the roof if something fell through during closing. Yikes! -Let me remind you that Gary is a “for sell by owner.” I bet this wouldn’t have happened if he had a realtor!

I was fit to be tied! He threatened to put the doll house back on the market if I refused to sign. I didn’t hesitate, I told him to put it back on the market. There was no way that I was going to be financially responsible for a roof on a house that I didn’t own.

Well I guess it was an empty threat because he immediately backed down. In the meantime, he’s wasted an entire day playing mind games with me.

The roofers weren’t happy, they have been extremely busy with all of the crazy storms we’ve been having. They weren’t able to come back for an entire week. Of course, this has pushed back closing.

Thank goodness they were able to squeeze us in! They started working on the roof yesterday and should be finished today!

I snapped a photo this morning on my way to work:
 

 
Our new closing date is Monday! Fingers crossed that Gary doesn’t cause me anymore grief!

To read the previous doll house posts, click on the links below.



Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Last Night, Tomorrow, This Week, Today.

This post is inspired by the Pioneer Woman.

Yesterday, I almost died at the gym. Our class was extra hard and I really thought it was going to kill me. I’m supposed to go back tonight but I’m still trying to come up with an excuse to skip out…something that doesn’t make me sound like a wuss…if you have any ideas please leave them in the comment section below. 

Last night, I got caught up on The Voice. I’m rooting for The Sawn Brother’s! I have to support my fellow Okies!

Is it just me or did Monday night seem like “country night?” I think the other teams are trying to get
some of Blake’s votes! I loved Amber Carrington’s performance, Crazy is one of my most favorite songs and she was wonderful. 

Tomorrow, we are having a pizza lunch at work. I. Love. Pizza. Also, I work with a wonderful team and it’s nice to spend time with them without having to talk about deadlines and graphics.

This week, my sister is in town. She is attending the Oklahoma Business Week camp where she is competing to earn scholarship money!

It’s time for the shameless plug: If you would like to help her chances, click here and “like” her team’s photo on Facebook.

She is the cutie in the black sweatshirt.
 
 

Today, I’m celebrating my 2 year blogging anniversary. Check out my very first post here. Honestly, I’m shocked it has been two years and I’m still doing this. When I started blogging it was a form of entertainment. I had just moved to a new town where I didn’t have any friends or family. I thought it was the perfect way to document a new chapter in my life. I absolutely love writing down my crazy stories and I am always elated when someone mentions that they read them!

I know I haven’t been blogging regularly but I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Sometimes I think about my future kiddos, I imagine them reading my stories. I want them to read about my life as a single career woman. I want them to be independent and ambitious, I want them to know that it is okay to be their own person; I want them to work hard and strive for success in everything they do. I want them to learn that it is okay to laugh at yourself.

Also, I wonder what it will be like to look back on this time in my life. When I am retired, how will it make me feel to read about my early twenties? Will my grandchildren read it?  I hope so.

I would give anything to read stories of my grandmother’s youth. I love hearing my poppa talk about his college days. Before my grandmother past, she told me about how she got my poppa to propose. I treasure those memories.

That’s what keeps me going. That’s what I think about when I’m uninspired. I know without a doubt that I will continue to jot down my stories, for they will be treasured by those not even created yet.

Thank you for all the support in the last two years! It has been so much fun for me and I am thrilled to have you here.

XOXO,
-Brittney