bed shopping. and hopping.

Casey and I have been slooooooowly furnishing our house since we moved in a few months ago.  Coming from a background of small apartments + moving to everywhere all the time, we have a hodge-podge of next to nothing when it comes to furniture.  A nightstand from high school that has stains on it from sticking my gum to it, an old chair from the in-laws that has no springs and is far too uncomfortable for any human to sit on (but Gus loves it), a couch we bought for $75 from my old orthodontist boss… we are basically the Brad & Angelina of adopting furniture.  Give us furniture and we will show it the world!   Yah so, our house is still pretty echo-y.  Lots to buy.  Lots. to. buy.

But last week we made a total big kid furniture purchase.  Drumroll please….. a king-sized bed!  :: pause to do the carlton dance ::

You’d think that lay-testing (??) beds would be a dream job, but it was actually kind of a lot of work and made me very tired.  Go figure.  Wouldn’t life be grand if you could just go to a bed store and lay down and mattreses would swap out underneath you?  Instead of bed-hopping and forgetting if this one was more comfortable than that one but I forgot what that one felt like and that other one is cheaper but is it just as comfortable.. yadda yadda yadda.  Sigh… middle-class problems.  (speaking of which, have you seen this?  It’s amazing.)

We somehow made it through the process though… and after multiple bed store trips and two point five hours at a Sleep Country with our new best friend, salesman Jim, we found our new Sealy.  And you guys?  It’s so pretty.  It’s like we’re staying at the Ritz every night (that’s just a guess, the closest I’ve ever gotten to a Ritz is a cracker).  And by every night, I mean Friday night.  Because that’s the only night we’ve slept in it so far.  Casey’s family is visiting this week (post on that coming soon!) and we, being the amazing awesome kids that we are, gave up our beautiful new Ritz bed to Casey’s parents.  It’s definitely high-time that our parents stop sleeping on our air mattress.  They’ve been troopers for far too long.  I don’t know if it’s harder for us to give up our bed or harder for them to accept it but either way, we’re so happy to do it because we’ll have plenty of chances to faceplant into that bad boy over the next hundred years.  That’s how long it’ll take to pay it off, anyways.

So now we need a name for our new bed.  Cuz that’s what you do when you’re an adult and buy nice furniture, you name it.  Maybe “The Ritz”?  For obvious reasons.  Or “Your Mom”?  Because that joke never gets old.  Or probably just “The Place I Watch a Lot of Pretty Little Liars”.  Because.

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our house, is a very very very fine house.

At long last, I bring you a few pictures of our new house.  And by a few pictures, I literally mean 3.  And by “new house”, I mean our new-to-us, 115 year-old house.  Clarifications aside, we’re loving our sweet little abode.  And regardless of the size, anything more than three total rooms feels like a castle to us.  At least once a day Casey and I have a “where ARE you?” moment when we can’t find each other.  Which is a crazy thing when we’re used to only having two rooms between the two of us.  Because you know apartments: nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.  But here in this house there are so many nooks and crannies to hide.

Let’s be honest though, it is an old ass house. So tucked into those nooks are bugs… and piled up in the crannies is dust.  Our garage is about one stiff breeze away from crumpling to the ground and we’re not quite sure what we’ll find if we ever buy a ladder tall enough to get us into our attic. (I could get on board with a friendly ghost though, as long as he looks like Devon Sawa circa 1995)

Our house definitely has it’s issues but that’s what makes it special.  All those flies? They’re our flies.  All all that dust?  That’s ours too.   And our (soon to be) garage rubble?  That’s gonna be killer firewood for the firepit we built a few weeks ago. S’mores for everyone!  (Sidenote: we’ve made s’mores 4 nights in a row.  Good thing we have extra space in this house because I’m going to need it for all my fat pants.)  I’m so excited to see what kind of shenanigans we get into in this house.  It’s gonna be friggen’ sweet.

So here are a few photos.  We still need to furnish 95% of the house and there is nothing hung on the walls and and and…

Whatever. Take a peek.  Also, come hang out with us everyone – and bring a fly swatter!

[ Living room : my favorite room. ]

[ Dining room : + Casey + Gus + peek into our kitchen ]

I will follow up with more pics of the rest of the house.  Maybe let’s do this two rooms at a time? Because honestly people, it’s a miracle if two rooms are clean at the same time so…

And in honor of TBT, here’s one more pic of the day that changed our lives.  Signing the dotted line for our very first home.

[ Larry Byrd was kind enough to make an appearance at our paper signing. ]

this week, nbd.

Crikey!  The level of stuff going on in life has reached an all time high.  So much stuff.  So many stuffs.  Too much stuffing.

For starters, we move into our sweet NEW HOUSE on Friday.  And we couldn’t be more excited! Like I mentioned last week, I’ve been a little nervous about talking about it until it was 100% confirmed.  But last Thursday our loan was finalized.  We have yet to sign the papers, but that should be happening in the next 24 hours.  So.  We have a house.  We move in in 3 days.  In other words: WHAT.

Can I just take a second to talk about how amazing the house buying process is?  I mean, how cool is it that you really don’t know for sure if you have a house until a week before you’re supposed to move in?  Talk about funsies!  I’m totally kidding, of course.  House buying can suck it.  Luckily we have a kick ace realtor who totally held our hands through the whole process.

I shouldn’t complain, because a HOUSE!  Gus cannot wait to have a backyard to run around in. And I cannot wait to have a spot to plant my brussel sprout.  And two bathrooms (am i right girls?)  And no shared walls.  And a dining room that isn’t our couch.  And a doormat…. preferably the one that says “Hi. I’m Mat.”  So many things.  Gah!  I can’t wait.

On top of that small life change, I’ve also quit my current job and accepted a new one at another ad agency.  The new agency is the Everest of ad agencies.  It’s a place I read about in college and never dreamt I’d get a chance to work at as a big kid.  I’m basically freaking out in all possible ways – excitement, nervousness, disbelief, hunger….  It’s all happening.  I feel like Maya Rudolph in Bridesmaids, when she’s waddling across the street in the wedding dress.  But instead of poo-ing myself, I just have diarrhea of the emotions.

So basically, in two weeks our life will be flipped turned upside down, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air style.  My brain is shot, my nerves are fried and I have a constant headache just north of my unibrow.  But I seriously couldn’t be more excited…

Now, please send me all your boxes and your money because I’m moving and I need to buy some STUFF!

house huntin’.

Who asked that guy?

In case I haven’t mentioned it, the hubs and I are looking into buying our first home.  Which is so very exciting.  But also so very scary.  The whole situation makes me feel like Jessie Spano.

Anyway, a few weeks back I found myself super bored at work and wound up on the HGTV House Hunters website.  Long story short, I submitted us and we are now being considered for the show.  We have a few hoops to jump through, but how cool would that be?  We could be celebretards!  Then I could finally rub elbows with people like the Olsen Twins and Pauly Shore.

However!  According to Casey, it “doesn’t sound that fun”.

…????….

I mean I know it’s a long shot, but come on!

My favorite part is at the end when the two people tell each other which place they liked the most, as if they haven’t discussed it prior to being on camera and it’s news to both of them.  “Which house do you like best? #2? Me too! Oh I’m so relieved!”  Duh guys, you obviously talked about it before you got on camera.  Can you imagine if you really had to keep it from each other until that very moment and you actually wanted two different houses?  Now that would be some reality TV.