Painting is half way done! The stats thus far:
Breakfast nook: “summer lily” (looks orange to me, everyone says it’s yellow. the color of happy and joy and sun)
verdict: I love it! It’s so sunny! I didn’t think it was possible to love that damn breakfast nook anymore than I did, but I do!
Living room, 2 walls out of 3: “Amsterdam” (really sunny blue, zero grey undertones)
verdict: it’s BRIGHT and I like it a lot! I was going to go with a soft taupe and then a darker soft taupe for the third wall, but Rob wanted blue. Since I wasn’t completely sold on the idea, I asked Jen, who seconded the blue, and thus it is blue. I’m glad I don’t have a taupe living room.
Bedroom: “emerald isle” (super green green, the color of a Starbucks apron… I didn’t do that on purpose, I just noticed at work today that my fingernails, which are hopelessly stained, matched my uniform)
verdict: hmmm. It’s REALLY effing green. I love the color itself (it’s inspired, actually, by the color of the old, ratty tee shirt I took out of my mother’s rag bag and insist on wearing.) There’s just a LOT of “GREEN!” it in our tiny bedroom. I’ll need to see it with curtains to really know… and if I still don’t like it, ultimately it’s only two hours of work and twenty bucks worth of paint wasted. I’ll live. (Although it should be noted that it’s mostly JEN’S two hours of work… she took over finishing the room as Stu and I got started on the breakfast nook.)
Next to paint: Rob’s office and the third wall in the living room, as well as taking all the left over paint and painting the staircase going downstairs. I insist on having a fun basement!
EDIT: Rob’s mother’s friend gave us the towels she bought, making it our first official gift! Yay!
The best part of having a registery online is you can see what people have bought you already… and we have some towels purchased! I’m so excited! It was what I was hoping to get first, towels and dishes.
I’m so happy! The colors for paint are finally settled (except the bedroom) and my mom and I have cleaned the hell out of the place. She went with me to pick up all these cleaning supplies and we’ve been scrubbing top to bottom! It smells nice.
Thanks to Jen for helping me settle on colors. Rob and I were in a stalemate over a blue, and she took his side and talked me into it, which I’m now happy about. It’ll be pretty!
I’m sorry, I don’t make any coherant sense… I’m just so happy!
I left my camera at the house, but pics soon, I promise!
Right after I made the rule “No going on the roof to clean the gutters while I’m not there”, someone “forgot” and climbed up anyway while at the house alone. I made this rule because the last thing I need is Rob falling off the roof and slowly bleeding to death in the backyard, because seriously, he’s not the most graceful person in the world and him falling to his demise is entirely possible. Then, if he dies, who the hell else is going to marry me? NO ONE!
He called me in the apartment while I was taking my usual post-opening shift nap. I had passed out on top of the covers; I was going to climb in but I fell asleep before I finished. That’s how tired I was, and how UN-ethused I was about getting up before I was through sleeping.
I mumbled a hello into the phone and got: “Um, I know you said that I shouldn’t go on the roof when you weren’t around, but I forgot, and now I can’t get down because of where the ladder is, so can you come over and move it for me and we don’t ever have to talk about this ever again and I love you so much, you’ll come right? … Honey?”
“What? Ugh. You seriously can’t get down by yourself?”
“No. And I’m really scared. Please just come. I tried everything before I called you.”
So I got up and threw on my flip flops and got half-way to my car before I turned around and grabbed my camera.
Monday morning at 8:30 we did a final walk-through of the house. Everything was as it should be, so we headed over to the lawyers office. It was papers papers papers, signing signing signing, and then, THEN, I had a brand new shiny key in my hand!
Rob, who up until this point had absolutely refused to get the least bit excited before all papers were signed, grinned and got giddy which is really cute. We walked out into the parking lot, and I burst into tears, because WE HAVE A HOME! With a YARD! A nice big living room! Did I mention the breakfast nook?! Cause there’s a breakfast nook! Rob did the thing he does when we’re both really happy: he squished my head against his chest and we both cracked up and hugged each other, and caused a bit of a scene, and his mother rolled her eyes at both of us. But whatever! We’re homeowners! Mazel Tov to us!
Jen and Micah came over and the guys talked about manly things while Jen and I danced in the middle of the living room. (It was the new house dance.)
In the past three days one or both of us has been to Home Depot seven times. SEVEN! This is about six trips too many. I’ve collected dozens of paint chips and spread them out over the table. Out of all the decorating decisions we’ll have to make, color is going to be the most important. I’m REALLY picky about color. I would love something and he would hate it, and then vice versa. We settled on one combo, and then I decided I hated it, so we switched it around and I loved it for about five minutes, and then I hated it. And on and on. I think, though, we’ve finally SETTLED, but I need to confirm with Jen. Because even though I’m sure, now, that this is IT, the final color combo, and I’m not going to bug my fiance by changing it again, I might change my mind anyhow.
And then maybe one more time.
We put up our brand new mezuzah first thing, because you can’t put anything in the house without having it up. It’s a little container that holds a scroll with a blessing for the home written in Hebrew. I translated the blessing into English and put THAT on a scroll and tucked it into the mezuzah, too, which isn’t very traditional, but it was meaningful to me.
I already started to pack because I’m really excited. And we can start putting our stuff in the house as soon as the painting is done! We used to be a peaceful couple until we started discussing paint chips. (And really, my ideas are better so he’ll just have to learn to deal with them. All of them. So there.)
I even packed stuff from our kitchen into three or four huge boxes and was very satisfied with my work until Rob pointed out that we still have to eat. Well, whatever Mr. Killjoy! We’re moving into a new house and damnit! I’m packing everything we don’t need ASAP. (Ok, I’ve actually had to take a few things out that I ended up needing. Don’t worry, though, I left everything in the fridge).
So there is my ginormous stack of boxes waiting to be moved. Yay!
We moved our closing date to the 22nd.
We’ll be homeowners in six days!
The move in party is June 3; it’s beer and pizza and friends and you (yes, you… YOU!) are welcome to show up and help with any and all big-ass motor vehicles that you might own. We figured pizza and beer for friends would be cheaper and way more fun than hiring movers (and I hate having strangers touch my stuff). Keep your fingers crossed for no rain.
And let’s just look at the leap I’ve made in living spaces in the past 365 days, shall we?
Windowless basement laundry room with 1. mold 2. spiders and 3. roommate named Butch
a crappy apartment with crazy roommates and neighbors in semi-ghetto
better, rent-free apartment in non-ghetto with my kind-of-but-not-really boyfriend
house with painatable walls (!!!) and yard (!!!) and dog (!!!) and breakfast nook (!!!!!) with world’s sexiest future husband.
Tuesday night I was so stuffy I ended up mouth breathing all night (gross, I know) which resulted in my tounge getting all dried out. It feels like a burn, and it still isn’t gone. Wednesday afternoon my register at work made a total of $666. I got home and Rob came home a little while later; he had gotten into a car accident. A friend of ours got into a car accident, too. For dinner that night, I went to make cornbread and cracked an egg; there was a blood spot in it, which is considered to be a very bad omen. I threw it all away. Rob and I got into a fight, and we never fight.
Thursday we had tickets to the Yankees Red Sox game, and Hideki Matsui broke his wrist in the first inning. He’ll be out for a while, quite possibly the entire season. And really, one of my favorite parts of Yankee games is when he hits the ball and everyone cheers “HIT-deki!”
The guys behind me in the stadium spilled beer into my shoe in the third inning, and splashed beer into my hair in the sixth. It started to rain and got cold, and the Yankees lost.
This morning on my way to work my car stalled in a huge puddle, and a woman going way too fast almost hit me. She swerved around me and flipped me off. When I finally got to work (late), one of my first customers ordered a decaf coffee. I informed him that we were brewing decaf coffee, and it would just be three minutes until it was done. He got really mad at me as I tried to explained I could give him something else, and just snapped at me, “Hurry up!” The rest of the baristas behind the counter were stunned… and of course then we all took our time on purpose.
I’m off to bed.
EDIT: I forgot the worst part! After the game I got into bed and almost immediately I felt a sting on my upper left arm. Rob heard me moan and asked what was wrong. I told him and he got up to flick on the light. Upon closer inspection we found two tiny bleeding specks on my arm, really close together, with a red welt swelling around it. Spider! In my bed! BITING ME ON THE ARM!!!!!
I have a diamond!!!!!!!!111!!!11one!
We close on the 25th of May!!!!!!!!111!!!11one!