The Haggled Housewife Blog

I think to myself and out loud for that matter that this weeks post has to have a point.  Honest to you, if it does I am not necessarily sure what it is or how to really make it with my writing.  For the sake of writing a weekly post I will try my best.  As you can see I am figuratively and literally all over the place this week.  One thing I know for sure is I no longer live by law in The Haggled House anymore.  We handed in the keys on Friday and this weekend marks the first in the TLC house.  The closing  actually appeared to all in attendance as uneventful …since we had given our lawyer power of attorney so Gary could work during the actual day of the closing …so I didn’t have to sit with SISSY in a big room filled with GUS stuff just a little room with my lawyer, Gary and our Real Estate Lady.  Although I am still not so familiar with GUS stuff…. I understood and was well aware that I signed my home away… during the closing… ( my old life per say) unfortunately out of necessity… and as scary as worrying about money has been for the past two years has been, signing my home away was just as scary and sad.  I had a sick feeling in my stomach when I signed and a  slight phony smile on my face. 

 I think sometimes in everybody’s  life..they just don’t know what to do …. every option really doesn’t seem right…but doing nothing  just isn’t right…so they try a bunch of different things…  because the know they need to do something … and wait and see what happens…. and then finally when something finally happens they  need to brave, strong and smart (although you don’t necessarily feel you are being any of those things) do what they think  or really  need to do and keep their fingers and toes crossed that everything will be okay.  (Well that’s where I am right now….) (fingers and toes crossed and still scared)

In the end… I left SISSY a beer in the fridge with a handwritten note attached to it.  I wrote in my messy script…”Sissy”…”We leave you this beer and our best wishes for a lifetime of hope and happiness in this house.”  “We want you to enjoy living and loving  in it as much as we did.”   Fondly, The Meyers ( short and sweet and to the point) (The actual idea came to me when I was scrubbing out the fridge for her.)  There was a half a stick of  butter,  2 quarts of lime juice, an icee pop and a leftover beer left inside the fridge)  So I went with the beer…. thinking she would like that the best….(GOOD CHOICE ..RIGHT? ….)  instead of Cobey’s left over cherry icee pop…(wink,wink) I was proud of myself…not only that I cared enough to scrub out the fridge for her but that in the end I left love in the house…

I would be lying to you if I didn’t say…I wasn’t homesick…. this week for the HAGGLED HOUSE  ( I still struggle with the emotions I am feeling…regret… remorse…. sadness…shame…. unfamiliarity…..surprise..shock…guilt…grief )( IT is probably just plain shallowness)  I really can’t use one word to sum it up but if I had to it would be homesick….)For what I don’t necessarily know..(you know I don’t like to lie and I keep pretending I am not) but honest….. I do miss my familiar surroundings…my pool, my hot tub, my waterfall, my bathtub, my office, my luscious lawn, my granite counter tops ( oh…okay we didn’t have granite counter tops) but I definitely miss my microwave.  (We are finally buying one today….) (so maybe that will soften the weight on my toe of the other murky material possessions I am painfully pining over …..)

Truthfully…. this week the  TLC house, although spacious, looks dumb and different to me.  My stupid stuff, although it is mine, looks ill fitting inside of it… (How mature can I really be) and this week I am for sure crabby and cranky towards Goon Gary.  – this week I am definitely playing the blame game….and I continuous think to myself and out loud to Goober Gary….”You must be completely crazy to think you can shine this spot up and make it sparkle” …”It is just too much and a bit overwhelming…. for a Haggled Housewife like me”…. I shout as I unpack box number 102.  Even the Verizon guy agreed with me… on the too much and overwhelming part…  as he had a monsoon marathon day of twelve hours…..( there were wires everywhere)  the dryer guy also agreed (Yep…you read right our dryer conked out after the  second day of being here) ( Our washer conked out the last week at the Haggled House as well….) (whats with me and the appliances…..) After I and Sue spent a half a day stenciling a silly saying on my “new” kitchen walls..the dryer guy said…. “look…… someone wrote all over the walls with magic marker” and these colors …”If I was the landlord someone would have to pay for that..” I swore after that I cried for an hour… big droopy tears and little drippy tears (I guess ketchup and mustard colors aren’t for everyone) When Kayla asked me what was wrong…she started laughing…she thought that was the funniest comment she had ever heard.

Thinking, working, painting, organizing, unpacking, decorating?(wink,wink), crying, laughing and drinking (coffee) as well as (wine) …(my coffee and wine bar are finished for that matter ) will continue for sure this week…into next… and honest  I am making a little leeway I only missed the turn to get home twice this week and I was invited to the block party on my street  Saturday…. finally something “new” to haggle about….rather than my  homesickness…(LCL)

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