We are slowly packing up and moving each time we visit Tulsa. This is wonderful because I get the chance to weed through our stuff and choose what we keep and what we give away. I'm very excited to slim down our possessions. Though our house is about the same square footage as the condo we've been renting, there is less storage space. However, there are infinitely more windows, probably because the side walls are not shared with neighbors. Windows would be awkward in our current situation.
The old owners are finishing the repairs, we are getting in on Saturday to measure the rooms so we can make decorating plans, and we close in five days.
Also, I have a job interview Monday morning. I think they're still hesitant to wait until June for someone to start. So, here's hoping I blow them away so they know it will be worth the wait!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Severely Awake
I can't decide why I'm more on edge right now. It was either finally seeing I Am Legend or the double shot of espresso in my free (that's right - free) coffee I drank at 9:30. Either way, I am severely awake and Josh and I are going to watch Juno now because we can't go to sleep after all that.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Angry Peppers?
I was making menu selections for a seminar my boss is having at Deep Fork Grill next week, and I noticed that one option is Angry Peppers stuffed with cheese and tossed with penne.
Can anyone tell me what an Angry Pepper is? What makes it different from another pepper? Why is it angry?
Oh the mysteries of life...
Can anyone tell me what an Angry Pepper is? What makes it different from another pepper? Why is it angry?
Oh the mysteries of life...
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Much Better Now
After that self-indulgence of the last blog, I am going to tell you about all of the things that are going right.
1. The Crawfish Boil is next weekend
2. My mom sent me a birthday/easter package that should get here soon
3. We bought cheeeeaaaaap tickets to Oregon with the Ibanez-es!
4. We had an offer on a house accepted!
Okay, time for some elaboration on #4. We offered pretty low on the house and were quite surprised when he accepted. I will not post pictures or anything until after the inspections just so everyone does not get their hopes up. (But so far everything looks great, and the kitchen is my dream come true!) Seriously, don't get your hopes up. (But it has everything we want, and potential to make improvements for a better sell!) I don't want anyone to be disappointed. (It's awesome).
I just need a job for Tulsa so we can pay for this house once we're in it. I hope it comes soon, I am getting antsy!
1. The Crawfish Boil is next weekend
2. My mom sent me a birthday/easter package that should get here soon
3. We bought cheeeeaaaaap tickets to Oregon with the Ibanez-es!
4. We had an offer on a house accepted!
Okay, time for some elaboration on #4. We offered pretty low on the house and were quite surprised when he accepted. I will not post pictures or anything until after the inspections just so everyone does not get their hopes up. (But so far everything looks great, and the kitchen is my dream come true!) Seriously, don't get your hopes up. (But it has everything we want, and potential to make improvements for a better sell!) I don't want anyone to be disappointed. (It's awesome).
I just need a job for Tulsa so we can pay for this house once we're in it. I hope it comes soon, I am getting antsy!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
So Far, So Slim
We have two searches going on right now, and the results of both are less than satisfactory.
1. Buying a house or finding a reasonable rental. Our budget appears to be just slightly too low, but its our limit, so there's little we can do about it. We had an unfortunately lengthy offering/counteroffering/rejection process with a house in foreclosure. And now we don't know when our next trip to Tulsa will be to look at more options. I'm still hopeful. I secretly (well, not so secretly) want one of those supercute 1930's houses downtown.
2. Securing employment. I have sent out close to 20 resumes and letters with little to no response. Granted, I am asking people to commit to hire me and then to wait 12 weeks until I move to Tulsa. So, I'm expecting the search to pick up as we get closer to relocating. I'm sure a better timeline will make me more appealing.
This has been kind of a downer week as we remain busy, deal with people showing up at our place to fix up the condo for the new owners, and still try to figure out all of the above. We need something to work out right so that our spirits are lifted. Either that or we'll need to take a break from being adults sometime next week.
1. Buying a house or finding a reasonable rental. Our budget appears to be just slightly too low, but its our limit, so there's little we can do about it. We had an unfortunately lengthy offering/counteroffering/rejection process with a house in foreclosure. And now we don't know when our next trip to Tulsa will be to look at more options. I'm still hopeful. I secretly (well, not so secretly) want one of those supercute 1930's houses downtown.
2. Securing employment. I have sent out close to 20 resumes and letters with little to no response. Granted, I am asking people to commit to hire me and then to wait 12 weeks until I move to Tulsa. So, I'm expecting the search to pick up as we get closer to relocating. I'm sure a better timeline will make me more appealing.
This has been kind of a downer week as we remain busy, deal with people showing up at our place to fix up the condo for the new owners, and still try to figure out all of the above. We need something to work out right so that our spirits are lifted. Either that or we'll need to take a break from being adults sometime next week.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Friday?
This precious little old woman came by the office today. She had an appointment at the salon next door, but when she knocked, no one answered. So, we let her wait with us. I got her coffee and a cookie and we chatted about teaching and about being 90. She was here for maybe 10 minutes before she mentioned that today was Friday the 7th. It took some convincing, I had to repeat myself a few times, but she now knows it's Thursday.
She said, "Well, at least it was a nice morning. I made some new friends," and went back home. I guess I'll see her tomorrow morning, too.
She said, "Well, at least it was a nice morning. I made some new friends," and went back home. I guess I'll see her tomorrow morning, too.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Buster
I was thinking about my Granpa today and thought everyone should hear about him because he was awesome.
Awesome thing Number One: His name was Buster.
Awesome thing Number Two: He was 5'3" and my grandma was 5'9" (6' with the heels she always wore).
Awesome thing Number Three: He was in a street gang in the late 1920s in Portland. Their name? The Albina Toughs (they lived on Albina Street). Their activities? Singing on street corners.
Awesome thing Number Four: He was a lifelong fisherman and had a fish rival, a huge bass in the Willamette he called "Washtub Charlie" and almost caught a few times, but never reeled all the way in. This story was written up in the Oregonian as one of Portland's old timey treasures.
When he was a baby, his mother got sick and couldn't take care of her children. They didn't think she would make it, so his older brothers were sent to a boys home and he was given to a neighbor family that didn't have any children. They agreed to take him under the condition that he never be told he wasn't their biological son. He grew up playing with his brothers, but not knowing who they were. When he was in his twenties, an elderly lady he was driving home asked him how his brothers were - and when he responded that he was an only child, she said "Oh, you never found out?" She took him to meet his mother (from whom I derive my red hair), sister, and brothers that night.
He lived for 90 years in the Portland-metro area and had tons of pictures of the city through most of the 20th century. He had stories of everything from seeing silent movies downtown to hunting in Central Oregon to being in the Coast Guard during WWII (he was too short to be let in any other branch). He was pretty much fantastic and I'm kind of sad my kids won't be able to hear the story we heard every Christmas about the big Italian family that took him in for dinner one night during the war. Their table was so long, they threw the loaf bread down it like a football instead of passing it from hand to hand apparently.
I know this was long, but I love these stories, thanks for reminiscing with me!
Awesome thing Number One: His name was Buster.
Awesome thing Number Two: He was 5'3" and my grandma was 5'9" (6' with the heels she always wore).
Awesome thing Number Three: He was in a street gang in the late 1920s in Portland. Their name? The Albina Toughs (they lived on Albina Street). Their activities? Singing on street corners.
Awesome thing Number Four: He was a lifelong fisherman and had a fish rival, a huge bass in the Willamette he called "Washtub Charlie" and almost caught a few times, but never reeled all the way in. This story was written up in the Oregonian as one of Portland's old timey treasures.
When he was a baby, his mother got sick and couldn't take care of her children. They didn't think she would make it, so his older brothers were sent to a boys home and he was given to a neighbor family that didn't have any children. They agreed to take him under the condition that he never be told he wasn't their biological son. He grew up playing with his brothers, but not knowing who they were. When he was in his twenties, an elderly lady he was driving home asked him how his brothers were - and when he responded that he was an only child, she said "Oh, you never found out?" She took him to meet his mother (from whom I derive my red hair), sister, and brothers that night.
He lived for 90 years in the Portland-metro area and had tons of pictures of the city through most of the 20th century. He had stories of everything from seeing silent movies downtown to hunting in Central Oregon to being in the Coast Guard during WWII (he was too short to be let in any other branch). He was pretty much fantastic and I'm kind of sad my kids won't be able to hear the story we heard every Christmas about the big Italian family that took him in for dinner one night during the war. Their table was so long, they threw the loaf bread down it like a football instead of passing it from hand to hand apparently.
I know this was long, but I love these stories, thanks for reminiscing with me!
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