Archive for February 18th, 2005


The Key Is Ready

weee! Many hours early! which is very cool.

and we need paint.

I changed our address with the post office.

So this is probably my last post till the computers are moved. Internet is going down this afternoon sometime and will be reconnected at the new house tomorrow. The computers however will not be moved till Monday I believe. So yeh. Be good ya’ll. See ya from the flipside.

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So we just got back from the house, we’re about to head to the paint store and hardware store. We have a bit more than we expected to do. We are going to have to repaint 2 walls of the living room, patch some cracks in the paint (not walls though thank god). Replace some light switch plates to match, and paint the insides of the closets :\ Bevie they painted the inside of your closet PINK.. the whole thing.. Is pink. It goes wellw ith the purple room paint. Oh and the mailbox is broken*L*

what could possibly go wrong?

Tonight, we had some excitement. To sum up.

We’re buying a house (in case you’ve been under a rock and not reading my site). Like TOMORROW-panics- So, what could be worse than oh say the house burning down, me or K getting hit by a bus, or the bank going bankrupt? How about, our block heater plug CATCHING ON FIRE.. That’s right folks. Catching on fire. Luckily our den window over looks the parking lot, right at our car. K looked out the window because he thought he saw someone waving a flashlight around and was like no that’s too bright to be a flashlight. So we get up and look out the window and fancy that.. the freaking plug going to the block heater plug is arching, and blazing with fire. He threw his shoes on, grabbed my keys, and somehow was down 6 flights of stairs and to the garage door in under 30 seconds. By the time he reached the door, the light had stopped. I watched from the window, just absolutely certain the car was about to explode. It was some of the most tense moments of my life. I was nearly in tears, I was shouting at K to be careful though the window. Our neighbours probably think I’m crazy.

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