My heart bleeded, girl

Didn't watch SPN tonight. I was too busy with Dancing With the Stars, and also, I've become somewhat unhealthily addicted to reruns of the Big Bang Theory, which are on at all times, even more than Law and Order.

Hockey, haha. The Pens are eye-rollingly goofy, the Blackhawks are amazing, and what is there to say about the Jackets? How does a team lose 7-0 to the Oilers and then beat the Leafs 6-0? They're not much more inconsistent than the rest of the Metropolitan, though, which keeps a tiny sliver of hope alive.

I think I'm placing way more faith in various weather reporters than they deserve. My plan is - and has been all along, which is why I'm sticking to it - to leave for the drive to C-bus tomorrow around noon. The weather is moving east and I'll be driving west. The rain we currently have that is melting the snow we had earlier is supposed to change to snow around 1am, and then back to rain and then stop around noonish.

Let's hope.

Thanksgiving is at Erin and Nic's. I already made an apple pie and the stuffing, per Nic's orders. I haven't talked to Erin in a few days, so I have no idea how stressed she is. Ash is also arriving tomorrow afternoon, and she and I are going to the Blue Jackets game tomorrow night. She and I are doing a 5 mile Turkey Trot Thursday morning, and we have to pick up our race packets by 4pm tomorrow, so I hope she's willing to do that if she gets there first. She's not always real cooperative about things like that. I'm trying to get two cars over here in Pgh while Adam and Kae are here, which means Larry needs a ride to Pgh for Christmas. I want her to do it, but she wants to drive to Cbus and hitch a ride with someone else to Pgh because she doesn't want to put miles on her car. I have no idea what that's all about, but she was very cranky about it last time we talked. She's not at all impressed that her brother's coming all the way from Japan and might need a car while he's here.

But I'm really looking forward to seeing her. It's been longer than I like it to be.

She says she'll come visit us a lot next summer, because the house we decided to buy has a pool. Larry is terrified of it on so many levels, but I told him if he lets me get a house with a pool, I'll let him work at OSU as long as he wants and won't make him retire and take me to Florida. I never, ever expected to say something like that to the man who's been moaning about wanting to retire since he was 30 years old.

So, yeah, we found a house, negotiated back and forth a lot, (the other morning there was an email from Larry saying that we were a couple of thousand dollars apart and therefore "negotiations are over. We'll keep looking." About a house it took us a long time and lots of discussion to decide to buy. It's a good thing we were in separate cities, because I wanted to murder him. This is hard enough, don't jerk me around like that.) and finally settled on a price. I think we're going to close the end of December, as long as the POOL OMG checks out. The owners aren't any more ready to move than we are, so they're going to rent the house from us for a least a month. I'm going to need a lot longer than that, I have news for everybody.

I think it was time, and I think it's going to be okay. There's going to be a grandkid in C-bus. I'm good with it, really. That in no way means this is going to be easy, either logistically or emotionally. I may indeed murder Larry before it's over.

If the contractor who is going to re-do three of our bathrooms, and also the guy who's going to re-finish our floors, would CALL ME BACK it would be nice. Our two furnaces and two AC units are 19-21 years old. Both realtors we've talked to so far say if they work, leave them alone. The guy who came to give me an estimate on replacing them - $14k - is interested in buying my fish tank, so I have to find a way to call him and say, hey, we're not buying any furnaces, but do you still want my fish tank?

I've been trying to put an ad for the tank in our local Pennysaver, but it keeps telling me I can't place an ad unless I enable cookies, which are already enabled. I'm not sure how to do something that's already done.

Our C-bus realtor sent me TWELVE pages of a contract yesterday that I had to sign and send back to her AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. (She and Larry are keeping each other in a state of excitement that I'm very happy not to be around.) Larry's printer isn't working, so I forwarded it to Lois, she printed it and brought it over, I signed it, and then spent over an hour this morning trying to scan and send it. Larry's computer had to be restarted twice before it would do anything but look at me with that damn hourglass. Then the printer/scanner just sat there making noise but not scanning, while every time I restarted it, McAfee wanted to scan it for viruses because it was a strange mobile device. Then it finally scanned the pages, but they weren't anywhere on the hard drive to be found, even though it every specifically told me where it was putting them. So I scanned again, found them that time, and sent them to Annelise. I hate his computer with all my heart and soul. It's evil.

Anyway, my apologies, this post has all been some kind of stream-of-consciousness tip of the stress iceberg venting. I'm trying to keep a handle on my emotional state and not get too overwhelmed. One day at a time and all that. There may be some stress-eating going on. My dinner tonight consisted of cinnamon pop tarts and beef jerky, so I think I need to concentrate on at least eating real food instead of saying I DON'T HAVE TIME TO COOK, I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYBODY. STAY SAFE.

::backs away from capslock::

FOR NOW