AKA: T$

My kid is so cool.

(Side note before I get started:  I REALLY don't like using the word "kid", because yes, Mrs. Haensch, I know it is a baby goat.  A lot of people might not know that.  So, cut me some slack.  This is creative writing over here).

Titan, AKA, T$.  Yep, sometimes people call Titan : T money.  (Thanks, Uncle Mike!).  When he's not throwing ferocious tantrums or giving me attitude that makes me want to rip my hair out, he's actually pretty cool.  I'm talking cool like...I let him wear his sun glasses to school in the morning.  Cool like... the other day two little girls chased him out of the classroom for hugs, he wouldn't give hugs, and one little girl cried!  Not that making little girls cry is cool... but seriously, what a freakin' heart breaker!

The way his mind works, those creative juices, kinda blow my mind sometimes.  This weekend I did my best attempt to teach him how to rap.  It was the best part of my weekend, dancing around the living room listening to some 90's hip hop classics.  Ronan on my hip... Titan doing his thang (which involves somersaults, weird bopping around motions, ninja kicks.. ya know, what it looks like when most white people try to dance). 

So I taught him this:

I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a '64 Impala

 

I'd upload the video, but 1) I don't know how! 2) Meehhh, not sure I want my baby blowing up all over the internet? But, hey, maybe it'd get me a guest spot on Ellen?

 

FML? Really?

In a world where tragedies exist every day, where babies are born sick, where loved ones are taken too early... why is everyone so down on their own lives?  Why isn't everyone just appreciative of the blessings they have in front of them?

I despise the phrase, "FML".  For those of you who might not know what that stands for (because I seriously didn't and had to look it up!), it means "f*!* my life".  What a harsh, little 3 letter phrase!  Someone told me today that the phrase is supposed to be "funny".  Well, I don't get it.

You don't have to scroll down too far on your Facebook news feed to find someone being completely over dramatic about an irrelevant situation:

"FML!!!  I'm having a bad hair day!"
"FML!!!  It took me an extra minute to find matching socks today!"
"FML!!! Someone didn't use a turn signal!"

Yes, I am mocking you!  Yes, you!  General public!

When I start to feel sorry for myself for whatever reason, I try and remember all the positive things going on in my life.  LIFE COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE!

People have REAL issues.  The fact that my *almost* 4 year old throws tantrums?  Not a real issue... although it is nice to vent about it :)  The fact that we've been looking for a house and haven't found one yet?  Not a real issue.  I have a friend that is sick, a friend who's baby is sick, a friend who's husband is sick, and friends who are just trying to keep their heads above water.  Who am I to complain about ANYTHING?!  

You'll never be granted greatness in life without appreciating the little things first.  The more blessings you count, the more blessings you'll realize you have.

So, general public, put on your big girl panties and just deal with it.  And stop saying "FML".

End rant.

House Hunting: Phase One

Where are the Property Brothers, the Kitchen Cousins, the House Hunters?  Not here.  And I know this because I check the HGTV website ALL. THE. TIME.

Mark and I started house hunting in September 2012.  We rushed around to send in all the paperwork needed in order to be approved for a loan.  We searched the internet, scheduled showings, got approved, found houses we liked... found houses we didn't like.  Found more houses we didn't like.  And more houses.

I kinda of think that HGTV has ruined my sense of reality when it comes to finding a home.  Where's my inexpensive "steal" of a house with a spa tub in the master bath and the butler's pantry in the kitchen?  I suppose that I could probably find the "perfect" house, but like I said, I want it to be a "steal".  We've looked at some "steals"... so ask me how that went....?

Steal #1: Huge reddish, brown stain in the middle of the living room.  Seriously, what happened here?  It looked like an animal had been sacrificed!
Steal #2: Basement.was.horrifying.  "Nuff said.
Steal #3: Listing square footage was not accurate.  House was also about 2 feet from the road.  Thank you for wasting my time.

There were others that I can't even remember.

We put an offer in on a house and someone outbid us.  Seriously, who offers above asking price?  Hopefully, it was this person's dream house!

We also looked at a few model homes.  Titan was definitely the most excited about those, especially the one that had food stocked in the pantry.

"Mom!  Look!  This one comes with macaroni and cheese!".

I keep checking on HGTV in hopes that Drew and Jonathon are coming to Michigan.  They make it look so easy!  Hey, lets just knock down some walls, give you an open concept, install a little hardwood here, a little tile there, and VIOLA! Perfect house!

So, in the meantime I'll be just sittin' here, waiting for more houses to come on the market!