Can I just say that my life has been every definition of CRAZY since my last post?
Because it has.
We have been making a lot of decisions.
(The words in the parenthesis describe how each decision makes me feel.)
Decision #1=house (uber excited)
I loved the house.
I also love a lot of other houses we have looked at.
there is A LOT of intense prayer going on right now.
We want to be a million and twelve percent positive that we are picking the right one!
The hubs took all of our information to a loan office,
just to make sure we could get a loan remotely close to what we would need (for any of the houses).
We were extremely surprised to find out that we were approved for WAY more than we thought we would be.
I am so blessed to have a "money minded" husband.
I openly admit that I am terrible with money.
He is the only reason we are able to buy a house.
He is the best saver and tither ever!
Decision #2= anniversary trip (old and happy)
our 1 year anniversary is quickly approaching.
We had planned (and saved) to go to Florida (where we first met).
But we encountered a problem.
Since I just recently started my job,
I found out that I only had 2 vacation days.
Our anniversary is on August 6th,
so I took Friday (the 3rd) and Monday (the 6th) off.
We were going to make the 10 hour drive on Friday,
do around on Saturday,
visit friends on Sunday,
make the 10 hour drive, back home, on Monday,
and go back to work on Tuesday.
After much deliberation,
we both admitted that we weren't looking forward to driving 20 hours in 4 days.
So we have decided to celebrate our anniversary close by,
and go to Florida when I can take a whole week off....
because we're an old married couple...
and we just can't travel long distances in short amounts of time like we used to ;)
Decision #3= dog #2? (sad)
Oh my gosh.
This was a not so good decision.
We had made ourselves believe that our BayLee boy needed a sibling.
We thought he was lonely.
We thought wrong.
we found a 9 month old yorkie poo online.
She was being fostered by the SPCA.
We just KNEW she was going to be PERFECT.
Her and BayLee would be bffs and frolic in a field full of flowers.
and off we went.
To pick her up.
The last thing the foster mommy said to me was,
now if things don't work out, just bring her on back, she's my baby!
I chuckled because I just couldn't imagine how it could NOT work out.
Let me just tell you how it could NOT work out.
The poor puppies.
They hate each other.
Everyone says that it takes time.
But they are literally trying to kill each other.
And when they aren't trying to kill each other,
they are plotting to kill each other.
I can tell.
It's not good.
She is the SWEETEST baby girl.
And BayLee is the sweetest boy.
They just aren't sweet together.
They fight (not play)
and I can't handle the amount of poop-age that has been going on in my house.
BayLee is COMPLETELY house broken.
Sweet girl is not.
Sweet girl poops in the floor.
Sweet girl gets in trouble.
BayLee decides to regress....
and poop in the floor, too.
Mama can't handle that.
Maybe if I had endless amounts of time to work with them.
But I don't:(
I'm pretty sure we will have to take her back this Saturday,
and it breaks my heart.
I have cried and cried and cried.
The doggy fairytale in my head was a major fail.
I feel like BayLee was trying to warn me in this picture.
Hey mom, poo on this...she looks sweet now...but this is just the car ride home...mom...hey mom...we really don't like each other.
Decision #4= mani pedi! (HECK YES)
I decided to have my FIRST mani pedi since my wedding.
I'm not kidding when I say we have been hard core saving!
Before our wedding,
I got them every month.
I sure did.
But I figured I could give them up for a while.
I was spending 60 bucks per month.
Times that by 11 and that gives you $660!
Every little bit counts!
It was the best mani pedi EVER.
So that's where I've been!
I've entered the world of "grown up" decisions...
the one our parents constantly told us about.
It's a love/hate relationship.
I hope you had a FABULOUS day!