Puppy musings....

Well hello!

Eve Belle here to talk to you tonight. Mom's been crazy busy, and I'm kind of tired of it. She has to work all day everyday now, and I don't really like being left at home alone. I've been destroying my toys rather quickly just to prove a point, but Mom and Dad keep buying me more. I don't think they get it.

BUT..... I feel like something is going on. Mom and Dad were so excited last night when we went for a car ride. They brought my fluffy frisbee and I wasn't sure what was going on. I'm still not. But we stopped, and got out at a place that I'd never seen before. We went inside. It was totally empty and they kept walking around and making notes and talking about possible colors and furniture.

Then, I got to do the most fun thing in the world. Mom and Dad opened the back door of this strange place,and turned me lose in a huge, fenced in back yard. I was so happy that I literally floated on air in between massive bounds across the back yard. We played frisbee and I ran and bounded around until my little fluffy self was beyond tuckered out.

I really like that place. I hope we go back. Maybe, just maybe...... it can be my new home?

Licks and snuggles,

Eve Belle

The first twinge of fear....

My dream for quite a while has been to move out of our little condo where Mr. Jones lived for years before we even met. and into our own house. Space. A backyard. No neighbors that share our walls. You know, that big HOUSE dream. :-)

Well, after a couple of months of perusing houses online, scoping out neighborhoods and more, we've got a little list. We've narrowed the list to just a few. And, tomorrow, we're going to see the very first one on our list.

I'm ecstatic.
I'm hyper.
I'm worried.
I'm nervous.
I'm happy.
I'm afraid.

Now that I know we're going to see one of our (on paper) three favorite houses, it feels different. I can't wait to see if we're right about what we want. I can't wait to buy our first home.

But.... Mr. Jones swung by Home Depot on the way home from grabbing our free Chick-Fil-A spicy chicken sandwiches tonight. And he purchased a "For Sale by Owner" sign. My heart stopped a little. This is by no means a money issue. My in-laws own our condo and graciously let us stay here. We pay all the bills, but it was nice to not have the stress of a mortgage when Mr. Jones didn't have a job. We've been able to save. To have fun. To grow into our space. And now we've outgrown it. We're ready to buy a place that is only ours - ours alone.

I'm ready to start the next phase of our lives, but when he paid for that sign, I died a little inside. This is real. It's starting. It's such a huge thing. I'm scared we will mess up. I'm worried we won't love what we choose. I'm frustrated knowing it could be a long process.

So.... those are my thoughts this Tuesday evening. Thoughts? Suggestions? Advice? I love hearing from you guys on major life topics. It makes my night. I've much to tell you. Coupons. Freebies. Chick-Fil-A. Pictures. Surviving bridezilla's wedding weekend. Getting IRB approval for my thesis survey..... all that jazz.

But for tonight, that's all I've got.
XOXO,
Mrs. Jones