This year Lori picked the Colts, so Daniel has the Saints. We’ve each won one in the past two years. And according to everybody that doesn’t live where the Saints are from, Lori is going to take it this year. We’ll just have to wait and see.
February 7th, 2010 by Daniel
We’ve been watching Flight of the Conchords lately. It started with Season 2 that Lori wonderfully brought home one day, just out of the blue. And once that ran out we had to get our fix from season 1 since we haven’t seen all of them. It was a few days ago that we say the Leggy Blonde episode, but it’s been stuck in our heads all day today. It’s Lori’s favorite so far, and here it is . . .
The bank (They own the house we wanted . . . still want) decided not to take our offer, instead going with someone else. That stinks! Somebody just got a house for somewhere under $100,000 less than it’s worth and it wasn’t us.
Our agent says there are more fish in the sea, but we aren’t seeing ‘em. Even with all of the fancy sonar (website with a map of all the houses we can afford) there is nothing. We would have better luck if we were on one of those tv shows where they look for houses, because then people would see how pitiful we are and send us money.
For the past few months we’ve been looking at houses with our awesome agent Tina. Our lease is up at our apartment (we’re moving to month-to-month now) so we’re taking the oportunity to move on. We’d like more room, bathroms, and privacy – like being loud without disturbing other people.
Well we’ve found one. It took looking at a lot of bad ones but this one is great! It’s priced well and fits our needs: plenty of rooms, lots of bathrooms, big kitchen, backyard for a pool, and an unfinished basement big enough for a putt-putt course! Right now we’re getting with the bank about the loan paperwork so we can put in a bid tomorrow. Everyone cross your fingers that nobody else has found this beaut, and we’re the only ones bidding!
It’s the week after Halloween, but it’s never too late to do what you’ve been meaning to do the entire month. Last night we finally carved our pumpkins. The cats had to be locked out because they were being too curious around the knives and guts.
Last weekend we ran away from work early and booked it to the mountains. It used to be that the women in the family would take a weekend away to go shopping somewhere and just get away, but has changed into an anybody that wants/can go kinda thing. This year (the first year either of us have gone along) we stayed in a cabin on the side of a mountain in Gatlinburg, TN. The view was great, the rooms were big, there was a pool table and an arcade machine and a hot-tub and a movie theatre.
Our little camera is broken, it won’t open the lens at all, just jerks and sputters and gives up, and we didn’t feel like hauling our big cameras around, so we only have a few phone pictures to show. ByTheWay, anyone that wants to get rid of a small point-and-shoot camera can inquire within.
Friday while we were on our way up everybody else went shopping at Tanger, which is fine with us because we don’t have money for shopping anyways. Saturday we walked around Gatlinburg in the rain then went to the Dixie Stampede, Dolly Parton’s more wholesome version of Medieval Times, with cowboys. Advice for vegetarians: eat before you go, the generic pasta they served me was gross.
We also played black-light mini golf, which was lots of fun, and did go-karts with my dad. When we went to Panama City Beach earlier this year with Mike and Jenny we found out we like go-karts. Lori screams because it’s too fast at first then gets into it and screams to go faster. There are a bazillion tracks to pick from in Pigeon Forge, we chose the one next to the goofy golf course (not really Goofy Golf, but close). The only problem was going up and down the spirals so many times got boring. Nobody else was around us and the guys running it let us keep going on and on and on and on and on and on and on because nobody else was there to ride. It was still fun though, Lori even liked the hill you go over that turns your stomache, and she absolutely hates that stuff.