Free loading is fun for the whole family!

So we are coming up on our anniversary. The one month anniversary of moving the seven us and our puppy into the 1 bedroom apartment of Steve's parents house. Much different then the plan to move into the giant house in Rockville Centre, it is different and the stress is high, but this free loading stuff really is nice. Mortgage payment out. Ditto for cable, electric water and gas. My wardrobe has improved, oh and did I mention the free babysitting? Also nice. An interesting development is that each time I complain Steve hangs another shelf. Let's just say we have a lot of shelves now.

But the mess we have gotten ourselves into ( and by mess I mean the "new" house in Rockville centre) rolls on. We may or may not close in a week or two. And let's face it, it is hardly the end of the line should we make it to closing. The house is old, 100 years old, I think that we are the perfect marks for a home show. Think of the spin, we are going to be the quintessential family under construction. It is my interim project to find a TV show to put my family on. Of course I want a show that is going to foot the bill. Have any ideas? There must be the perfect match.

Posts in the graveyard

This is a graveyard post. It is were I am putting the remains of not one but two great news posts.

The first is of the dog, yes a dog Rocky the Rockstar Boomer Bo. But alas I didn't even have a chance to take a picture of him before he was hospitalized with a horrible virus called Parvo. It is costing a small fortune and he is in mega bad shape. I unfortunately said ungraceful things like "the dog is half dead" which Cara is cheerfully informing everyone, which is a bit disconcerting coming from a ponytailed kindergartner. Now all you judges before you say "why would you get a dog, is your life not hard enough?" I will tell you this I as you may have discerned am not interested in gliding through life, but actually experiencing it, and all of its attended stresses and rewards. Does that or me, always look pretty or even happy as I troop through the things I take on? In a word no. But all of you glossy, well rested, unruffled people can take your boring lives, it just isn't for me. Feeling a little defensive, yes I am , how did you ever guess.

Okay graveyard post number 2, this would be that next weekend is the much anticipated move. We are still moving alright, just not where we had hoped. Instead we are off to my MIL's house. All 7 of us and our half dead puppy (I am afraid this name might stick) At least it will help us pay the vet bills. So into a 1 bedroom apt we go. It is so hard to imagine that this will happen in 7 days, when I had been so looking forward to getting into the house, buying decorating magazines and looking at pictures of stone fireplaces. We are still hoping to save the deal, but really who knows at this point?

It would be great to wrap this up with something meaningful but it is after all a graveyard and there just isn't much to say.

Sure I'll bake a cake or 8

I have to bake a cake, or let me clarify I have to bake 8 cakes and then assemble them into a diamond shape, with each square of the diamond representing a different Cub Scout den. I have to do this you see, because I volunteered to. Yes I raised my hand to that call out, oh no not even a call out, they were going to get a sheet cake from Costco. I derailed their plans because at the time baking sounded like fun, unlike today when baking sounds like torture. Ok well not the first 2 or three cakes, fine but 8, who besides the cake boss has any interest in baking 8 cakes?
I wondered out loud what we would bake when our boys were the featured "moving up" boys, perhaps we could make one of those ones that a lady pops out of, maybe Delila would be willing to pop out? It would be interesting, if not a bit disconcerting.

Besides the cake, I will also be in charge of entertainment and games. This has turned into the Bo show. It may be because I feel badly that we will be leaving the den, that despite it all I have become attached to. My over enthusiastic volunteerism is my way to apologize? Or perhaps to point out how much they will really miss me when I am gone, I don't like to be forgotten.

I will post a picture of the cake better or worse whenever it is done.

Tupac or not Tupac

I can't pack. I don't mean that I am not good at it, I wouldn't know as I am having a hard time even starting. Well no, I do tape together the boxes and then begin to put stuff in them but then I am struck by an insecurity a dialogue on what should go in this box, should the box have a theme? Should half of this stuff even make the journey to the new house? So instead I read, books, the Internet, to the kids. I play Kinnect, go ice skating and to the zoo. I workout and follow Justin Bieber on twitter.
I have a slight disbelief that I am ever going to actually need to face down moving day at all. The big splash of finding the house seems so far away and the maze of paperwork and deal-making seem too long to ever surmount. I do tend to get overwhelmed by the gigantic project thing as well. I stop and drift off, and I know this is true. But what to do with the whole "know thyself" thing? Uh great, I know that I will never be able to pack up the house.
I am glad though to be still good at what I am good at, which is spending time with the kids. I am really good at that. And they are having a good vacation which I am hoping counts for something.

Out with old and in with the new

So enough about you, back to me because this is after all my blog. I have news yes, news that I can't stop thinking about! News, news, news! It's out with the old and in with the new for 2011! The house is sold, well at least in contract amigo. That's right the latest chapter in the always tumultuous life of the Bo's. And we have drum roll please.... found the house of our dreams, though honestly this house had never entered our city dwelling dreams in any form. As the thought of this family moving into a 101 year old monster of a house had not even occurred to us. I do happen to like old house's their history, I do, but owning one...well they don't tend to have jacuzzi tubs and walk in closets. And our new house is no exception to the rule. What it does have though is lots of bathrooms and doors. Doors everywhere, doors that lead you behind the walls in which you can exit by another door. This as you can imagine is a huge selling point for the kids. Not to mention (VBA (veiled brag alert)) a huge in the ground pool with a diving board and count 'em sister, 2 slides. Did you read that? Maybe you should read it again and maybe I should work on the veiled part of my VBA's.
I'm as enthralled as a teenager in love honestly. I can't wait to see the house again. Of course like any good romance their is the chance that it will all fall apart yet. We are merely dating not even engaged yet, which I think that going from accepted offer to "in contract" implies, don't you? I hope so I hope I am not just reading all the signals wrong. Ah the angst of finding the right one.
So what have I downloaded to my Kindle? (my poor Kindle had been the object of my affection only a week before, clearly eclipsing the strong feelings I once held for my droid, and though I still love them I fear that I am no longer "in love" with them. A book on interior design. Because, and not to beat a dead horse with a theme, like any good catch their is of course room for improvement.
So off to the races of home remodeling and decorating, as this house needs help and though I work had to keep negative thoughts like "money pit" and the "Adams Family house" out they do have a way of creeping in. But it does help me keep perspective because there are times when I daydream of my family's future in the house and I realize that in everyone, I am 20lbs lighter, with better hair, the kids are well behaved and engaged in book reading, piano playing and other Currier and Ives type of behavior. It is true that I told Steve that we should call the rooms by the proper names like the "salon" or the "gaming parlor" . This from a girl who for a full 6 years couldn't stop calling the entrance way the lobby, after moving from Manhattan to the boroughs.
So follow along the trials of tribulations of our latest adventure, next week: pictures!

Thank you commenters!

I don't want to blow my cover and reveal my airheadness to the world, but I never knew anyone left a comment. I thank all of you who did from the bottom of my heart. I never imagined that anyone besides my loyal niece Bethanie and my brother who pointed out my grammatical and spelling errors ( I try to pass them off as typos). Though I believed this was my harsh reality, in my escapist fantasy mode I do like to imagine that I am a world famous author that everyone cannot wait to here from! So thanks for feeding my always hungry ego by reading my little blog!

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times they are a-changin's

Well what a difference 3 years can make, when all of the kids were small, I thought that was my life, though I knew they would grow, having so many little kids was just a fact I mean it was 7 years of having a lot of little kids. Ahhh but alas they did grow and now I have 5 elementary kids. And though I am reasonably sure that one day I will have 5 HS age kids, I feel so wrapped up in this that it seems that these times could never change. And honestly just like when they were littler I would be cool with that. It is hectic and sometimes stressful, but it is a full and interesting life. I have learned much more about areas, perimeters, density, handwriting and history then I ever thought possible. I take magical train rides with Santa, tour caverns, and battle ships, breakfast with Santa, ice skate, sing Christmas carols, study religion, read the classics like Oliver twist, Huckleberry Fin, Desperaux, and My Side of the Mountain not to mention, Harold and the Purple Crayon, and 3 Billy Goats Gruff. And honestly most of this I did in the month of December which will only scratch the surface of interesting new things my kids will show me this month.

I know it is corny but in all honesty I wanted to have kids so I could share with them some of the things I love in this world, I would actually picture me walking hand in hand with a kid and pointing to a great monument in some unidentified but wonderful city and we would be happy. As it turns out they are really bringing a lot of the world to me where we both learn something, but at least the happy part still stands!

Now some of the latest gems

Cara you shouldn't give mom a hard time, you and mom are BFF friends! -Mark
She looked me correctly in the eyes-Cara

I'm not gonna put this finger in the air (thumb) its the bad guy finger- no its not- oh then this one (index finger) - no not that one- then which one is the bad guy finger?- Mark

that was a half bath-leaving Aunt Ruth's bathroom -Matthew

how much are you gonna offer them- leaving a house hunting- mark

That belt represents all my hard work and training - describing his white Tae Kwon do belt after promotion to yellow belt- Christopher

How about this, if Mark has a problem I'll call you -after I called Matt's cell phone to check on Mark,disrupting
his kick ball game.

Who will be the mommy in my family?- Micheal

How do you find the person you will Marry? - 3 years ago Matthew