Back in town...

Just got back in town from PA. We saw a lot of great houses. I really liked a couple of them, but I can't get Paul nailed down on any of them. I can't get even get him to decide what he wants! He doesn't want to be right next to neighbors, but he doesn't really want land, yada, yada, yada...Somebody needs to tell this man that it's the pregnant lady's perogative to be fickle, not his!!

Anyway, we aren't making any offers just yet.

There was an open house held here at our house today. Our real estate agent said that there was a great turn out. I really hope that it doesn't take too long to sell. It would make things so much easier if this house sold quickly.

More stuff about me....

3. I used to be the artsy-type. Ok, it was high school in the 1980s, I was a punk-rocker type. I wore all black all the time. My skin is already very pale, so that was easy, and I dyed my hair (Black usually, but occasionally purple or blue for a special occasion). My "symbol" was a noose with a peace sign in the middle (I know, I can't believe it either!). I was a rebel. I didn't drink or smoke (yet), but I looked the part. I thinkI was trying to stand out from the crowd and hide within a disguise all at the same time.

4. I went to Catholic school for 13 years. K-12. I went to an all girls' high school where I wore a green plaid uniform. I loved my school. It was a very liberal school, which is just what I needed. They let me explore my identity. And the plaid skirts really gave me a great base for fashion. To this day, I can't stand plaid or polyester. You know, those skirts actually melt? They don't burn, they melt! Don't ask me how I know.