Really, it has been...something else. A few interesting updates, lots of excitement, and more running around in two days than any of us are accustomed to. And it's all actually the start of some major changes that are about to happen.

The one thing that didn't happen much at all was writing. 1147 total for the week. I did read quite a bit—finished the second book in the Cygnet omnibus (which is the first book in my McKillip Challenge books) and the first book in The Riddle-Master omnibus (and I've started the second). Just too tired and creatively drained to do anything else, a situation that's likely to continue until the edits I'm working on for another author are done (being paid, so they're a priority over everything else for now). As much as I love helping other authors (and I really do!), this suck of time is one of the reasons I stopped editing in the first place. :P

Anyway, I saw the doctor this past week. BP is down, not as much as he'd like so he put me on a water pill, but significantly down from when I saw him last. We are also dealing with my feet problems, and he took some toenail stuff to get started on that. The thing that shocked me though, was his attitude toward me losing weight. Remember, HE'S the one who ordered me to do so so my head wouldn't explode (my words). He didn't mention the loss itself (about 15 pounds), I did. Then I told him I was aiming to get down to 137, and he says he thinks "that's an unreasonable goal".

Um, what?

Then he says my build is larger boned. I told him when I was in my 20s, I weighed in at the 120s and had a bit of a pooch, and he was really surprised. He then goes on to tell me that he thinks I should aim for a 30-50 pound loss and be happy with that. I was so surprised, I was speechless. A DOCTOR was telling a patient to aim for a weight that will keep her OVER 200 POUNDS!? Even worse, he discourages her for aiming for a lower weight that would be healthier for her? I mean, 137, okay, I can see that possibly being a little too light at my age...MAYBE, and I'd honestly be happy with going down to 157. But I'm not a big-boned woman (I can see how my weight might hide the fact that I lean more towards smaller bones), and I'm not going to stay over 200 pounds if I can get below that. I don't see 137 as unreasonable. 120? Yes. 125? Maybe. 137? No. I know I'll eventually hit a point where things get harder, especially with the stresses coming up, but I'm going to go as far as my body will let me and is healthy.

And I'm quite a bit less impressed with this doctor now. :P

This weekend was filled with houses and family. We spent a few hours looking at 5 of the 8 houses we had on our look-see list. We would have seen more except the 5th house? Perfect. Had no offers. And is sooooo priced to sell. 6 bedrooms, 4 baths, absolutely GORGEOUS and spacious kitchen, maybe $5000 worth of work that needs to be done (seriously: garage door, one floor board/hole (REALLY small) in living room, some drywall, a little bit of tile, and one outside window casing). It really is an incredible, spacious, beautiful house. Price? $96k.

No, really.

Today we signed the bid paperwork to put in to the bank selling the house and wrote the earnest check. That should go in first thing in the morning, and we should hear in 48-72 hours if the bank will take the offer. The realtor doesn't see any reason why it shouldn't be accepted, and cautiously indicated that we'll actually be moving on to the next step: the financing stuff.

In other words, we're getting a house.

There are some weird circumstances about getting the house. First, this house wasn't on the market a week and a half ago; it was under contract. Then the guy buying it died. Two others made offers, but they were below the asking price (since we REALLY wanted this house, and it is probably already below market value, the realtor advised offering what they asked), and the bank rejected them. Finally, the lock code on the page the realtors use to get into houses was messed up (ours had to call the rep for the house to get in) and the keys so jammed in that it took some work to get them out so we could see the inside.

At any rate, since telling the kids about the house...they all want to come home. So tonight we had a BBQ and discussed some of the things going on, what we would expect, and a few other things. And now I think I'm crazy to bring them all back, but the older girls need help right now and can help with the payments while they live with us.

But, as you can see, it's been a crazy week(end)...oh, and by the way, finally saw Star Trek and went out to dinner with the husband. Next week, we'll be finding out about whether or not the bank will take the offer and start hunting for appropriate documents for the lender if they do, I have a mammogram, I'm still editing like a crazy woman, and we have to start cleaning house and packing up the unimportant items (my coffee mug collection, the husband's shot glass collection, CDs (husband has them all on his iPod), and some of the DVDs) and clearing the garage.

Crazy won't be going away for awhile.


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