The Eleventh Hour

In our wedding speeches my Dad told everyone about the time when I was at Uni and I had to write a business plan for a class I was taking. I had a month to do it, it needed to be 30 pages long. The night before it was due at 10pm I rang my Dad to ask for his help. He said - Sure I can help, I'll send you out some templates to fill in. You just have to add in all your information.
And I was all - Can you dictate the templates down the phone to me - it's due tomorrow.


There is something wrong with us. Both Mr B & I. It's called lastminuteitis. As in we never seem to do ANYTHING until the last possible moment. The time when you feel most stressed and you are nearly out of time - that is the time we are finally spurred into action.

I could give you a million examples. High school assignments. Studying for Uni Exams. Packing for trips.

Our wedding.

And EVERY time we say - Never again will we do this. It's too stressful.

And then EVERY time it all works out in the end.

Thus the motivation to change is just not there.

They have FINALLY given us a settlement date for our house.

We can move in this weekend. As in 2 days. We have not packed a single box.

When will we learn??


P.s. Blitzed that Uni Business plan - top marks in the class - Thanks Dad.

Us

Ran into someone we haven't seen since the wedding yesterday. She said she loved our wedding because "it was so us".

Made me smile all the way home.

Home is where the heart is

Today we found out that we will officially be homeowners! YAY!

Still not sure of the exact dates yet (the sooner the better as we only have two weeks left in our rental). But we are SUPER excited, and also a little petrified (that's a whole lotta debt).

Want to see some sneak peaks?
View from the street

Our new bedroom

Down the hallway looking at the front door, and off to the left through that door is the kitchen.

In a strange way I think this house was meant to be. We were looking at a completely different house when we stumbled upon this one. My parents place that we wanted to buy - let's pretend their address was 24 Cat Street, well this place is 12 Kitten Street (not our real address). But it seemed like a sign to me.

And when we went to see it inside it just felt like Us.

Heart Glasses LOVE

I LOVE that Stacey rocked out these love heart glasses I sent to her! What a super star.


A few people have said they wish that there was a pair of love heart glasses that traveled around the interwebs ala Sister hood of the traveling pants.

I'm thinking we should do it!

So now we need a cool name, and I need to know who wants the glasses first!

Finger crossing

Hello. Is anyone still out there?

Man I have so much to tell you guys. So much to catch up on all of your blogs. But not much time to do it all just yet.

Mr B & I put an offer in on a house. A house in the city. The country home I grew up in just wasn't in our budget. I am learning that letting go is ok, and that change can be a good thing. (well, trying to anyway).

Promise I'll be a much better blog friend once all this crazy dies down.

Cross your fingers for us. We find out the end of this week if we will be homeowners, or homeless.

Aloha

Wow Hawaii seems like a million years ago. This last week has been super stressful. But we'll talk about that later. Today lets go back to Hawaii!

My lovely husband was in Vegas for work (hard life) so we met up in Hawaii. Meant we only had to pay for my airfare. Score! He greeted me at the airport with a lei. It was SO nice to see him. He was so cute - got a bit teary eyes seeing me again. He'll deny it - but I thought it was adorable.

Nearly drowning my husband on Waikiki beach.

We met some locals who told us we had to try the roadside shrimp at Romy's shrimp shack. It was SO good.

We went to a cheesy luau - Paradise Cove. We got in two for one, don't know if I'd pay full price for it. You do get drinks with umbrellas and pretty flower leis!

Poor Mr B had hurt his foot on some rocks this day, and they roped him into "volunteering" to be a dancer for the group. He was trying to say no because of his foot - but they thought he was making it up to get out of it. Luckily he pulled it off with a smile!

These are what I called the Rainbow bright shoes - at the time I thought they were cool but a little crazy. Ever since I wish I had bought them. Sad face.

Gotta love a man that will wear a flower in his hair!

I hit up all the US stores we don't have here. Victoria's secret, Forever 21, and I was super excited about Wal Mart - Mr B thought I was the biggest dork (you probably all do too). But I did not care! They are open 24 hours and they have a McDonalds inside. I got books for $5 each that are $30 back home. It was AWESOME.

We did not buy these glasses - but we were tempted!

I ate my first macaroon - so good!

We ate shave ice at Matsumotos after lining up for ten minutes! The place must make a mint - and all for selling water with sugar water on it. Was good!

On our last day we were driving back and saw all these people milling about on the beach on the side of the road. We got out and found out there were sea turtles in the water. $5 snorkels from Foodland across the road and we were in. Was the best part of the trip.

Bad photos - but there on the right is a giant sea turtle.

You can see him better in this one - that's me on the right. We didn't manage to get any great photos. Oh well.

Last stop was the Dole pineapple plantation for Dole Whip - which is this crazy pineapple soft serve. It was SO SO SO good. I have been dreaming about it ever since. (Mr B's hat - Wal Mart - $7 - and he didn't want to go in! Ha)

It was so nice to go away together. We work way too much, so spending quality time together was awesome. Felt like being on honeymoon all over again.

Oh to be on holiday again. Why do they always go so fast?

Concrete plans

I don't know what to do.

We've been renting the same place for five years. Our landlord has decided to renovate and she's not renewing our lease. So now we have four weeks to work out what the heck we are going to do.

I hate change.

My Dad is trying to sell the house I grew up in. I want to buy it. But it's five hours drive from here. Would Mr B & I survive in the country? Is it really about the house? Or am I just trying to hold onto things that are already gone?

If we're going to have babies in the next few years (which is the general plan right now) then I really want to be near my Mum - who lives five hours away. So maybe we should buy the house.

But Mr B is a city boy. What if he hates the country?

We could always move back.

I hate not knowing what's going on. At the moment we have four weeks left in our place and no concrete plan about what the heck we are going to do then. I feel so stressed.

I just want someone to tell me what to do.