Since a baby isn’t on our agenda in the immediate future, I think I may talk Sean into getting one of these guys in the meantime.
Picture source: San Francisco’s Zoo baby gorilla page
When: Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Where: House of Blues – Anaheim
Took the stage in customized Mouse ears, voice sounded amazing, enjoyed the playful banter with crowd and a tribute to my favorite lady, Bea Arthur (who’s not your f-ing grandmother), and I remembered why I’ve already seen him 4 times and will never ever miss him on tour.
Also – the 'where' should be amended from House of Blues – Anaheim to House of Wainwright. His sister, Lucy, accompanied him on several songs and for the last song of the evening, his dad, Loudon, joined them on stage – it was awesome.
Day Two of house hunting was 100 times more successful than day one. Here are a few things I figured out from the day we spent looking at homes in Costa Mesa.
- All houses smell the same. It’s a weird, but distinct, combination of stale air and musk.
- I’m convinced that there are people living amongst us who were raised by wolves, based on the state of disrepair and filth some of the houses we visited were left in. How on earth were these people able to buy a home, while Sean and I are struggling with it? (Answer: interest only loans and ARMs).
- I can only describe our real estate agent in one word: batty. She seems super knowledgeable about real estate and selling/buying properties (she’s a pretty aggressive sales person) – but man alive, is the woman insane. Whether it was asking us for umpteenth time the terms of our pre-approval from the c.u., or insisting on taking us to see “educational” properties (i.e. properties that were at least $50-$75k over our budget – just so we could see what we were missing, thereby ‘educating’ us on how much more house we could get for more money) – I spent most of the day admiring my husband for the restraint he showed in not strangling her.
- Falling for a house is very similar to falling for another person. You’re willing to overlook the small annoyances in favor of the more important, and impressive, qualities.
- Who knew I wanted a large kitchen? Not me. Especially since I only cook 3 times a year – and those dates all correlate to a major holiday. But apparently, I’m a big kitchen kind of girl; so much so that not having a large kitchen is a deal breaker for me.
- It’s true – you know the MINUTE you walk into a house whether it’s right for you or not. Despite how much construction and updating your real estate agent insists you can do.
- Second sign you know you’ve found the right house: you compare every other house you look at to that particular house.
- Looking for a house has only fueled the baby fever.
2. This is what it will look like (2nd from right):
3. No more 2-butt kitchen for us! Come Christmas time, that island will be covered in cookies.
5. After signing all the paperwork we went to Memphis for celebratory (and bottomless) mimosas. 
Coachella! Woo-hoo!! My favorite 3 days of the year. The Whip reared her head a few times but just to keep everyone on somewhat of a schedule; the beautiful people kept the Rock Garden hopping; the Beershoe was invented; and we discovered we had a ninja among us. We’ll all be hard-pressed to fill the void left in our hearts, but are looking forward to doing it all again next year. 
