crazy little things

Oh beloved blog readers, I believe that I may have just written my final rent check! As far as things appear now (and they probably will change) but I looks like on the Ides of March Matt-illa the Hun and I may become property owners. Thus making March the last month of renting!

In sad news, the first Krings-mas was called off on account of poor weather. We were looking forward to seeing family, eating, drinking, and making merry. Weather forcasts predicted death if one were to go to Milwaukee and attempt to return to Chicago a mere six to eight hours later. So Matt-illa and I stayed home and celebrated Krings-mas alone. While we were very sad not to be spending Krings-mas with the fam but we sure did get a lot done around the house. Essentially the first day of Krings-mas gave us the gift of time: one more day to pack, clean, chill, and sell things on Craig's list (no takers on that crock pot yet, darn!).

(Just trying to keep the blog politically relevant and visually stunning)

crock pot anyone?

Just to keep things similar in the blog-mosphere, Matt & I had our offer accepted for a nifty little condo in Evanston (photos to follow)! The entire decision to buy has been such an ordeal. Our saintly mortgage broker, Jeff held our hand and found the right mortgage for us. We just have all the super fun stuff to do now like; inspections, closing on the 16th of March, two weeks to paint (Yeah! no more apartment white walls), refinish floors, pack up our stuff, and haul it about five miles north. I think a Craig's list 'garage sale' may transpire soon (football shaped crock pot anyone?)



Chicago land has officially become an Arctic tundra this month. After zero and sub zero temps last week, we've been treated to 20 degree to 30 degree highs with blowing snow and potential blizzard conditions (depending on the weather person). At least Matt's ski trip won't be canceled this weekend due to lack of snow and 50 degree temperatures (like the one he had booked for January).

Even if the sun comes out tomorrow, it’s too cold to go outside.

Chicago is in an icy abyss, and the depressed Bears fans cannot be avoided. We’ll be okay as long as Lake Michigan doesn’t become a quick moving glacier. Groundhog’s day promises spring, (depending upon who you’re favorite weather predicting rodent maybe). My top Earth rat is Buckeye Chuck, who did not see his shadow, so much to my relief an early spring is being called for.

I have spring fever. I believe that the perpetual state of anticipatory waiting for this crap to be over maybe the lesson that the Universe has been trying to teach me in this season of my life.

The hubby and I have been waffling on purchasing a condo. I kid you not, to date this is the hardest decision we’ve ever made together. (Stay tuned on that drama).

In other news, nothing has been heard from MSI, so thanks for all your good vibes – but I think next week I maybe receiving a ‘gee thanks, but no thanks letter.’ In the mean time I’m still honing my 3^rd and 4^th grade math skills at the textbook mistake factory.