So yesterday began the process of showing the house: vacuuming dog and cat hair 24/7, leaving the house repeatedly with a dog who thinks that every time we get in the car we're going to the dog park, and sitting in the car in 100+ heat down the street so I can spy on the potential buyers. I've already had a realtor walk in my house as I'm getting out of the shower (a little miscommunication). And today a lady parked in our alley and stood up on her car to peer into our backyard for a while. These are good times!
I posed for this picture, can you tell?
We're housing hunting this weekend in Tulsa. I understand it's 108 up there with a trillion percent humidity, but I guarantee you it's not brown, flat, and dusty. However, look at our mostly green yard. I have to tell you, that's not a small feat to have a green yard when you've had less than 1/2 inch in 10 months and your city has restricted your water usage. You're welcome, future owner.
Wish us luck this weekend, but more importantly on the sell of our house in Midland!
I can finally say out loud that we are moving to Tulsa! We're excited and ready to get on with this little adventure, but it will definitely be bittersweet. I'm sure it will spark more frequent postings from me. :-)
I tend to go for long spurts of not posting anything. There are usually two reasons: 1) I have nothing interesting and/or my pets haven't done anything funny; and 2) I can't talk about whatever is completely consuming my life at the time. Currently, it's the latter. More to come soon.
So instead (and perhaps I'll see if anyone reads my blog and whether or not I should shut down Desert Trivia for good), I'm going to share my favorite movie quotes that I know by heart and ask you to share yours. These quotes are on my mind, because I've been browsing online to order my all-time favorite movies. The quotes will truly date me, and I'm okay with that. And I'm pretty sure you've never heard them.
"YES, YOU ARE! You're making me crazy. Anyone who FORCES me to make chicken pepperoni is making me crazy. And YOU! Are MAKING! Me CRAZY!"
- Goldie Hawn in "Seems Like Old Times." I know pretty much every word. It's a movie about struggling to forget a former love with hilarious scenes.
"My God, if one of them farts the other one thinks it's Guy Lombardo."
- Alan Alda in "The Four Seasons." As you can tell, I like Neil Simon. This is such a good movie about marriage, divorce, friendships between couples, etc.
"Ooohh, Bubba."
- Holly Hunter in "Broadcast News." It's said during one of my favorite scenes - a very touching moment between the two best friends. It's insane how many times I've watched this movie, and I don't even care for news or politics. I love Albert Brooks.
Seems like all the movies I really like are funny and serious at the same time. Okay, you're turn!
Alan was in the company vehicle filling up with gas yesterday when he called and said he found a stray dog. If there is a stray within a mile of Alan, it will FIND HIM. Fast forward 12 hours later, and there's a beautiful golden Alaskan Husky sleeping peacefully next to me while I type. I love dogs and would have a pack of them if I had land, but instead I have a small house already filled with a large retriever and very ill-mannered cat.
So what to do? I called around everywhere yesterday, and we took her to a vet to be scanned for possible microchip. We placed a Craig's List ad. We checked the paper. We called some vets. I posted on Facebook. I'll call the paper today and double check with a live person and probably place an ad. But my last hope is the animal shelter today, as they were closed yesterday (our animal shelter is in dire need of funds and therefore has limited hours). I can tell she's been recently spayed because of the scar. Surely someone around here performed the surgery and will remember such a beautiful dog.
She has a pink and black collar with signs of pink polish on her toenails. Someone cared for this dog. But I don't want to. Even though she's so pretty and sweet and well-mannered.
Is that awful? I don't want to be that person that dumps the stray off at the shelter, but what else is there to do? Besides the obvious, which is to keep her and give her a warm, happy home. We can't do that right now, so wish me luck on finding her owner. Someone has to be missing her desperately.
UPDATE: She jumped the fence and took off. I didn't go looking for her. I feel sort of like a jerk, but...
