2008 is going to be exhausting

Goodness, where to begin?

We got a house! Like, we bought it. We can do whatever we want to it. It's on the southwest side, right up against a mountain on 2.2 acres of land. It's a 1960's house, 4 bedrooms, one bathroom. For a while it was an abandoned house, so there's some entertaining graffiti, including some well rendered pot leaves, and a penis-dinosaur with little men climbing on it. We're thinking about leaving that one up. There's an Arizona room with huge windows and a fireplace made out of native lava rock, and a backyard with a mysterious cement pit in the middle of it. There are a lot of mysterious things about this house, actually. Like the fact that the rooms are painted half dark grey, half baby pink.

And the little slate gravestone sitting in the backyard that says "Jace 1983". I'm assuming for my own peace of mind that this was a beloved pet, not a murder victim buried by a suddenly contrite killer with a chisel. And one of the little girls who lived there had written useful labels on her closet shelves (in permanent marker, of course): "Clothes I Will Never Wear but Want to Keep", "School Clothes" and "Regular". I may leave these up, since my clothes kind of break down into those categories too.

There are also a lot of weird little buildings or half buildings on the property. There's a three foot by three foot cement building with a little hole at the base. There's a cinderblock one room building with no roof and an old futon in it. Something that may have been a horse stable but is now four supporting beams stuck in a two foot high platform of horse shit.

But it's ours. It's our horseshit, our gravestone, our weirdly painted rooms. The two acres of desert around the house is ours. As we were driving away the other day, we saw a bunny hoping through the front yard (can you call it a yard if there's no grass?) Anyway, and Danny pointed out that we, technically, own that rabbit. Except, technically, the rabbit is still in escrow until Feb. 13th :)