Tuesday

I am such a bum! I set my alarm for 8:30ish this morning, I literally snoozed my alarm until almost 10:30...it was kind of fun actually, I'd listen to the radio for a few minutes & then hit snooze and listen again in 7 minutes. It wasn't until I got a text message on my phone that I got my lazy butt out of bed. I'm going to have to snap out of this routine pretty quickly!

I'm still drinking my coffee & trying to do some creative financing...love, love, love paying bills.

Geico called me about a half hour ago and the HR gal, Emily, congratulated me on the position. I will be going in next Monday morning to do some paperwork, bring my license & social security card and whatever paperwork that proves I'm able to work in the US. They'll begin the background & credit check and then I'll go to their nurse, she'll pull a piece of hair out and do the drug test. The next training class for the day shift, which is what I'll be on, begins on Monday June 25th so I've got this week & next to enjoy being "off" and to get on a regular sleep & wake up schedule.

I also was able to make an appointment to get my hair color touched up & a trim for this Friday. The girl that I used to go to out here that I absolutely love, Julie, now has her own salon but she is booked up until the end of August!! Damn weddings & proms. So, I'm going to another gal in her salon, Gina. I'm sure anyone at Julie's place is awesome so I'll be okay. Now I have to think about if I want to start parting my hair in the middle a la Demi Moore...ha ha ha. What troubles I have, huh?!

It sounds like the people that looked at my Grandpa's house last week liked this house and it's second on their list. Whatever that means. I'd like to see the house sell for my family's sake, but for my own selfish purposes I'd like to stay here for at least another month or so. Even if they put an offer in today, it'd still take at least 30 days so I'm good. I also cannot bear to think of this house belonging to anyone else but a Miller (my maiden name). My grandpa was born in this house and lived here until the day he died. My aunts, uncle & dad grew up in this house..my brother & I spent so much time here, my cousins & I used to play in the back yard...we used to go down in the basement and write all over the chalkboard...have picnics in the backyard...stare at the circa-1970 wallpaper in the bedroom upstairs & count the bizarre objects on said wallpaper...so, so many memories and it just breaks my heart to think of someone coming in here and not knowing the history, our history. There are so many little touches of my grandpa that still live on here. I feel such comfort being here, it's the last piece of "home" that I have here. I really wish there was a way for me to buy this house or someone in our family because as I said, I can't bear the thought of a non-Miller being here and not appreciating all that there is to this house. I know it's just a house, but it's so much more than that to me & the rest of my family. Sniff, sniff.

Okay, I need to go blow my nose and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into for the rest of the day. :)