my posts are getting more and more sporatic. i have lot of things to do. i just don't know where to start. we've been in the house for almost 2 months now and we are still not done putting away stuff. so i've been busy. i haven't checked my email in a long time either. i can't wait until i can relax again with out having to worry about fixing this or painting that. i hope you all are doing better than i am....

i made it through the surgery. it was a terrifying experience. Especially since i've never had to deal with anesthesia before. i was terrified the whole morning. brian was thankfully at my side the whole time. i felt sick to my stomach and i was thristy! i couldn't eat or drink anything after midnight. the iv that one of nurses tried to put in my vein was scary all together. he let me bleed all over the place. i bled all over my gown, the chair, and then the floor. i was feeling nauseas by then and just wanted a drink of water. i think the whole experience was just too much for me. before they put the iv in me they had me change into a gown, gave me some booties, and i had to tie my hair up and put it into something that looked similar to a shower cap. it was a long wait, they finally called me in to another room . there were 2 other people in the same room with me waiting to get into a surgery room. the lady on my left was getting carpel tunnel surgery done and the guy to my right was getting a hernia repair. me, on the other hand was getting a cervical cone biopsy. i was on pins and needles the whole time. i didn't know if i wanted to cry or what. i felt like crying, but then again i didn't want to act a fool with those other two people next to me, so i stood my ground and fought back the tears, took deep breaths, and prayed a silent prayer, but still at the back of mind i still had the gawd awful feeling that something bad was going to happen. i kept replaying what the dr. was telling me, he was explaining me the 'what if's' if something terrible was to happen to me during the surgery. these are some of the questions they ask you before you go in to surgery:

1. would you like to be resuscitated?
2. do you have a living will?
3. if you needed a blood transfusion do you want it?

it makes you think a lot about your life in a flash...it really does. but anyway, my wait finally ended and they wheeled me to the surgery room. it had the same icky medicinal smell that i hate and the room was like an ice box. it was eery and dark. the anesthesiologist came to me and said that he was giving me medicine. i remember him asking me if i ever drank alcohol. i told him yes, and then he said that i'll be feeling that way and he told me to lay my arms out. that 's the last thing i remember. i must have knocked out because next thing i know i heard the nurse whispering my name and taking the oxygen mask off my face. i was in he recovery room. i was shocked. i was actually thinking is that it? is it really over? i was amazed! i had a really sore throat though! i guess they intubated me and today my throat is still sore. i'm sore all over actually. i'm taking ibuprofen and some percocet for the pain. i was told to do light activities and not to walk up stairs. yeah right, my bedroom is upstairs so i already ignored the dr's instuction. so, i'm ok. i'm dealing with it and hopefully i don't have to deal with it ever again. i just know that in the future that if i ever decide to have children that i might have complications such as premature birth, miscarriages, and even infertility. its so strange, they say that this type of stuff is not genetic, but yet, all my aunts had some kind of tumor/cancer in the uterus or cervix. just recently, i had an aunt that had a total hysterectomy. she's fine and she's had kids, actually all of my aunts had kids, but i haven't had one and it makes me sad that i might be struggling in the future to have children. i guess that's life for me and i will probably have to deal with that when the time comes, but for now i'm happy that i'm alive and with the one i love. he's so understanding and has been by my side through thick and thin. i love you brian....

i'm still alive.....i just don't seem to have enough time during the day any more to do anything. the first few days in the new house was very depressing to me. i really missed my apartment. i'm over it now. i've adjusted to living in the house now. i've been doing a lot of painting. the ceiling, the stair case walls, kitchen, and soon the 2nd bedroom. i tell ya its a lot of work. i've been under a lot of stress these past 2 months. i had to deal with a lot of paper work with the home buying thing, i haven't smoked a cigarette in 13 days, and now i have to go into surgery this thursday. it requires anesthesia and i'm not too fond of the idea. so my mind is in a limbo right now i'm so irritable at times. i'm just taking it one step at a time....

well, closing didn't happen on the 24th. theres all kinds of crap going on with the lenders and the sellers and pratically almost every one thats involved with the house. i think i almost broke down yesterday. all i say is that they dig deep into your financial history, want every darn pay check stub and so forth and so forth. i really don't want to go through all that again. the funding for the house should go through on the 30th and we should be able to move in by friday since the seller is whining and getting mad about wanting to stay a couple more days. i guess the person that is selling the house is having title issues with the house that she is buying. i know we are pratically kicking her out, but dang, we signed a contract and they should have been out of there by the 24th.

i'm ready to get out of this hell hole. the stench from downstairs is getting bad and i don't think i can live here any longer. i complained to the office last week that some kind of awful smell is coming from the neighbors downstairs. i don't know what the hell that smell is but dang its nauseating. today my coworker/friend came to the house and instantly she could smell that shit half way to my door. she almost vomited.

anyway, hope all is well with y'all...toodles!

i'm a complete mess. i didn't know buying a house can be so stressful. we are closing in a couple of weeks and we still haven't packed. i wish i could afford professional movers and have them move all my crap to the new house. we are having a final walk through two weeks from now and we should be closing on the 24th. wish us luck! it's already in the high 80s here and moving in this weather is gonna be a bitch!

i can't wait to move from here. the guy down stairs is a complete idiot. he's a trouble maker. he likes to complain a lot. brian and i call him fat bastard. If you watched that movie 'austin powers' then you can imagine how that guy looks. i swear, there are some days you find him walking around in his boxer shorts and the fucked up thing about that is that he's as hairy as fucking monkey! so imagine that!

oh crap! i gotta go...OC is gonna show!!!

Winslow girls win 3A State Championship!

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basketball time is here. my dad is on his way into town at this very moment. its his yearly ritual. he comes here every year to stay for a few days. i hear this year the games are going to be held at the glendale arena. i think that's cool. it's way out in the middle of no where, but hey, its still cool.

well, we've made the biggest decision in our lives. i think i mentioned a couple of blogs ago that i was experiencing a lot of anxiety and wondering if we were making the right decision. i honestly think we did make the right decision. we made an offer on a house yesterday and today we found out that they accepted our offer. today we paid the earnest deposit and now our cashier's check is probably sitting at the title office. we made an offer on a two bedroom, 1.75 bath, two level town home. its beautiful with all the right upgrades. it has parque wood flooring through out. another cool feature is the granite counters and new cabinets in the kitchen. it's a beauty! the only downside is that i really don't like the patio area. its not so private like i want it to be. i want to barbeque in seclusion. i think we might hire some contractors or something. the current walls in the patio area are like about 6 feet high. if i tiptoe i can probably see on the other side of someones patio. also the entrance to the patio is a sorry looking gate with no lock. we definitly need to fix that, but other than that everything looks aok. i'm still in shock. i have all these thoughts in my head about what color of paint i could use to what kind of furniture i could buy. we made offers on 2 other homes, but got rejected on the first and on the second one we are considered only a backup offer. my broker and realtor are so cool. i found them with a lot of researching on the internet. they are both navajo and basically they will hold your hand through the whole process of home buying. i don't think brian and i would have gone this far with out them. i appreciate them and hope that they can help more natives out there. if you would like to go to one of their 1st time home buyers classes here is the info:

First Time Home Buyer's Class at the Phoenix Indian Center
Taught by Tess Robinson - Native American Lender & Bo Morales-Summey - Native American Realtor who are working to assist all Native Americans in the Phoenix area to get out of the rental status and into their own home. Classes held the second Thursdays of each month at the Phoenix Indian Center - 2nd Floor, Classroom (To be determined). For more information and to RSVP, contact Tess at (480) 228-2276 or Bo at (480) 220-6899

you can also see pics of them here.

i can honestly say that brian and i were getting discouraged. we had a hard time looking for a home. i mean the market is crazy. homes are going like crazy. they'd be out in the market for only a day or two and somebody will always make a quick offer on them. these days you can't view a home and decide that you want to sleep on it, you just can't, the next day the house will be gone. so, don't get discouraged, be patient, and that home will come to you. i think of it this way, those first two homes that i wanted so bad just weren't for us. there was a reason why we didn't get them. we ended up with something just as nice. i guess the third time is always a charm!!!!

I really hate when company comes into town. They said they were staying for 3 days. They ended up staying 7. We became a holiday inn. Towels were being used like crazy, toilet paper became scarce, my personal space was being violated, food was being hoarded and gobbled up while we were away at work, and a little 2 year was spilling soda all over my carpet. Bleh!!!!

Oh.... p.s. i went to see some monster trucks (monster jam). I thought it was wickedly wild, LOOOOUUUUUUDDDDDD, and COOL!!