The poll for slumberparty04 is still running and will continue to run for roughly another two weeks, so as to nail down location and date. If you think you want to attend, go check it out and vote. Next up on voting will be more specific location and general feedback. Feel free to ask questions or remark as desired.
I'm trying to figure out if I can make cookies and transport them with me that weekend, or if new airline restrictions regard cookies as deadly weapons. I'm really not up to date on the latest and greatest paranoia regarding air travel. I will have to leave my knitting, unfortunately, but on the other hand, I'm kind of bad at it, so maybe that's for the best. Also, I've been warned I'm not allowed to bring my shoe annex, which is depressing. Right, who needs to carry ten pairs of shoes around with them on a trip? Also, I understand that while heels are great for work, maybe not so much for extensive walking around. I'm looking at my shoes with a jaundiced eye--since I got the promotion, I haven't actually, er, *bought* flat anything. I don't think I even own a pair of tennis shoes anymore.
I worry about some of the most pointless things *ever*. This distracts me from useful worrying, like saving for a down payment on a long term residence and the really kind of scary temptation my sister is offering in regards to moving.
The Last Temptation
Really, this is really only interesting to me.
She and Husband are buying a house. To make mortagage payments easier on them, and because they know I want to move closer to Austin, they thought up the very bright idea of asking me to move in with them. Child will share a room with Niece, I get my own, and also, a house in a really pretty town much closer to Austin. The rent she'd charge is *really* tempting, and the house they're looking at is gorgeous. The clincher is the easy babysitting thing for both of us, and the Very Damn Close school for Child, which is large enough to have variety and small enough to be comfortable.
Actually, there's not much bad here, except for a few key things:
1.) My sister is more of a control freak than I am. This is quite literal. I'm passively controlling, and I tend to only do it with things that are worth the effort. Sister believes she has a mandate from God to help others live richer, fuller, more social lives, whether they want to or not. Usually, we can avoid each other, but sometimes, she takes it into her head to proactively go out and help me have a richer, fuller, more social life. If I wanted a richer, fuller, more social life, I'd take up stripping, and I told her that.
Let's say that I'm still feeling the aftershocks of that conversation. She also spends quality time speculating on whether or not I'm sleeping with my best friend.
2.) No matter how low, that's still money that could be going toward a mortgage downpayment.
3.) Yardwork. There's a reason I'm looking at condos in Austin. I'm only okay with yards that I have nothing to do with. Because if it is green and alive, I will make it brown and very dead. Ivy and cactus and hermit crabs, all dead by my hands. I can kill *rocks*, people.
4.) Mortgage, mortgage, mortgage.
5.) Packing up all the stuff I have now. Dear God.
So close. I am late, but it is *so close*.
I can do this.