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Lets.Get.A.Little.Bit.Nerdy

Yes, I know my blog-postage has been less-than-stellar lately. It is a consequence of this pain-in-my-side (why am I using so many dashes today?), called "buying a house". And if you just thought to yourself, "Holy crap, I haven't heard anything about NA buying a house?!" you are not alone my friends. The whole situation is on the down low, simply because the process is not going particularly smoothly (not on my end...the sellers are less-than-cooperative).

So, while I have been pulling my hair out, stalk-calling my realtor, and getting ready to enroll in a do-it-yourself roofing class...Chris decided it was time I take a weekend off of thinking about the house. And I am excited that it seems the Nerdy of Nerdy April is finally rubbing off on him. For instance he sent me this text on Friday, "Atlantis, we are waiting for wiener retrieval confirmation." This is in reference to my wiener dog, ok maybe that sounded bad. Read: "April, have you picked up your dog yet?"

Friday night we decided to go bowling, it was fun...until that part when I dropped the ball, not really in the lane, more like right next to the ball return thing. Classy.

Saturday was super hot, so we figured, why not go swimming? Of course Izzy tagged along sporting her brand new wiener flotation device (with Michael's GF Ms. L).



Then we met up with one of Chris's friends from school, Ms. B. to see Toy Story 3 (totally cute!). Here we are modelling those stylish/nerdy 3D glasses!



And finally, on the way home Chris decided to rock out to some Ke$ha? Wow, Chris, Wow.



And just for absolute adorable-ness....

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  1. Ugh! Good luck on the house stuff. I don't know what's going on, but it never seems to go smoothly. We bought a foreclosure, so we had to deal with a bank, in Washington. It took forever for our offers to go through each time. And the selling realtor worked in first gear the whole time. Hope it all gets settled soon, and let us know when you need help moving. ;-)

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  2. April, I hope all the house stuff goes okay. Sounds like a nightmare, but you are doing awesome and I can't believe that you are buying a house!! Congratulations on that. The bad part is it sound pretty permanent. Don't you know there are some great houses around here???

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