Lifes Like That

So after a couple of months of searching and doing a lot of research on different mortgage lenders, we were finally able to agree on one that we both liked and trusted and applied to have our very first mortgage. We wanted to be pre-approved before we made any decisions on whether to buy a house in our current neighborhood or whether to purchase our father in laws house. Once we get the approval (finger’s crossed) we will then make our final decision on which way to proceed. This is such an exciting time in our lives, but it’s so scary as well. Right now the trailer we live in is bought and paid for so having a mortgage hanging over our heads is a little scary. But if it means I get a house, then I guess I’m willing to pay the price.

And…this award goes to my husband. I have to say that in past years I have had a few people try to teach me how to drive. But out of all of them, my husband has to be the very worst student driver teacher I have ever come across. Even though I now do have my licence and have had them for about five years, he is still the worst passenger I can have in my car. He’s so bad that I absolutely refuse to drive with him at all. If we go anywhere (even in my car) I hand the keys over to him. I have tried to drive with him in the passenger seat and I swear to god that by the time we reach our destination I feel like heading back down the road to divorce court. So for the sake and sanctity of our marriage, when we go anywhere as I family I keep my butt firmly planted in the passenger seat.