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Warning- ramblings of a crazy lady to follow....

Josh and I were talking last night about our plans for the future. We had been thinking that it was time to start the house-buying process. Now we're not so sure. I think we're putting things on hold for a little bit longer. I guess the better way to look at it is we're going to get a few things taken care of before we saddle ourselves with a mortgage. Josh will be gone for 2 weeks in August, which makes us both uneasy about taking on a big house payment right at the same time. We can only estimate at this point how much that's going to affect our financial situation for that month.

I need some dental work. Some being a whole lot. Like I still have my wisdom teeth, and need at least 2 root canals. And that's just the start of it. Doesn't help that I am completely and totally terrified of the dentist. We're talking panic-inducing fear. I mean, Josh is going to have to call for my appointments, because I just can't make myself do it. Even when I had an abscess a couple of years ago I didn't call the dentist. They just so happened to call to confirm an appointment for my brother and I took advantage of having them on the phone. Anyway, we don't have insurance, so as you can imagine this dental work is going to cost a whole heck of a lot.

Our car is in need of some repairs too. And new tires. Again, usually not cheap, especially when you have a foreign car. Although one of Josh's coworkers apparently wants to buy our car for his daughter next year. That could be a good thing, although not having our little Beetle is sort of hard to imagine.

I can't tell how I feel about anything. On one hand, I'm getting nervous about the whole home-buying process and want to spend all our savings on a trip to Paris. On the other hand, I can't stand being in an apartment one more day. The outcome will be somewhere in the middle- more waiting while we spend money on unexciting things that must be done.

This will sound ridiculous, but sometimes being crazy is just more than I can handle. I know, that sounds like an obvious understatement. Most the time I can manage my neuroses fine, but when these stressful things start weighing on me I just want to turn everything over to someone, anyone, else. I hate making decisions. Anyone in the business of running other people's lives? Cause I could use that right about now. In the meantime I just try to make sure I get time to vegetate and ask Josh for help right before I crack.