Saturday, November 15, 2008


We are just busily waiting. And waiting. Then we do some more waiting. It's all very exciting, I tell you. The hold up is the closing date. We had to change the suggested closing date due to Matt's travel schedule, and are waiting for the bank to agree to our suggested date. We are also hoping the lister actually turned in the changes - it seems she "forgets" sometimes. Also, the bank is not working at a speed that I wish they would. Apparently, my nervous energy means nothing to them. I just don't understand.

To make matters worse, we didn't win the lottery! How dare they not pull our numbers! I mean pfffffftt! Matt says it means we have to go back to being "Poor-ionaires" since we had foolishly convinced ourselves that we would be millionaires tomorrow. I guess that means I should do laundry tomorrow so I have clean clothes to go to work on Monday.


Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Found it!
Made an offer on it. Bank counter-offered.
We accepted.
Closing Dec 12 .

Don't mind the drunk girl dancing in the streets its just lil 'o me.

It's not perfect. It needs a good scrub, and some basic TLC. (flooring, paint, possibly appliances) Oddly it also needs door knobs on damn-near every door in the place.

Yeh. I have no idea either. Any thoughts?

Anyway, it's a 3 level 2400sqft townhome. It's not our dream home but it will do for a good long time. Actually, I can't say I even know what my dream home would be. I guess I'll know it when I find it.

Now, if only I wasn't so horribly worried about the economy - I would be hooting and dancing in the streets at the same time.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Holding Breath, Face Blue

This 2008 election, I voted for the very first time. I'm now a registered voter for the very first time in my life. I do not hang my head in shame for never registering and voting before - it was a decision I made for reasons that are my own. It is my right - whether you agree with it or not.

Yet, for once I feel strongly enough to pay attention not only to the candidates but also the agendas. For once, someone made me want to pay attention to the gibberish that was coming out of a politicians mouth. A politician made me want to vote.

So here I am, on the edge of my seat demanding that my candidate win purely because I voted. (it makes perfect sense to me) Here I am hoping my candidate wins and uses my vote wisely to turn this country around. I admit it, I'm a nervous wreck. This may be worse than watching the Buccaneers play. I will need Tequila.