Because this is so cute...
C was eating a pickle, and he'd taken two or three bites out of the side. He held it up and said "look! A rollercoaster! The boy goes here, and here, and here!"
okay, going to sleep now. Hope you all had a happy buy-flowers-and-chocolate day last week.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Sunday night, doing laundry...
Taking a break from housework 'cause my back hurts (yes I do housework) J showed me something really nifty.
Ryan, now that you're done with your cranes, you should start on this.
Let me get this straight - we're in desperate need of foreign language speakers in the armed forces, especially Middle Eastern languages, but the armed forces have fired more than 300 linguists because they don't like their sexual preferences??? It's crap like this that makes me think the American empire deserves to be taken off its pedestal.
A word to the wise: do not allow Civ 4 in your house.
Ryan, now that you're done with your cranes, you should start on this.
Let me get this straight - we're in desperate need of foreign language speakers in the armed forces, especially Middle Eastern languages, but the armed forces have fired more than 300 linguists because they don't like their sexual preferences??? It's crap like this that makes me think the American empire deserves to be taken off its pedestal.
A word to the wise: do not allow Civ 4 in your house.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
I'm NOT getting excited. I'm NOT.
Or at least I'm trying not to.
We assumed that the house went up for auction on January 10th. I cancelled the insurance policy effective that date, and we went about our daily lives.
Got a letter from the mortgage company saying "hey, you don't have insurance on your house, what's the deal?" So I called them. I informed them that as far as _I_ knew, we didn't OWN the house anymore. They looked up the info and said well, no, actually, maybe the judge's docket was full or something, but it's still listed in active foreclosure....
Whatever. Told them we didn't want the house. Had been trying to sell it. They were welcome to it.
Got a letter from a woman in town who made sure to mention that she wasn't an investment buyer, she just wanted to know if she could buy our house, she was a local person. I called her on a whim.
Today, handed her a signed contract of intent to sell; we're waiting on the mortgage company's lawyers to give us the payoff amount, and then (assuming she doesn't find anything horrible about the house between now & then) we'll go to closing. She's paying off everything - fees, taxes, etc. - we'll just walk away clean.
I'm not getting excited until I'm there at closing. I'm definitely not going to mention it to my parents; I'll just avoid all that BS. (I can hear my mother now... "shouldn't you try to get some money from it? You signed the contract??! Don't you think you should have a lawyer look at it first? Who are these people? " argh.)
I'm glad my husband takes good care of me. I'd be in a mental institution by now if he didn't. If I don't eat regularly I completely start to fall apart. I'd last eaten around noon, and it was 6:30pm, and I was at the 'fuck everything what's the point' stage.
Oh, and because we've cancelled our homeowner's insurance, we lost that discount, and our insurance payment has actually GONE UP. Wtf.
We assumed that the house went up for auction on January 10th. I cancelled the insurance policy effective that date, and we went about our daily lives.
Got a letter from the mortgage company saying "hey, you don't have insurance on your house, what's the deal?" So I called them. I informed them that as far as _I_ knew, we didn't OWN the house anymore. They looked up the info and said well, no, actually, maybe the judge's docket was full or something, but it's still listed in active foreclosure....
Whatever. Told them we didn't want the house. Had been trying to sell it. They were welcome to it.
Got a letter from a woman in town who made sure to mention that she wasn't an investment buyer, she just wanted to know if she could buy our house, she was a local person. I called her on a whim.
Today, handed her a signed contract of intent to sell; we're waiting on the mortgage company's lawyers to give us the payoff amount, and then (assuming she doesn't find anything horrible about the house between now & then) we'll go to closing. She's paying off everything - fees, taxes, etc. - we'll just walk away clean.
I'm not getting excited until I'm there at closing. I'm definitely not going to mention it to my parents; I'll just avoid all that BS. (I can hear my mother now... "shouldn't you try to get some money from it? You signed the contract??! Don't you think you should have a lawyer look at it first? Who are these people? " argh.)
I'm glad my husband takes good care of me. I'd be in a mental institution by now if he didn't. If I don't eat regularly I completely start to fall apart. I'd last eaten around noon, and it was 6:30pm, and I was at the 'fuck everything what's the point' stage.
Oh, and because we've cancelled our homeowner's insurance, we lost that discount, and our insurance payment has actually GONE UP. Wtf.
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