As I was leaving my house at lunch time to come back to work, I bent down to get the end of Desoto's tether, just as he came charging up behind me. My face collided with his head so hard that it knocked us both down. I literally saw stars as I was lying on the ground trying not to throw up. Desoto didn't look visably injured, but now I have a bruise the size of a hand on my cheek. It bruised and swelled in about 5 minutes. Why does everything have to be on my face?
The woman who owned the house that I made an offer on came back with a counter offer, which I rejected and then I made an offer on the other house I saw that I liked better. So, I am off to meet with my banker to find out if they will give me enough money to buy this house. This whole house buying business is very stressful, but if everything goes well today, I might be a home owner soon. Or did I just jinx myself?
The only part of this whole process that I have enjoyed is going through the houses. I love seeing the choices that people make in decorating ideas, colours and furniture choices. I also enjoy making fun of them. Some people have very strange ideas about what colours look good together, or what colours to paint. I was in one house where every single wall in the entire house was covered in floral wallpaper. EVERY SINGLE ROOM was done in a different floral pattern. I had to go back to the house and take my mother with me because she didn't believe me that someone would do that. Another house had a bright orange dining room. Bright, pumpkin orange and then a dark green living room. Very strange. I have also seen some beautifully decorated homes that I wanted to take pictures of so that I could do my house the exact same.
That is one thing that I am looking forward to doing when I am finally settled somewhere - painting. I like painting, it relaxes me. And nothing makes a house feel cleaner and brighter than fresh paint. I already have colours picked out for some of the rooms. I can see in my head how its going to look when its all done, and so far it looks pretty good. Now, I just have to get it. Cross your fingers. Even my hysteria has calmed down somewhat since I switched to this house. That must be a sign that the other one wasn't the right one.
Official Birthday Countdown: 7 days until my birthday!
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
I can't believe I just did that
I made an offer on a house. Now I am freaking out. Holy crap, what if they actually accept it! Then I am going to have to buy this house. I am going to be in debt a lot of money. Being in debt doesn't really bother me, having accepted that it is they way I will likely spend most of my life, but being in debt for like a hundred thousand dollars makes me want to vomit. I have been sitting at my desk all day alternating between severe nausea and wanting to pass out. Oh My God, what have I done. What if this is not the right house for me? What if the right house is one I just haven't seen yet? What if this house is going to be nothing but a huge disasterous money pit? What if my neighbors suck? What if I won't be happy in this house? Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh.
Don't get me wrong, its a nice house. It has a nice kitchen with a skylight - not that I actually cook or anything, but I go to the kitchen to use the coffee maker. It has a big, fenced in yard for the dog to play in, it's close to my work so that I can walk there and come home for lunch, it has hardwood floors and 2 bathrooms. There is nothing wrong with this house, well except the roof - that needs to be fixed, but I know that already. The house is fine, its me that has the problems.
I just don't know if I am prepared for this. I have always liked the illusion that I could pick up and take off at a moments notice. Not that I would, in reality. I have a decent job, I have bills to pay and a dog. Realistically, it is past time for me to settle into my own place, stop moving around so much and basically act my age. Crap, I really miss my twenties when I could act like a child and be irresponsible. Being in your thirties SUCKS! I don't want to buy a house.
I kind of do want to buy a house. I really want to live somewhere with my own furniture and my own dishes and my own stuff. I want to lie on the couch all day on Sunday and watch tv if I want - not that I can because the dog would get kind of upset if he didn't get to go for a walk. I want to leave clothes on the floor and books piled on every surface, just because I can if I feel like it and not feel like my stuff is in someone's way. I don't want to have to explain to someone that I am eating popcorn for supper again because I want to and no, I don't want you to cook something for me. I am tired of living with other people and just want to be alone. I want my own house, I just don't want the debt, responsibility or the restrictions that come with it.
After my realtor put in the offer, I had one other house that I had made an appointment to go and see, and I LIKE IT BETTER. Except that I am not sure that I really like it better or if I am just looking for an excuse to not buy this house. My god, by the time I do buy a house, I will be insane and won't be able to live there as I will be living in a padded cell.
I am in dire need of medication.
Official Birthday Countdown: 8 days until my birthday.
Maybe someone will give me a house.
Don't get me wrong, its a nice house. It has a nice kitchen with a skylight - not that I actually cook or anything, but I go to the kitchen to use the coffee maker. It has a big, fenced in yard for the dog to play in, it's close to my work so that I can walk there and come home for lunch, it has hardwood floors and 2 bathrooms. There is nothing wrong with this house, well except the roof - that needs to be fixed, but I know that already. The house is fine, its me that has the problems.
I just don't know if I am prepared for this. I have always liked the illusion that I could pick up and take off at a moments notice. Not that I would, in reality. I have a decent job, I have bills to pay and a dog. Realistically, it is past time for me to settle into my own place, stop moving around so much and basically act my age. Crap, I really miss my twenties when I could act like a child and be irresponsible. Being in your thirties SUCKS! I don't want to buy a house.
I kind of do want to buy a house. I really want to live somewhere with my own furniture and my own dishes and my own stuff. I want to lie on the couch all day on Sunday and watch tv if I want - not that I can because the dog would get kind of upset if he didn't get to go for a walk. I want to leave clothes on the floor and books piled on every surface, just because I can if I feel like it and not feel like my stuff is in someone's way. I don't want to have to explain to someone that I am eating popcorn for supper again because I want to and no, I don't want you to cook something for me. I am tired of living with other people and just want to be alone. I want my own house, I just don't want the debt, responsibility or the restrictions that come with it.
After my realtor put in the offer, I had one other house that I had made an appointment to go and see, and I LIKE IT BETTER. Except that I am not sure that I really like it better or if I am just looking for an excuse to not buy this house. My god, by the time I do buy a house, I will be insane and won't be able to live there as I will be living in a padded cell.
I am in dire need of medication.
Official Birthday Countdown: 8 days until my birthday.
Maybe someone will give me a house.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
American Pie
I am fascinated by politics. I think its becasue I come from a family that has always been involved in the political process and I grew up hearing,"If you don't vote, you don't have the right to complain," one of my father's favorite sayings. I especially love American politics. I love watching American elections, mainly for 2 reasons. One, American politics are so much more flamboyant than Canadian and two, because being Canadian, I am safely removed, so that if the wrong one wins, he is not going to be the leader of my country.
I am feverently hoping that John Kerry wins this election. I think that he will be the better president and I think that George Bush is a woman-hating war monger who couldn't find his ass with both hands and a flashlight. I think that the whole Bush family needs to go back to Texas and stay there where they cannot do any more damage. Especially those twins, they get on my nerves.
But one thing about this election is really making me angry. There is so much focus on the war in Iraq and the war on terror, that so many important issues are being ignored. How can these politicans justify spending billions of dollars looking for non-exsistant weapons when there are millions of americans without basic health care? When millions of children live in poverty and go to bed hungry at night? When public schools don't have the money for the most basic arts and music programs because the government has cut their budgets to the bone? When laws that would protect our environment are not passed so that giant, billion dollar industries don't have to implement measures that might cost them a little bit of the huge profits they make every year? Why aren't these issues the most important ones in this election?
Two things about these elections that I do like - Jon Stewart and his commentaries, which I think are right on, and the Rock the Vote campaign. In this day and age, when more people watch Entertainment Tonight than the evening news, I like that celebrities are taking the time to record these PSA's encouraging people to get off their asses and vote. I am sure that I am not the only woman who would do pretty much anything that Benicio del Toro told me to do. Although having Paris Hilton encourage people to vote is a little disturbing since you know she doesn't have the first clue about the issues, or pretty much anything else.
So I will be watching the elections results next week, along with most of the world, hoping that the Democrats win and that Teresa Heinz is the next first lady - she's a hoot.
Official Birthday Countdown: 9 days until my birthday!
I am feverently hoping that John Kerry wins this election. I think that he will be the better president and I think that George Bush is a woman-hating war monger who couldn't find his ass with both hands and a flashlight. I think that the whole Bush family needs to go back to Texas and stay there where they cannot do any more damage. Especially those twins, they get on my nerves.
But one thing about this election is really making me angry. There is so much focus on the war in Iraq and the war on terror, that so many important issues are being ignored. How can these politicans justify spending billions of dollars looking for non-exsistant weapons when there are millions of americans without basic health care? When millions of children live in poverty and go to bed hungry at night? When public schools don't have the money for the most basic arts and music programs because the government has cut their budgets to the bone? When laws that would protect our environment are not passed so that giant, billion dollar industries don't have to implement measures that might cost them a little bit of the huge profits they make every year? Why aren't these issues the most important ones in this election?
Two things about these elections that I do like - Jon Stewart and his commentaries, which I think are right on, and the Rock the Vote campaign. In this day and age, when more people watch Entertainment Tonight than the evening news, I like that celebrities are taking the time to record these PSA's encouraging people to get off their asses and vote. I am sure that I am not the only woman who would do pretty much anything that Benicio del Toro told me to do. Although having Paris Hilton encourage people to vote is a little disturbing since you know she doesn't have the first clue about the issues, or pretty much anything else.
So I will be watching the elections results next week, along with most of the world, hoping that the Democrats win and that Teresa Heinz is the next first lady - she's a hoot.
Official Birthday Countdown: 9 days until my birthday!
Monday, October 25, 2004
Colleen Jones will be calling me...
I learned to curl yesterday. And I didn't fall down, not even once.
My friend Liane decided that we were going to learn to curl (she has a bad habit of deciding that "we" are going to learn things) because her 3 kids curl and she spends hours in the curling rink anyway, so she might as well know what she is doing. They have a Newbie League on Sunday afternoons where they teach you the basics. I was a little apprehensive since the closest I have come to curling is watching the Briar on tv and changing the channel because it was boring. It is a lot harder than it looks on tv. And how do the women curl in those little pleated skirts?
You have to have good balance - which I do not. I can't even stand on one foot without falling over (this is not an exageration, I actually cannot do this). And you need to have a light grip on the rock, which I can't seem to do. I have a death grip on the rock which means sometimes I can't get my hand off fast enough and the rock moves about 3 feet. Apparently using the rock to hold yourself up is not it's purpose. Who knew? And I haven't got the knack of judging the weight - my first rock bounced off the other end, then my next 4 or 5 didn't even make it over the hog line. And to think of all these things at the same time - no, not in the forseeable future. Towards the end of the afternoon, our instructor would stand at the other end and put her broom where she wanted us to aim. Where I want the rock to go bears no relation to where the rock actually goes. Its a mystery where its going to end up every time I release.
I learned that sweeping is not fun. Trying to go quickly down the ice without falling is hard enough, but add in sweeping, looking at the rock so you sweep in front of it but don't hit it or the other persons broom is a near impossible combination. Too bad I don't know enough to be a skip, the skip hardly ever sweeps.
It was a lot of fun, and I learned a lot. Especially terms that I had heard before but never knew what they meant. So I will be going back next Sunday to learn some more.
Oh, and my last rock of the day landed right in the button. I totally meant to do that.
Official Birthday Countdown: 10 days until my birthday!
My friend Liane decided that we were going to learn to curl (she has a bad habit of deciding that "we" are going to learn things) because her 3 kids curl and she spends hours in the curling rink anyway, so she might as well know what she is doing. They have a Newbie League on Sunday afternoons where they teach you the basics. I was a little apprehensive since the closest I have come to curling is watching the Briar on tv and changing the channel because it was boring. It is a lot harder than it looks on tv. And how do the women curl in those little pleated skirts?
You have to have good balance - which I do not. I can't even stand on one foot without falling over (this is not an exageration, I actually cannot do this). And you need to have a light grip on the rock, which I can't seem to do. I have a death grip on the rock which means sometimes I can't get my hand off fast enough and the rock moves about 3 feet. Apparently using the rock to hold yourself up is not it's purpose. Who knew? And I haven't got the knack of judging the weight - my first rock bounced off the other end, then my next 4 or 5 didn't even make it over the hog line. And to think of all these things at the same time - no, not in the forseeable future. Towards the end of the afternoon, our instructor would stand at the other end and put her broom where she wanted us to aim. Where I want the rock to go bears no relation to where the rock actually goes. Its a mystery where its going to end up every time I release.
I learned that sweeping is not fun. Trying to go quickly down the ice without falling is hard enough, but add in sweeping, looking at the rock so you sweep in front of it but don't hit it or the other persons broom is a near impossible combination. Too bad I don't know enough to be a skip, the skip hardly ever sweeps.
It was a lot of fun, and I learned a lot. Especially terms that I had heard before but never knew what they meant. So I will be going back next Sunday to learn some more.
Oh, and my last rock of the day landed right in the button. I totally meant to do that.
Official Birthday Countdown: 10 days until my birthday!
Friday, October 22, 2004
Going home
I have just been told by my boss to go home. Apparently my co-workers do not enjoy my constant sneezing, nose-blowing and coughing. Not that I blame them, I am quite germy and gross at the moment. The only good thing to come out of this nasty sickness is that I have now lost about 16lbs since I got sick. 3 cheers for being too sick to eat.
Desoto took off yesterday. I put him outside to go to the bathroom and turned my back for a couple of minutes and he was gone. I was totally freaking out and was getting ready to get dressed and go look for him, when a lady arrived with her dog and Desoto. Apparently Desoto had been at her house, so she took both dogs for a walk and then brought him home. I have no idea how she knew where I lived, but what a nice thing to do. As soon as I figure out where they live I am going to bring them dog treats for being so nice.
I am joining a curling league. It is for beginners and it starts on Sunday. Never having curled before, I hope I don't make a total ass of myself.
Official Birthday Countdown: 15 days until my birthday!
Desoto took off yesterday. I put him outside to go to the bathroom and turned my back for a couple of minutes and he was gone. I was totally freaking out and was getting ready to get dressed and go look for him, when a lady arrived with her dog and Desoto. Apparently Desoto had been at her house, so she took both dogs for a walk and then brought him home. I have no idea how she knew where I lived, but what a nice thing to do. As soon as I figure out where they live I am going to bring them dog treats for being so nice.
I am joining a curling league. It is for beginners and it starts on Sunday. Never having curled before, I hope I don't make a total ass of myself.
Official Birthday Countdown: 15 days until my birthday!
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Out of the fog
I have now sufficiently recovered from my many and varied illnesses to be coherent enough to write something. I have been suffering from what started as a cold and then turned into a sinus infection, strep throat and bronchitis. On top of that, I have suddenly developed rosacea, which according to my dermatologist was simmering under the surface and brought out by all these infections and illnesses. And it will never go away, there is no cure and will only worsen over time. Great. Pretty soon I am going to look like W.C. Fields. Why couldn't it be on my ass, which I never look at and nobody else ever sees, why does it have to be on my face? I am going to have a serious talk with my parents because their union has produced at least one genetically weak child (I could point out a few things about my brother and sister, but since I want presents at Christmas, I will restrain myself). Of all the heriditary traits I coud have inherited, like height, long legs, or a genius IQ, I get short legs, asthma, hay fever, skin cancer prone skin and rosacea. Thanks guys.
Official Birthday Countdown: 16 days until my birthday!
Official Birthday Countdown: 16 days until my birthday!
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