Not too much. Went to Defensive Driving all day Saturday. There are some incredibly stupid people on the road. Not just unsafe. Hell, anyone who has been in a car with me might point a finger my way (I'm not unsafe, I just have a hard time staying focused). I mean seriously stupid people.
Looked at a couple of houses with Jon-David. I have to say he is a bit of a bummer. Mr. Reality. Oh, look this house has foundation problems, that house's roof is falling in. blah blah blah. (Kidding, he actually does look with a critical eye which some might consider to be a good thing).
Went to a friend's birthday party. Open Bar! It was my friend Sandi Cox (you might remember I went to Vegas with her a few years ago.) That was lots of fun, well, maybe too much fun.
Sunday I did last minute touch up work on the house. Fell asleep at about 6:30 and didnt' wake up until this morning at about 7am.
I went up to school today and met Kent (by accident, I didn't know he was going to be there) and his wife, and daughter. Very nice. I think he will do great. May not even need to give him a nickname. wink wink. : )
Monday, July 10, 2006
And then the rain comes . . .
Not real rain. Figurative. Remember the idiot guy RICHARD GOMEZ with AFTERHOURS GLASS - Run if you ever see him. I got a phone call from the title company today telling me that oh, yes, it does matter that he has filed a lien against my house, and he MUST sign a release of lien to get it removed. I call him to request said release since he has no shot in hell of ever getting money out of me (he'd better not!) and he tells me he wants to go to court. What?????? His lawyer told him to do it and that he could win in court. spectacular. So, now I have to get a lawyer. The house can still close, but his little $1300 suit will hold $2000 of my money in escrow for TWO years. I WANT BLOOD.
So, I don't know what is going to happen with him, but I'm fairly certain any lawyer I hire is going to cost more than the stupid lien. GRRRRRRR
So, I don't know what is going to happen with him, but I'm fairly certain any lawyer I hire is going to cost more than the stupid lien. GRRRRRRR
Friday, July 7, 2006
. . . And God smiles down on me . . . I think
I got up bright and early to help my friend Ann make a gazillion dollars at her garage sale. I got to her house before 7am and these four guys that were already skulking about in the alley waiting for the 8am opening of the sale tried to edge their way in behind me! By 10am most of the stuff was gone! In the meantime I began trading phone calls with Ms Nelson.
She was supposed to hear back from the mortgage company regarding the appraisal by noon. At 1pm I called and left a message saying I understood the mortgage company was the hold up, but I needed to get the house on the market, so I would appreciate it if she could get the form completed to terminate the contract.
She called me back a little bit later, said she understood and that she had a call in to the mortgage company and her buyer. She said that she had explained to the buyer that I had conveyed my inability to sell my home for $188,000.
She called late this afternoon to tell me the appraisal came back the same. (Go figure.) She had spoken with her buyer, and he had a call into the mortgage company to make sure they would loan the full amount because he did still want the house and she would send an amendment regarding the new closing date. I said I had to close by Wednesday.
Well . . . sure enough . . . the amendment arrived via email and the only change is the date of closing not the price of the house. . . holy cow, batman!!! Another reminder to leave things in God's hands.
To return me to Earth, I have defensive driving in the morning from 9-3pm yuck. Perhaps I can practice my deep breathing. "OM" is supposed to be very therapeutic. Might even help to get rid of the eye tick.
Now, if I can remember to put a few more areas of my life in His hands, that would be a really good thing.
She was supposed to hear back from the mortgage company regarding the appraisal by noon. At 1pm I called and left a message saying I understood the mortgage company was the hold up, but I needed to get the house on the market, so I would appreciate it if she could get the form completed to terminate the contract.
She called me back a little bit later, said she understood and that she had a call in to the mortgage company and her buyer. She said that she had explained to the buyer that I had conveyed my inability to sell my home for $188,000.
She called late this afternoon to tell me the appraisal came back the same. (Go figure.) She had spoken with her buyer, and he had a call into the mortgage company to make sure they would loan the full amount because he did still want the house and she would send an amendment regarding the new closing date. I said I had to close by Wednesday.
Well . . . sure enough . . . the amendment arrived via email and the only change is the date of closing not the price of the house. . . holy cow, batman!!! Another reminder to leave things in God's hands.
To return me to Earth, I have defensive driving in the morning from 9-3pm yuck. Perhaps I can practice my deep breathing. "OM" is supposed to be very therapeutic. Might even help to get rid of the eye tick.
Now, if I can remember to put a few more areas of my life in His hands, that would be a really good thing.
Thursday, July 6, 2006
I'm getting an eye tick
I'm not kidding. I am cranky as hell and totally stressed out.
I've been exchanging calls with Ms. Nelson all day. The mortgage company is run by incompetents near as I can tell. She swears that she is trying to get them to at least tell us what the final appraisal is. They can't seem to figure out where it is. I spoke to the appraiser and got her to atleast tell me that she did respond to the mortgage company re: comps. By the way, the company of incompetents is Citimortgage. Run away from them.
In the meantime did I mention that Kent, soon to be newspaper adviser at HP, seems to be a wee bit worried about housing. Admittedly he has a desire to live in HP for a small amount of money adding a bit of difficulty to the search. So, I was unable to stop myself from saying sure I'll help you find an apartment. I just have to keep the boy from bailing on the job.
I ran errands all day yesterday. Looked at a couple of houses just to torture myself. Saw my friend Burgundy who happens to also do massage therapy. By yesterday afternoon many parts of my body were stiff and in pain, she was the girl for the job! Next time you find yourself in need give me a hollar. I'll give you her info. Then I headed over to pick up Mom and Dad from the airport at 6: something. Plane didn't arrive until after 9pm. Apparently some woman got herself booted off the plane, so they had to leave their spot in take-off line, return to the gate, wait for one to open and then dump said person off.
Sadly the stress reduction effects of the massage were decreasing expotentionally as I sat there contemplating the chaos that is my life.
Started critiquing yearbooks today. I enjoy getting to see what other schools are doing, but it is a total whipping. Takes forever and I'm about to run out of time for doing it. While I did that, Jon-David went over to my house and mowed. Thank you, thank you. In the meantime Dad had a hissy about the fact I had his dolly and his extension cord. The man is crazed about his dolly. Did I mention he found it on the side of the road somewhere? He didn't even buy it. But man does he fear losing it. The extension cord apparently has strange meaning for him too.
I missed a call from MaryBeth this afternoon, and now I am really ready to chew nails. Talked to Fran . . . I think she could chew nails too. Beware of the MDH . . . Moise, Dugas, Hereford. . . I think I've mentioned the line of women in my family before. . . Not to be messed with. . . especially when cranky.
P.S. This was submitted via email. Learned something new today. How bout that. Worked, but appears with the spacing all messed up. Grrrr.
Good news, MB called back : ) She just might be able to eat nails too.
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
WHAT WAS I THINKING?????
My keister is bruised, I have a rasberry down the side of my right calf and there are several blisters on my feet!
First I didn't sleep last night. I mean I was awake all freaking night. Mostly thinking about the stupid house situation. Spent a little time analyzing what a bone head I am to buy new roller skates and plan to skate in the parade after not having skates for a couple of years. (Couple is being used loosely here . . . might be closer to half a dozen . . . or so. So I fretted about how to handle the sale of the current casa and options on buying a new one. Sadly, it's not as if I arrived in the morning ready to start my day with burning eyes and solutions to my problems. I just got the burning eyes.
At any rate, got up this morning, put on the 4th of July requisite colors of R, W and B, then headed over to Randy and Diana's. Randy loves being in the parade, so every year he signs up and whoever wishes to join the group rides, walks, roller skates whatever in the parade with him and Diana. I put on my spankin new roller skates, and the new protective wear for the wrists and knees. I'd like to add this protective wear even had a space for a cell phone . . . to enable one to call for medical attention when necessary I'm quite certain. Randy had already headed over to begin the fellowship part of the morning, and Diana and I followed. (She was on her bike.)
I managed to fall TWICE before even getting to the senior high where the parade route began. The first time I landed on my right leg causing the previously mentioned rasberry that hurts like the very devil. The second time I was skating off the sidewalk to the street on one of those corner ramps and my skates went out from under me. I landed on my butt so hard I felt it up my spine. My teeth rattled. I cursed.
Made it to the senior high without killing myself, barely. I said hi to Pam's brother-in-law, Patrick. He was the man in charge of the parade (policewise that is). Not as excited about it as others I might add. When I saw him Sunday, he was telling me about the candy that people throw that gets left behind. I think some kid, after the parade, darted out and got hit by a car trying to grab candy in the street. It's not my place to ask where the kid's mother was, but I ask you where was the kids mother? father? uncle? anybody? At any rate, I felt a compulsion through the whole parade to keep picking up candy I found left in the road. I can hardly remain vertical, and I'm picking up candy. geeezz.
The parade began at 9:30am and we hit the end of the route at about 11am. Thank heavens Randy's daughter Cindy was waiting for us with her ac'd minivan. (Her son had ridden his scooter in the parade, and Rusty, Randy's son rode his bike which got a flat tire right before the final turn!)
Jon-David had called earlier to ask me to borrow one of Dad's extention cords, since I packed all of them up, so he could do the lawn. Isn't that sweet? I was happy to oblige. I took said extention cord to him, (Thanks Dad.) and promptly left so that I could take a shower!
I am now clean. I knew that I had to write in the blog before putting my wee head down for a nap. Please take a moment to feel sorry for me and my wounds, and then have a happy fourth of July or whatever day you are having by the time you get around to reading this. I'm going to sleep.
First I didn't sleep last night. I mean I was awake all freaking night. Mostly thinking about the stupid house situation. Spent a little time analyzing what a bone head I am to buy new roller skates and plan to skate in the parade after not having skates for a couple of years. (Couple is being used loosely here . . . might be closer to half a dozen . . . or so. So I fretted about how to handle the sale of the current casa and options on buying a new one. Sadly, it's not as if I arrived in the morning ready to start my day with burning eyes and solutions to my problems. I just got the burning eyes.
At any rate, got up this morning, put on the 4th of July requisite colors of R, W and B, then headed over to Randy and Diana's. Randy loves being in the parade, so every year he signs up and whoever wishes to join the group rides, walks, roller skates whatever in the parade with him and Diana. I put on my spankin new roller skates, and the new protective wear for the wrists and knees. I'd like to add this protective wear even had a space for a cell phone . . . to enable one to call for medical attention when necessary I'm quite certain. Randy had already headed over to begin the fellowship part of the morning, and Diana and I followed. (She was on her bike.)
I managed to fall TWICE before even getting to the senior high where the parade route began. The first time I landed on my right leg causing the previously mentioned rasberry that hurts like the very devil. The second time I was skating off the sidewalk to the street on one of those corner ramps and my skates went out from under me. I landed on my butt so hard I felt it up my spine. My teeth rattled. I cursed.
Made it to the senior high without killing myself, barely. I said hi to Pam's brother-in-law, Patrick. He was the man in charge of the parade (policewise that is). Not as excited about it as others I might add. When I saw him Sunday, he was telling me about the candy that people throw that gets left behind. I think some kid, after the parade, darted out and got hit by a car trying to grab candy in the street. It's not my place to ask where the kid's mother was, but I ask you where was the kids mother? father? uncle? anybody? At any rate, I felt a compulsion through the whole parade to keep picking up candy I found left in the road. I can hardly remain vertical, and I'm picking up candy. geeezz.
The parade began at 9:30am and we hit the end of the route at about 11am. Thank heavens Randy's daughter Cindy was waiting for us with her ac'd minivan. (Her son had ridden his scooter in the parade, and Rusty, Randy's son rode his bike which got a flat tire right before the final turn!)
Jon-David had called earlier to ask me to borrow one of Dad's extention cords, since I packed all of them up, so he could do the lawn. Isn't that sweet? I was happy to oblige. I took said extention cord to him, (Thanks Dad.) and promptly left so that I could take a shower!
I am now clean. I knew that I had to write in the blog before putting my wee head down for a nap. Please take a moment to feel sorry for me and my wounds, and then have a happy fourth of July or whatever day you are having by the time you get around to reading this. I'm going to sleep.
Monday, July 3, 2006
The girl without a home
As I sit here catching you up on my world, Jon-David and I are watching The American President with Michael Douglas and Annette Benning. It is a great movie. The internet connection I've been stealing has been sketchy all day, so I'm hoping nothing goes wrong. I'll be very annoyed if I type the whole thing, and then it deletes. That would be typical.
Last night I went over to Pam's parents house. Had a great time. Her nephew, Tommy, was baptised Saturday, so his paternal grandparents and aunts and uncles were in town. As always, it was a great time at the Landry homestead. (Mr. Landry always lets me dip into his Crown Royal when I visit.) I planned on leaving at a timely hour 8 or so, but hung out until 10 or so. I could hang out with them all night.
Funny note: Tommy's father, Patrick works for the Plano Police Dept. (Some of you might remember, years ago he let me ride with him one night on patrol. very cool.) At any rate, I was kvetching about the fabulous officer Yanelli, he who gives me speeding tickets as if he had GPS on my ass, and Patrick tells me he is now Yanelli's boss. When asked to get the fine Officer Y to stop giving me tickets, Patrick, that hard ass, told me to stop speeding. Thpppllllttttt. (sound to accompany the tongue sticking out)
Pam had to leave this morning, so I'm bummed that I didn't get to see her for longer, but maybe I can get my act together at some point and get out to Flo-ri-da to visit again.
I got up this morning and set about getting my many errands done. I managed to buy a sunshade for the car, get the car inspected, took care of paying the Plano Police Dept for the opportunity to take defensive driving, dealt with Cingular, got myself a new pair of roller skates and, last, but not least, I got a manicure and pedicure. About time. The nails were a mess.
As a side note, I tried to return some mattress covers that I didn't use to STORAGEUSA. DO NOT USE THIS COMPANY. They told me that even though I had a receipt for something I had never used, they didn't take returns!!!!!!!!!!! (Please insert many dirty words here.)
Tomorrow I shall get up at the crack of dawn (7 or so) and put on my 4th of July outfit and rollerskate in the parade with Randy, balloon pilot extraordinaire, et al. It will be great exercise or early death. Could go either way.
I have 4 yearbooks I got about 2 weeks ago to critique, (been a little busy you know) so I also plan to critique a book a day and return them by the end of the week. Be sure to check in as the week goes by to see how I'm doin'!
I have no news on the house front. Drat these holiday weekends. I will be sure to update you as soon as I have some info.
Last night I went over to Pam's parents house. Had a great time. Her nephew, Tommy, was baptised Saturday, so his paternal grandparents and aunts and uncles were in town. As always, it was a great time at the Landry homestead. (Mr. Landry always lets me dip into his Crown Royal when I visit.) I planned on leaving at a timely hour 8 or so, but hung out until 10 or so. I could hang out with them all night.
Funny note: Tommy's father, Patrick works for the Plano Police Dept. (Some of you might remember, years ago he let me ride with him one night on patrol. very cool.) At any rate, I was kvetching about the fabulous officer Yanelli, he who gives me speeding tickets as if he had GPS on my ass, and Patrick tells me he is now Yanelli's boss. When asked to get the fine Officer Y to stop giving me tickets, Patrick, that hard ass, told me to stop speeding. Thpppllllttttt. (sound to accompany the tongue sticking out)
Pam had to leave this morning, so I'm bummed that I didn't get to see her for longer, but maybe I can get my act together at some point and get out to Flo-ri-da to visit again.
I got up this morning and set about getting my many errands done. I managed to buy a sunshade for the car, get the car inspected, took care of paying the Plano Police Dept for the opportunity to take defensive driving, dealt with Cingular, got myself a new pair of roller skates and, last, but not least, I got a manicure and pedicure. About time. The nails were a mess.
As a side note, I tried to return some mattress covers that I didn't use to STORAGEUSA. DO NOT USE THIS COMPANY. They told me that even though I had a receipt for something I had never used, they didn't take returns!!!!!!!!!!! (Please insert many dirty words here.)
Tomorrow I shall get up at the crack of dawn (7 or so) and put on my 4th of July outfit and rollerskate in the parade with Randy, balloon pilot extraordinaire, et al. It will be great exercise or early death. Could go either way.
I have 4 yearbooks I got about 2 weeks ago to critique, (been a little busy you know) so I also plan to critique a book a day and return them by the end of the week. Be sure to check in as the week goes by to see how I'm doin'!
I have no news on the house front. Drat these holiday weekends. I will be sure to update you as soon as I have some info.
Sunday, July 2, 2006
The Devil Wears Prada
After church this morning, Ann lured me away from . . . well, nothing . . . to go see The Devil Wears Prada. It was great. Although similiarly to Sex in the City, it made me want to eat less and buy more heels. Back at Mimi's I thought I'd update the blog before going over to the Landry's house. (Pam MacInnes is in town visiting her parents.)
Yesterday, Mimi worked like a dog helping me get the house cleaned. I steam cleaned the carpets, and I think it looks darn good. Jon-David and I went to DSW in the afternoon so he could get some new flip flop type shoes. Somehow 2 pairs of very cute flip flops found their way into my basket:)
My goal for today is to make sure that I have a list of EVERYTHING I need to get done this week. It is growing into a fairly impressive list. On the list is to contact Ms Nelson, real estate agent for my quasi-buyer and ask her if her client will be fishing or cutting bait. This is becoming tiresome to me. More to come soon.
Yesterday, Mimi worked like a dog helping me get the house cleaned. I steam cleaned the carpets, and I think it looks darn good. Jon-David and I went to DSW in the afternoon so he could get some new flip flop type shoes. Somehow 2 pairs of very cute flip flops found their way into my basket:)
My goal for today is to make sure that I have a list of EVERYTHING I need to get done this week. It is growing into a fairly impressive list. On the list is to contact Ms Nelson, real estate agent for my quasi-buyer and ask her if her client will be fishing or cutting bait. This is becoming tiresome to me. More to come soon.
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