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As I type this, I’m on hold with AT&T. In fact, this phone call is crossing the 20-minute-and-4-representatives mark. First, it was Kaia at AT&T U-verse; then Pen or Penny at AT&T wireless; Jeneanne was next; and now I have Ashley on the line. Oh, it’s really a party up in here; Melinda’s just joined us on the line. That’s five. Five people to go through for a simple task - I want to bundle my wireless and cable/internet services on one bill. One company, one bill. Sounds simple, but apparently, if you’re AT&T, it is not.
I was sort of gung-ho about AT&T’s cable/internet service mainly because they don’t make you sign a freakin’ contract (*cough*Comcast*cough!). Secondly, I don’t know techie stuff, but I heard the ‘fiber optics’ thing is good. Plus, we have our mobile service with them. So here we are now. More specifically, here we are on hold. Looks like I’ve now passed the 35-minute mark.
Why do we put up with this shiz? The Fed says our economy is on the mend, but with service like this, I don’t see how. I feel the total of opposite of wanting to buy something right now. Instead, I feel compelled to sell everything and move to a remote island. Like Bouvet.
In any event, I’ll stop boring you with my customer service bitching. Instead, enjoy this picture of Mr. Hyde Herbert Pace in his Halloween “chicken head” costume. Totally unhappy. We love him!
Day 1: New house, yaaay!
Day 2: New house got broken into, booo!
Seriously. Who cleaned the shitter out on our parade? Not a nice way to welcome us to the hood, Lake Worth. Ahh, but I don’t take it personally. Some people step in poo wearing Christian Louboutian shoes, some get their house broken into. Tomato, tomatoe.
And the Palm Beach Sheriff’s department has been lovely about the situation. The officer that responded was friendly and professional, and the next day JP received a follow-up phone call from the detective working the case – plus, she sent an email to introduce herself to me. Unexpected, but welcome.
At least we didn’t have a very smart thief – the damage could have been worse. Nonetheless, we are now sans computer, awesome underwater digi cam and a wedding band 
What’s more, Mr. Hyde is super stressed (not to mention the other Mr.). New location. Burglary. Greeeeaat.
Tears for fears, though, no way! This weekend, I’m just going to sit and stare at our awesome pool, cypress wood (I think) ceilings, and wonder what color to repaint the ”purple room.”
What a find this weekend! Don’t you love it when you find something cool that’s practically in your backyard!?
JP and I were going to check out Blowing Rocks Preserve, but when I called my brother – C1 – to see if he and the fam wanted to join, he suggested Coral Cove Park instead. Just south of Blowing Rocks (and north of the Jupiter Inlet), Coral Cove Park is a two-acre artificial reef and a great place to get our snorkel on! The reef started practically at the shoreline; ankle-deep and you’re already stepping on reef. The water clarity was pretty good, and the fish were everywhere. Parrot fish, puffer fish, sea urchins…the scenery was great!
Have I mentioned today how awesome our underwater camera is?! Check out the underwater video we got along with some other pics on our Flickr page 
Thanks for the recommendation, C1!!
You know those moments in life when you realize, Shit, I am an adult now. And, trying to buy a house is definitely one of them. I’ve always proclaimed to be a Renter-for-Life; it’s just easier. The toilet breaks. Call the landlord. See a bug? Call the landlord. Air con not working. Call the landlord. You get what I’m saying. Renting allows you to stave off a bit of responsibility for awhile.
Ahh, but then reality thumps you in the arse. Reality says, “Girrrl, get out of your apartment!” [yes, my reality says "girrrl" and is slightly ghetto] and then it reminds me, ”That dog next door is crazy and annoying!”
Then I try to comeback with, “But I can walk to Publix and the Library!”
Reality always wins, though. Thus, Justin and I started the process of looking for a house about a month ago. What an eye opener. I’ve come to better understand just how the housing market got to be in the shitter. Fraud and foreclosure are buzzwords. Short sale signs are everywhere. It’s a jungle out there! And that $8,000 federal tax credit for first-time homebuyers? I think a round of double dutch might be easier.
But, alas! we stumbled upon a little foreclosure casa around the first of the month. We walked in and our realtor said, “I hope you brought your checkbook!” We signed a contract that day.
About a week later, we got the verbal OK on the sale from the bank We started gathering paperwork and money like chipmunks that stumbled upon a pile of acorns. However, apparently the bank was having “tech problems with their software” and couldn’t “produce the addendum just yet.” I don’t know if this is standard bank bullshiz and translated is “We are slow.” In any event, in the meantime, the bank did take care of cleaning and acid washing the pool (yes! a pool!). And they pressure cleaned the driveway as it was a violation the house had from the city. Finally, about 3 weeks later (that is, this Tuesday), we finally received the long-awaited addendum.
Are you exhausted yet? Because I am. This is stressful, albeit exciting. But, stressful. It’s a huge purchase. We’re not talking splitting up CD collections anymore. This is the stuff of grown folks! Are we ready for this?! Do we even really like South Florida that much? Would we raise a kid here? Will our cat like the new place? All of these questions have no answers yet. But, so goes the process in buying a house.
I’ll keep you posted! Fingers crossed!
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