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I was reading Mangopunch’s blog, and since I’m wanting to blog yet at a loss of words, I’m totally stealing her post idea on letting you all in on a few randoms:
*I love meeting other people who don’t eat anything they swim with.
*Just watched my first episode of Lost (the pilot, of course) the other night. If the “thing” is a dinosaur, I’m done.
*Realizing I own far too many black shirts.
*Had our laptop stolen. Along with years and years of pictures 
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*I really, really like rice.
*JP used “LOL” the other day. LOL.
*I don’t bother to update my “status” on social networks.
*Wishes texting while driving was illegal in Florida.
*Wondering why AT&T can’t get a tech to my casa to install U-Verse (cable and internet) until October!?
*Think it’s a teeny bit sweet when JP wants me to walk on the ‘inside’ (away from the street) of the road/sidewalk.
*Pulling weeds is kind of therapeutic.
*Had my first conference call to catch up with friends. Why didn’t we think of this before? I’m so 2000-and late.
*Tried Sprite Zero; it is inferior to Sprite.
*Admires crafty people. As in those who sew, knit, paint, etc.
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!
I’m still in shock. The world is crying. Ed McMahon. Farrah Fawcett. And Michael Jackson, the King of Pop. I can’t say for certain, but I think the Afterlife just got funnier, sexier and musically enhanced x 1000. Rest in peace.
I’ve been amiss lately. I do hate when life gets busy. Or, at least, seems busy. And it’s not like I can pinpoint one thing or another that’s really kept me on the move. I tend to feel busy even if the hustle & bustle is only in my wee brain. Anywho, I got to get out of town last weekend – a wedding shower & hen’s party in Tampa. It’s always a good time when I see my girls, and any event that consists of more than a dozen girls is, well, surely eventful. The hen’s party took us to Channelside in Tampa where we kicked things off at Howl at the Moon (a dueling piano bar) where we drank liquids out of a huge bucket and made the bride-to-be dance on stage to a ridiculous rendition of Sir Mix-A-Lot’s Baby Got Back. If you know the bride-to-be, you know that dancing on stage and dancing to Baby Got Back are not activities out of line for a…er, any night 
JP and I have also been busy trying to be adult. In other words, looking to move to that next step in our relationship – home ownership. Eeee! We’ve come a long way, baby. I remember being slightly nervous when we combined our CD collection (do we keep both Ten albums?). Got a pet fish. Went to the bathroom with the door open. It’s the little steps that make you know you’re making one big one together We’re still walking, so I guess that’s a good sign…
Back to fun things, I went to see No Doubt at the local Cruzan Amphitheatre on Wednesday. They rock. I saw them back in 98, and they were just as awesome then as they were today! Gwen is hot. I love the fact that they just toured to tour. No new album to promote. Just out to play. I’ll upload pics from the show soon!
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