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| I | Important |
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Before I forget, ButterflyLane tagged me for a new meme. This is a fun one, especially since I love books, so I am going to make time to get to it in the next day or so!
Things are too hectic to write now, but there are so many things to tell:
I'll try to get to these soon!
For several months now, my grandparents (bless their frugal souls) have been looking for an investment property. The plan was for them to find and buy something that they would then rent to me, giving me a chance to spend money towards eventually having some equity instead of just renting and throwing cash at strangers like a drunk at a strip club. So we've been looking...and looking...and oh, did I mention looking? But finally this last weekend, we found something that we all really liked and put in an offer. And, yay!, it was accepted!! We still have until July 6th before it closes and becomes official, but the seller was motivated, and the financial side of things was already cleared, so I think (hope) that this will just be a formality.
So where does the panic come in, you wonder? Because moving means packing, and packing means going through my three year collection of crap stuff in my house!! I have about a million paperback books that have to go to the used book store, three storage bins full of papers from ten years ago...god it's terrible, I can't throw anything away...clothes I don't wear, not to mention a closed full of toys and videos that my son outgrew five years ago...my plan is to sort and donate, but that means work!!
Along the same lines, I have decided to sell my old convertible. Long time readers may remember me mentioning the old LeBaron that had a ruined top but that I just couldn't bear to part with...well, I'm bearing and parting...the guy is supposed to come by tomorrow...
So it's a fresh start on several levels. Wish me luck!!
Is it mean of me to wake my son up each morning and tell him that he's late for school? Does the fact that school ended for him two days ago make it worse? There's only a second where he actually believes me and then he gets this disgusted look on his face and rolls over to go back to sleep. These are the moments that make parenting so much fun. I also strung him along the other day telling him that I signed him up for summer school...I did get that one by him for a few minutes, then he looked so stricken that I had to tell him I was joking...just not mean enough, I guess.
Well, once again I've been remiss in my posts...Work has been the usual madhouse (but the view from my window is still gorgeous!), and I can't bear to use the computer at home after using it all day at work. The weather is finally cooperating and the sun has been shining aggressively all week. My son went swimming one time and already has a beautiful tan (and yes, he's slathered with sunscreen, but has beautiful skin that tans easily...no freckles like his mom, the brat!) but I can't seem to get outside while the sun is out unless I'm driving somewhere, so I only have a tan arm...
Went in for a haircut last night, told her that I wanted a change...WHACK went the scissors and my shoulder length hair is now at the nape of my neck...so short in the back that there was bits that had to be cut with the razor...I think she sensed that I was panicking because she went into a reassurring spiel about how I would really like it when it was done and not to worry...and she was right.
Finally fixed my squeaky brake issue on my car...it had really been driving me nuts, but couldn't seem to get into the local brake shop (especially since my brakes were working fine!). The funny thing is I still can hear the squeaking in my mind, so I keep turning the radio down to see if it's come back...it hasn't. Hopefully, I won't keep up the auditory hallucinations for long. :) Just in time to drive up into the hills of N. CA for a concert with some friends, these roads are bad enough without hearing weird noises in my car. The concert should be fun though...lots of 80's metal bands (Cinderella, Quiet Riot, et al) in a great outside venue by a lake...
Hope all of you are well, leave me a comment so I know someone is still reading after my long absence!