Wednesday, July 23, 2008

What Really Grinds My Gears - 1

You know what really grinds my gears, the lady on the subway.

You know the one I'm talking about, the one who makes room to read the paper while the rest of us are struggling to find a handle or bar to hold on to. What's really important in that daily free paper anyways? Was it so urgent to find out how Angelina's twins are, or that it's raining. Could you not have waited until you got to the office to find this out? I mean, you already know it's raining outside. Instead, you just stand there in the middle of a crowded subway train rapidly flipping through the pages of this massive paper. It's OK that I have some severe paper cuts on my upper arm from you and your paper, because now you know that Angelina's twin girls might be fraternal. In the time it took you to flip through that entire paper, you couldn't have possibly read anything else.
It's a good thing that those two seats became available, you and your paper need them. Don't feel shy, you go ahead and take both seats. Who knows what damage could happen to your legs from standing on them for ONE EXTRA STOP.

Woman, if I see you tomorrow I'll be sure to tell you the overnight gossip as I roll up your paper and smack you around.

And that's what really grinds my gears.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Time Again

So you'd think that I'd have plenty to say given that I got married, went on a honeymoon, got dogs, lost a home, found another home, and am moving out this weekend. Strangely enough, I don't.

The wedding was super awesome and I couldn't have asked for a better day. I was going to use this opportunity to blog about my brother and his selfishness but it's just not worth my time.

The honeymoon was fabulous, we met some great people and I can't wait to vacate with them again.

The losing of the home is a long, very upsetting story. I won't go into too many details but basically Danny and I were pre-approved for a mortgage. We found a very great house that we loved and put in an offer. The offer was accepted and we started making plans. We had already given our 60 day notice on our apartment because we knew we'd find a house and we hate the landlords of this apartment.

Someone else has taken our place and we have to be out by July 31st. Then our mortgage broker waits until the evening of the 5th and final day to get the paperwork sorted, can't do it. Makes up many excuses and has our realtor write us an email explaining that we did not get the house.

It was so unprofessional and so devastating. Now we're left without a home, and what apartment will take in 4 animals?

Lucky for us, we have some good friends with good connections. We found a house to rent! I'm actually excited about this because there is no risk involved. Supposing something bad should happen, the landlords are responsible and not me. Which is a huge weight lifted off our shoulders.
It gives us time to put ourselves in a better position financially and also for Danny to have been in the country for a few years with a status. This will help in the long run.

Our realtor had the nerve to tell us that 0% financing is being abolished in October so we need to get on the house search again. Danny told her where she can shove it. Some nerve! As if we'd buy a house from you and your broker after all the heartache you put us through!

Anyways, back to the good stuff. We get our house this weekend and I'm very happy to get out of this dump of an apartment.

To those considering moving to the beaches - don't. It's over-priced and over-rated. Unless you are owning a property, I'd suggest living anywhere else but here. The beach is a public place, you can visit any time you like for FREE. Why spend a fortune renting here?

More to come...