Nothing to see here, move along…
Dear Santa… Dear Santa, This year I’ve been busy! Last Wednesday I committed genocide… Sorry about that, (-5000 points). Last week I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). Last month I gave a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In February I farted in an elevator (-6 points). Last Monday I punched in
I glanced quickly at my email, and felt oddly detached and comforted to see the line, “Some hope for you.” Then I reread it, and it was from Charles (still!) saying, “Some homes for you.” Apparently, there’s no hope for me yet…
As I wrote earlier today, getting approved for a mortgage has been, to put it simply, a hassle. I managed to get free access to my Transunion credit report a minute ago. Nothing terribly interesting, everything I knew… except for one thing. Way down at the bottom, an account I had zeroed out for this
So my first post on getting a mortgage was on July 22nd. As of today, I should start actually applying for a mortgage. Yes, that’s right. OVER A MONTH. It’s not anyone’s fault, nor any incompetence. On the first run through, Charles determined my credit wasn’t good enough (a trip to Romania was a good
So I haven’t posted in a few days. I’ve been busy with loads of exciting things. I have some pictures, which I’ll put up eventually. In the meantime, however, here’s the summary: 17 hours spent at the Opera. What, might you ask, would require anyone to sit through SEVENTEEN HOURS of Opera? And not just
Thanks Abigail for saying it, and Jonathan for recording it… but it is damn funny.
Tis true. Saw it on Animal Planet, which has reentered Mandrina’s (and hence my) TV watching rotation. Has something to do with the fact that cats are fed by humans, so they don’t have to hunt purely for purposes of nutrition. This morning, though, I had to stop a kitten’s hunting instincts. Mandrina’s 8-year-old cat
It clicked last night how lame adulthood is. Admittedly, I am not a huge fan of some of the “pre-adulthood/post-adolescent” behaviors — parties focused on drinking come to mind — but being an adult really is rather… well, pathetic. My list (and expect this to be randomly updated): Planning in August for what you’re going
I didn’t get to go to that one, though. Mandrina’s employer’s local managers picnic was yesterday (I’m sure it had a more clever title). I was invited (at the last minute) to go, so I took a half day and went to Lincoln Park in West Seattle. Pretty-ish park, too large to have to walk
My dad mentioned this random puzzle game he’s been doing in lieu of the NY Times Crossword (my mother’s the one with the language skills). It’s a Japanese game that’s taken off — it’s not a math puzzle, despite it’s appearance. It’s called Sudoku, and I have no idea how it’s pronounced. Obligatory wikipedia link…