made an offer
I made an offer on the house I like, and I get to see it this afternoon. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. I hope it all works out or I swear I’m going to be suicidal.
I made an offer on the house I like, and I get to see it this afternoon. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. I hope it all works out or I swear I’m going to be suicidal.
I have a lead on a new house that I like. It was one I was looking into before, but the situation was complicated then, so I went for the other house. The situation is a bit less complicated now, and I might have a shot at this house. It’s still in my neighborhood, and quite a bit bigger than the house I’m in. I have a good feeling about it and think it just might work out fine. I’m so impatient, though, that I can sit still and wait for things to take place in due time.
I really, really want to own a house.
Found out Thursday that I’m not going to get the house I’m renting. The deal fell through on the owner’s side of things. It didn’t appraise for what he was asking for, and he has too much $$ in it to sell for the value. So I’m back to square one — looking for a house to buy.
“You are open-minded and quick to make new friends.”
This is less of a “fortune” cookie, and more of an encouraging “wishful-thinking” type cookie
“In love you could shine as a brilliant star.”
Or, I could be as gooky as a puddle of mud. There’s no telling, really.
Pretty cool site.
So, My closing date is a week away, and I’ve done everything I can possible do, but the termite problem isn’t taken care of, the foundation isn’t taken care of, and the radon is still a problem, all because Barry can’t get on the stick and get this stuff done. So I’m going to lose my interest rate because the owner is a an air-head. And I’m a bit pissed about it. Honestly, I’ve even looked into a DIY Termite Treatment Guide to handle it myself, but it’s still frustrating to deal with these issues when they should’ve been taken care of already.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask that basic home-buying steps—like, say, not inheriting a bug buffet—are squared away before closing. But here I am, dragging my sanity behind me while wondering if I’ll be sharing my future living room with a colony of freeloading termites. What makes it worse is knowing this isn’t some mystery problem. Termite issues were flagged early, and still, Barry’s moving like he’s got all the time in the world. Meanwhile, I’m over here Googling pest control hacks like I’m gearing up for a side hustle in extermination.
I even found this company, Cura Pest, and honestly, they seem like they know what they’re doing. Reviews talk about them being prompt, thorough, and actually solving problems—unlike Barry, who I’m pretty sure thinks “termites” are a kind of decorative rustic charm. I’d much rather trust someone who doesn’t treat pest control like an optional side quest. they has professional-grade treatments that don’t involve me suiting up like Ghostbusters in my own crawl space. So yes, I’m tempted to just call them myself and send the bill to Barry’s motivational speaker.
At the end of the day, I shouldn’t be the one scrambling to fix all this. Buyers should be able to focus on things like moving, decorating, or, I don’t know—not getting lung damage from radon. But here I am, doing home inspections like I’m on HGTV, minus the fun music and sponsorship deals. If the seller doesn’t want to treat termites like the serious issue they are, then maybe he should reconsider selling and go back to renting—to the termites. With this kind of problem, it’s really important to contact this Pest Control in Houston TX, LLC.
And now, because of his incompetence, I’m going to lose my interest rate. The lender already warned me that if we don’t close on time, the rate lock expires, and with the way things are going in the market, there’s no way I’ll get that same deal again. It’s infuriating! I’ve jumped through every hoop—inspections, appraisals, paperwork—only to be held up because the owner (or his useless agent, Barry) can’t get their act together.
What makes it worse is that this isn’t some small hiccup; these are major issues that should’ve been addressed weeks ago. Termites? Foundation cracks? Radon levels? These aren’t minor fixes—they’re serious problems that affect the safety and value of the home! And yet, here I am, a week out from closing, with no resolution in sight.
I swear, if this falls through because of Barry’s laziness, I’m going to lose it. I’ve put in too much time, money, and emotional energy to let this collapse at the last second. And the worst part? There’s nothing else I can do but wait and hope he finally decides to do his job. Unbelievable.
I’m not against war against the al-Qaida or against Afghanistan. I only hope that we’re waging war in a way we can win, and not ending up in another Vietnam. I wonder whether ground troops are the right answer.
2010 UPDATE: Isn’t this cute that I thought I had any idea about how to conduct a war? I can’t believe I actually wrote that in public and everything.
This just in….a Indiana University corps special forces unit has surrounded the Bed Bath & Beyond in Keystone at the Crossing in Indianapolis.
They believe they have Bed Linen surrounded.
More news as it develops…
“Your eyes will be opened to a world full of beauty, charm, and adventure.”
Hey, I must be going to Disneyworld!
I got an e-mail yesterday from a woman I know who’s on the board of directors of an organization I used to do volunteer work for. She was objecting to something I wrote here in my journal. The e-mail was titled “I’m disappointed” and in it, she chastised me for expressing some opinions about some local political activists in the gay community, then she ordered me to stop expressing such opinions, because “we already have too much of that sort of thing.” THEN, she proceeded to ask me to volunteer some time helping her learn website editing so she could do my former volunteer position.
I actually responded with a relatively polite e-mail explaining (again) that I don’t have the time to volunteer for her organization, as I have other organizations I already work for. Can you believe how mature I was? ME NEITHER. But, hey, I’m safely back on my own website, so here’s what I really think:
If you don’t like something you read here, FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF. Also, BITE ME. Plus, how fucking clueless are you to try to order me around on my own website, then to ask me to give my time(=money) to help you out?
Fascinating Letter to the editor of Salon Magazine, by Alexander Wardwell. He believes that the notion that American foreign policy led to the World Trade Center attacks is simplistic and egocentric. Rather, the attack was a strategy to remove the U.S. from the middle east in the long-term so the Taliban can take over.