Sadly, my dream house is just that, a dream. It hasn’t sold, but the owners aren’t willing to come down in price and we can’t afford the damned down payment. Motherfucking shit!!! Anyway, I’ve already honed in on something more reasonable, that I love almost as much as my dream house. The yard is only 1 acre, but the house is da bomb. No, really. We went to the open house and when I saw the kitchen I almost set up camp right there. I fell in love. Plus there’s a working fireplace in the livingroom. Honestly, we would never actually use it, but, um, it’d be nice to just have it there. Ya know? Then there’s the privacy fence that surrounds the entire property. No neighbors bothering my poor greenery. I love that. Plus it’s $40,000 cheaper than the other place. Yeah, that makes it nice too.
TheMan is fighting me on this one. He says “No country, no moving.” Whatever, guy, shut your trap. He’s all heartbroken because he wants cows. Yes, still. But if we get a place that sucks our souls for the mortgage payment there will be no cows anyway. Am I right? Might as well just get this new place, fix it up, wait for the market to rebound, then sell it for nice profit.[1] Honestly, I’m not staying next to Cock-eyed Bill much longer without shooting that damned eye out with an arrow. For real. I hate him and will do him bodily harm.[2] So, we’ve been “discussing” this a lot lately. Once again it’s all or nothing for him. I don’t understand that.
MIL is all about helping us with this one, too. It’s not too far from her, so she’s not having fits about it. We’re going for a private showing sometime this week and she thinks the seller will take $5,000 less. That will be sweet. I’m still sad about my dream house, but this will certainly do.
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In other news, the chick in my business class that I hate and want to poke in the eye with a pencil has, apparently, dropped the class. Her and this other chick. They were majoring in Business and just couldn’t grasp it.[3] And since it was so hard to comprehend the difference between revenue and capital (though chick was a know-it-all) they, together, decided to switch to….nursing. Huh?
This is nothing against nurses. Because I have the utmost respect for these fine individuals. This is me wondering how someone who can’t “get” the first three chapters of an intro to business book will be able to handle the courses needed for a nursing degree. Biology and chemistry? GAH! I run in fear when I hear those two words. Oh! And get this. They somehow think that the actual job of nursing will be easier for them. Mwahahahaha!!! Guess they’ve never actually talked to nurses. Ok, chickies. Good luck with that. I guess I’ll be seeing you in the Speedway for many more years to come. Oh, and if you somehow do get to be a nurse, let me know, so I can avoid you at all costs.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I love my business course. Love it! This is not a lie. I do believe I see an “A” on the horizon.
That’s all, folks.
[1] The real estate bubble is popping, folks. Good for the buyer, not so good for the seller. Since we’re both we’re kind of stuck.
[2] Did I mention that TheMan went and apologized for me after I cussed him out? Can you believe that? I don’t need anyone apologizing for me especially when I was dealing with a trespasser and bush-killer. OK?
Buh-Bye Dreamhouse
Sadly, my dream house is just that, a dream. It hasn’t sold, but the owners aren’t willing to come down in price and we can’t afford the damned down payment. Motherfucking shit!!! Anyway, I’ve already honed in on something more reasonable, that I love almost as much as my dream house. The yard is only 1 acre, but the house is da bomb. No, really. We went to the open house and when I saw the kitchen I almost set up camp right there. I fell in love. Plus there’s a working fireplace in the livingroom. Honestly, we would never actually use it, but, um, it’d be nice to just have it there. Ya know? Then there’s the privacy fence that surrounds the entire property. No neighbors bothering my poor greenery. I love that. Plus it’s $40,000 cheaper than the other place. Yeah, that makes it nice too.
TheMan is fighting me on this one. He says “No country, no moving.” Whatever, guy, shut your trap. He’s all heartbroken because he wants cows. Yes, still. But if we get a place that sucks our souls for the mortgage payment there will be no cows anyway. Am I right? Might as well just get this new place, fix it up, wait for the market to rebound, then sell it for nice profit.[1] Honestly, I’m not staying next to Cock-eyed Bill much longer without shooting that damned eye out with an arrow. For real. I hate him and will do him bodily harm.[2] So, we’ve been “discussing” this a lot lately. Once again it’s all or nothing for him. I don’t understand that.
MIL is all about helping us with this one, too. It’s not too far from her, so she’s not having fits about it. We’re going for a private showing sometime this week and she thinks the seller will take $5,000 less. That will be sweet. I’m still sad about my dream house, but this will certainly do.
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In other news, the chick in my business class that I hate and want to poke in the eye with a pencil has, apparently, dropped the class. Her and this other chick. They were majoring in Business and just couldn’t grasp it.[3] And since it was so hard to comprehend the difference between revenue and capital (though chick was a know-it-all) they, together, decided to switch to….nursing. Huh?
This is nothing against nurses. Because I have the utmost respect for these fine individuals. This is me wondering how someone who can’t “get” the first three chapters of an intro to business book will be able to handle the courses needed for a nursing degree. Biology and chemistry? GAH! I run in fear when I hear those two words. Oh! And get this. They somehow think that the actual job of nursing will be easier for them. Mwahahahaha!!! Guess they’ve never actually talked to nurses. Ok, chickies. Good luck with that. I guess I’ll be seeing you in the Speedway for many more years to come. Oh, and if you somehow do get to be a nurse, let me know, so I can avoid you at all costs.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I love my business course. Love it! This is not a lie. I do believe I see an “A” on the horizon.
That’s all, folks.
[1] The real estate bubble is popping, folks. Good for the buyer, not so good for the seller. Since we’re both we’re kind of stuck.
[2] Did I mention that TheMan went and apologized for me after I cussed him out? Can you believe that? I don’t need anyone apologizing for me especially when I was dealing with a trespasser and bush-killer. OK?
[3] I was eavesdropping.
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