*rolls eyes*
Apr. 22nd, 2004 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiamatladyIt figures, I 'm up, I have energy, I have plans, and the Unit fucks them all up.
I got a call at 11, an hour after I set my alarm (Ok I'm a lazy fuck. I'm on pseudo vacation, and haven't been getting enough sleep. I'm going it now.) from Waltham Client. I made plans to go in tomorrow, as I wanted to, The cool thing is, I'm going to bring a bill, at least for last month's hours. Changes are, I can add tomorrow's hours on too. This pays for the work needed on the car, without impacting my "savings" I should plan on going to get the muffler done on Monday. Maybe if I don't need the car on Sunday, but I'm anticipating I will.
Anyway, I get another call at noonish, from Letty and Chris. They're playing hookey from "take your *insert child's relation here* to work" day (Or, why we had my nephew last night and why he's here now, whining) Did I want lunch? HELL YES. We end up at the best place in the whole wide world (or at least in MA and Cambridge UK *grins* except for the 3AM Falafel place near J's flat.) Punjab Cafe, Now online! We chatted about stuff, and it was nice to be social, without being overly social.
I decided to come home, rather than infringe on their day off together, prepared to work on my room. To almost be run over by my mother, pulling in. WTF?
Let me just tell you about my last half hour. The nephew is pushing for the park. OK All for that, but not ME! This is why I'd make a crappy parent. I'd expect 2 day old Alexander to be watching TV and reading to entertain himself, while I surfed LJ. Diapers? Better wait til Daddy gets home, and where is that bitch anyway, I need me a martini! Anyway, no noone wants to take me, me because I'm a selfish bitch, my mother because she's "dizzy" Let;s not mention her house hunting on the int0rWeb. (something she wouldn't have if not for me,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kazama, my purchases of net stuff and my willingness to watch over the whole damn thing.) OK, so next best thing, the eternal babysitter, TV (after my suggestion of "Read a book" got me "I HATE READING!" My heart about broke.) OK, is still bored. to rescue us both from the screaming match that was brewing, I said "Why don't I move my DVD player to the living room, and set up some movies?" Ok finally a compromise, except for "He can use my TV and my DVD player." EXCEPT, her dvd player, in a word, SUCKS. There's something wrong between the DVD and the TV, that's effed. I think I found it in the cable connection from DVD/VCR to TV, when I unplugged the dvd wires and the movie still played. So, I've just spent the last half hour, first juggling wires in my mom's room, under the dust her cleanliness majesty says doesn't exist, then moving her dvd player to the living room, and setting it up there, over a metric ton of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I FINALLY get it running, and leave him with SpiderMan and SW:AoTC. No, not the BEST selections, but he's 8, he's seen both already, with me, I can't imagine them doing any more harm.
So I'm covered in dust, and sweat, in work style clothes, and aggravated, and that's a half hour I'll never get back again.
So they're home, she's looking at some house, and it sounds like she wants to buy RIGHTNOW. It's ALWAYS like this. She's picking a WEEK after effing tax season ends to deal me this. I have things I HAVE TO DO first.
But, she also wants out fast enough that she said this interesting thing - Sign a lease. She thinks she'd have a better chance, with me signing and agreeing to a lease that pays THIS place off, then taking a home equity loan out to get the down on a new place. She has a point. If she gives me a frigging MONTH to get my paperwork together, maybe I stand a chance of getting a mortgage. It's messy. Having enough net income to prove I can pay off the mortgage will cost me up the WAZZOO in taxes. Not having enough means I can't get the mortgage. Maybe, my credit certainly has taken a beating, but that was years ago, and I'm all caught up and looking damn good lately.
What I want is for us to settle THIS place, whether or not I can get the damn mortgage. Once I can afford it, and title has changed hands, she can THEN look at houses, because she'll have the money in hand for the down. For this I need some TIME to get my financial ducks in a row, after taking some time off. If I had to continue my schedule without a break, AND trying to pay for a house, that I could LOSE if I don't, I might break harder than I did in 1999. I don't blame her for wanting somewhere else - _I_ like it here, it's perfect size, location, and atmosphere wise for me. I don't WANT to move. what I DO mind is her getting all worked up like it's ME keeping her from buying a house. I DO mind her getting bent out of shape at me for preventing her. She's talked about it abstractly. I TOLD her my deadlines, I told her when I'd be able to do things. Suddenly it's a "done deal" except for my "selfish ass."
Like just now - I told her about a camera I'm eyeing on ebay. I'm not sure about the seller. He only has three feedbacks (total, they are all positives) and the note on the "brand new" camera is "my wife didn't like it." Ok so why didn't you RETURN IT??? I dunno, it's just wonky, but the price is good enough to consider. I showed it to her and she says "Get a mortgage first." *bangs head on wall*
She just WON'T leave me alone! it's no WONDER I can't get anything done. But the idea of OWNing this place, and being able to DO WHAT I WANT, rather than mucking about half assed in this room, I can MOVE my bookcases into the living room, along with my wonderful TV stand, made of black wire pieces. Yum. AND I could paint my room a nice light purple, and change out the light fixture, to something chrome.
*sighs* OK I'm sorry I'm done. I'm just frustrated. I get SO BENT while she's watching me, and when she gets involved in things it's like two high tempered chefs screaming at each other. Just setting up the DVD almost had me swimming in stomach acid. is it any wonder I don't want her around while I do major renovations?
Soon, there will be sushi. Hmmmm, sushi.....
And must make plans for next week. I want sushi for lunch! *looks at YOUelvendoll
I got a call at 11, an hour after I set my alarm (Ok I'm a lazy fuck. I'm on pseudo vacation, and haven't been getting enough sleep. I'm going it now.) from Waltham Client. I made plans to go in tomorrow, as I wanted to, The cool thing is, I'm going to bring a bill, at least for last month's hours. Changes are, I can add tomorrow's hours on too. This pays for the work needed on the car, without impacting my "savings" I should plan on going to get the muffler done on Monday. Maybe if I don't need the car on Sunday, but I'm anticipating I will.
Anyway, I get another call at noonish, from Letty and Chris. They're playing hookey from "take your *insert child's relation here* to work" day (Or, why we had my nephew last night and why he's here now, whining) Did I want lunch? HELL YES. We end up at the best place in the whole wide world (or at least in MA and Cambridge UK *grins* except for the 3AM Falafel place near J's flat.) Punjab Cafe, Now online! We chatted about stuff, and it was nice to be social, without being overly social.
I decided to come home, rather than infringe on their day off together, prepared to work on my room. To almost be run over by my mother, pulling in. WTF?
Let me just tell you about my last half hour. The nephew is pushing for the park. OK All for that, but not ME! This is why I'd make a crappy parent. I'd expect 2 day old Alexander to be watching TV and reading to entertain himself, while I surfed LJ. Diapers? Better wait til Daddy gets home, and where is that bitch anyway, I need me a martini! Anyway, no noone wants to take me, me because I'm a selfish bitch, my mother because she's "dizzy" Let;s not mention her house hunting on the int0rWeb. (something she wouldn't have if not for me,
kazama, my purchases of net stuff and my willingness to watch over the whole damn thing.) OK, so next best thing, the eternal babysitter, TV (after my suggestion of "Read a book" got me "I HATE READING!" My heart about broke.) OK, is still bored. to rescue us both from the screaming match that was brewing, I said "Why don't I move my DVD player to the living room, and set up some movies?" Ok finally a compromise, except for "He can use my TV and my DVD player." EXCEPT, her dvd player, in a word, SUCKS. There's something wrong between the DVD and the TV, that's effed. I think I found it in the cable connection from DVD/VCR to TV, when I unplugged the dvd wires and the movie still played. So, I've just spent the last half hour, first juggling wires in my mom's room, under the dust her cleanliness majesty says doesn't exist, then moving her dvd player to the living room, and setting it up there, over a metric ton of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I FINALLY get it running, and leave him with SpiderMan and SW:AoTC. No, not the BEST selections, but he's 8, he's seen both already, with me, I can't imagine them doing any more harm. So I'm covered in dust, and sweat, in work style clothes, and aggravated, and that's a half hour I'll never get back again.
So they're home, she's looking at some house, and it sounds like she wants to buy RIGHTNOW. It's ALWAYS like this. She's picking a WEEK after effing tax season ends to deal me this. I have things I HAVE TO DO first.
But, she also wants out fast enough that she said this interesting thing - Sign a lease. She thinks she'd have a better chance, with me signing and agreeing to a lease that pays THIS place off, then taking a home equity loan out to get the down on a new place. She has a point. If she gives me a frigging MONTH to get my paperwork together, maybe I stand a chance of getting a mortgage. It's messy. Having enough net income to prove I can pay off the mortgage will cost me up the WAZZOO in taxes. Not having enough means I can't get the mortgage. Maybe, my credit certainly has taken a beating, but that was years ago, and I'm all caught up and looking damn good lately.
What I want is for us to settle THIS place, whether or not I can get the damn mortgage. Once I can afford it, and title has changed hands, she can THEN look at houses, because she'll have the money in hand for the down. For this I need some TIME to get my financial ducks in a row, after taking some time off. If I had to continue my schedule without a break, AND trying to pay for a house, that I could LOSE if I don't, I might break harder than I did in 1999. I don't blame her for wanting somewhere else - _I_ like it here, it's perfect size, location, and atmosphere wise for me. I don't WANT to move. what I DO mind is her getting all worked up like it's ME keeping her from buying a house. I DO mind her getting bent out of shape at me for preventing her. She's talked about it abstractly. I TOLD her my deadlines, I told her when I'd be able to do things. Suddenly it's a "done deal" except for my "selfish ass."
Like just now - I told her about a camera I'm eyeing on ebay. I'm not sure about the seller. He only has three feedbacks (total, they are all positives) and the note on the "brand new" camera is "my wife didn't like it." Ok so why didn't you RETURN IT??? I dunno, it's just wonky, but the price is good enough to consider. I showed it to her and she says "Get a mortgage first." *bangs head on wall*
She just WON'T leave me alone! it's no WONDER I can't get anything done. But the idea of OWNing this place, and being able to DO WHAT I WANT, rather than mucking about half assed in this room, I can MOVE my bookcases into the living room, along with my wonderful TV stand, made of black wire pieces. Yum. AND I could paint my room a nice light purple, and change out the light fixture, to something chrome.
*sighs* OK I'm sorry I'm done. I'm just frustrated. I get SO BENT while she's watching me, and when she gets involved in things it's like two high tempered chefs screaming at each other. Just setting up the DVD almost had me swimming in stomach acid. is it any wonder I don't want her around while I do major renovations?
Soon, there will be sushi. Hmmmm, sushi.....
And must make plans for next week. I want sushi for lunch! *looks at YOU
elvendoll
