a one minute sampling of my sad little mind after a long last day of teaching

It's 12:40.

It's been 12:40 for about a month now... get a battery for that clock. It's been fine without it... get rid of the clock... Yeah! Why do I need it..Although some mornings.... (FOOD!!)

Dentist appointment in the morning.Early. GRRR. why did I make an early appointment. I don't want to shower that early. Will the dental hygienist notice if I haven't showered? (FOOD!! I should shower. How could you consider NOT showering? Extra sleep... thats how..

If I hadn't stayed up so late last night (FOOD!!)I wouldn't need extra sleep. Always have to make that one last check of Craigslist as if some miracle bargain will...

Craigslist! I haven't even looked today. SAWEET! Hope there's something cool..... hope it's not so cool I want to buy it.

You shouldn't be buying anything. Can't pay for a new "home" when you nickle and dime money away.. what new home? (FOOD!!) If this short sale doesn't go through... Bleck! Soooo tired of thinking of buying, and money and Mary..

I'm soo tired of Mary. Makes me want to buy almost anything just to be done with her. (FOOD!!) But I won't have to see her for almost a month when I leave. That's just one week! Crap!
Jeez, start a list, see if you can keep your hands on it for once.

Plenty of time.. it's all good..School's almost done. Take some down time. BUT, dont' count your chickens... lots of grading and meetings still. No classes though...and I'm done with that self righteous pain in the butt girl from ____ class. Little uppity former cheerleader who...

I'm too judgemental. But of course, I don't want people to judge me ... that's why you're showering in the morning.. if you didn't care about judgment you wouldn't shower. Not exactly. There's good hygiene for the sake of health to factor in.
Oh, that poor girl in my _____ class who never washed her hair, now there's a hygiene problem... Again too judgmental. (FOOD!!(FOOD!!(FOOD!!

Your job requires judgment and analysis daily. Hard to avoid. Analysis is not the same as judgment. Semantics...it's the intent here that makes it not right. Nothing but good intentions with my feedback to Shawn after critique today. Analysis and judgment, but not the bad kind.

Why isn't Shawn here yet? Need some (FOOD!!)but don't want to be eating when he gets here. Heaven forbid anyone sees me eat the last of that stupid turkey.. amazing I've even had bowel movements after a week of turkey 2x a day. More amazing I didn't fall asleep mid day...maybe that is why I'm tired? (FOOD!!) Uuuggghhh! I'm gonna have to eat something if he doesn't get here. He said he'd be here in an hour....let's see

It's 12:40.

Highlights and sadly no pictures

In my ongoing quest to post consistently I find myself at a loss for interesting, let alone salient, musings. Luckily if you actually know me you did not come with high expectations, and will likely be satisfied with a rundown of what I've been up to.

Daily highlights from the last week.

Tues:(pre-thanksgiving tuesday btw)
Cold Fusion student instruction which included my first ever temporary tattoo award to a student willing to "bust a Micheal Jackson move". (I've been suggesting it for years whenever an MJ song comes on but no one takes me up on it.)

Wed:
Made GF stuffing from rice and quinoa. Added too much butter. You would think it would taste even better, but really it was just greasy.

T-Day:
GF day with my friends David and Kristie. Interesting fact. I apparently committed to attend T-Day at 3 different places and really didn't recall committing to any of them. Sad.

Friday:
Avoided leaving Barbie Dream house for fear of being mobbed by Black Friday hoards. It is easy to stay in if you don't ever shower.

Saturday:
Nabbed another wonderous item found on craigslist. If I don't ever buy a house said item may have to live in the back of my truck until the summer. (in case you are interested it is a crumbling little mini hutch that most people would use for firewood, yet I find glorious.)

Sunday:
Looked at another fatally flawed property with Mary. You know that was fun.
Cooked a turkey (GF) because it was only .42 a lb. What am I thinking? Even de-boned it barely fits in the Barbie fridge and with only me to eat it???

Monday:
My to do list today read:
Wash car
Pay car insurance
Call Mortgage CO
Grad $ Megan
Letters of Rec for
Chris, Alan, Heather, Johntimothy,
Workshop details Poky
schedule room Alice

At the end of the day I crossed off Johntimothy.


I know! It all makes your head spin.

If you actually made it this far without visual aids you either truly love me or are a sad lonely hermit.

Empirical Statements

Who knew Tucson was so full of architectural quirks and interior customs so different from the rest of middle America?

I'm accustomed to the stucco walls, flat roofs, windows with "hacienda" security bars, pea gravel lawns, and gardens that could take out an eye, but was unware that it is also de rigeur here to paint over outlet covers, use expanding foam spray insulation to fill any unwanted hole (inside or out), and install vinyl squares which can be considered a "type of tile."

No doubt you have deduced these informative pearls come from my overly confident realtor Mary, who only last night via email told me not to be penny wise and pound foolish in regards to a property I was considering. (where she would make a much smaller commission I might add)

I would love to report I will soon be shed of her ridiculous assertions having officially acquired a new abode. But alas, this is far from the case. My offer on a short sale property doesn't even have a "negotiator" assigned from the bank 5 weeks after making the offer. When a negotiator IS assigned the bank can take as long as it wants to look at the case, and even then they could reject my offer. Heavy sigh.....

In the meantime it is prudent to look at what meager pickings come on the market within my range. That means exposure to Miss Mary and her empirical statements.

A pattern is becoming evident.
It's mine.
I may be a whiner.

Dishing it Out

It all started back in 2004 not long after convincing Emily's mom I was a New Zealand police officer who had her daughter in custody for possession of cannabis. (One of the best practical jokes ever.. but that is another and way too long story)

Randa, Emily's mom, is a great sport who can take it just as well as she can dish it out, so not long after the BPJE (best practical joke ever) and a discussion with Randa about worries over her daughter's single status, I broke out my barely formed photoshop skills to create an image of Em as a lesbian to send to the worried Randa.

Who knew I would find a hobby I can't seem to shake?

Once or twice a year I send Randa an image of Em with a ridiculous story surrounding the "facts" behind the picture.

Dance hall twins, my mothers best friend in college, a Medici ancestor, 1920s Peach queen...all Emily doppelgangers.

(I threw in a picture I did last spring of Aleta's girls just for fun.)

While my photoshop skills have improved (I don't think I'll be winning any awards on that account) it really has been about the challenge and fun.

Now if I could only put those skills to a constructive use in my cold fusion research....?








(ps. thanks for all your kind remarks on my last post. I wasn't actually trying to get you all to tell me how amazing my posts are, but in retrospect I can see how it looked like was.)

Dawgs

Tracy always used to talk about her "tired dawgs", in reference to her sore feet. After she got orthotics and decent shoes the dawgs improved greatly.

My dawgs are very tired, but orthotics is probably not the ultimate answer. (shedding 300 lbs... there's the real solution)

This week has been playing catch up, and my dawgs are tired after 3 days straight of 9-10 hr cold fusion research all done standing on cement floors.

I have shoes that help abate some of the pain, but they are closed and hot. Hmmm? Continual Hot flash all day, kinda sore feet, OR, intermittent hot flashes and extremely sore feet?

Perhaps I was ill advised in choosing the extremely sore feet option, BUT the current batch of fusion is done so I am also rejoicing!

(Although I vow to update this every 7 to 10 days I question the value of my entries.)

Accoutrements

I used scissors to eat my lunch on Thursday.
(A sort of veggie stir fry with quinoa and a ginger sauce, in case you were wondering.)

They were the kindergarten type scissors, which are surprisingly versatile in their scooping and stabbing capabilities.

This week has been about catching up. All that house hunting and house obsessing (looking at listings online, crunching numbers, reading about the mortgage rates and forecasts... blah blah blah) put me a bit behind on the daily cold fusion research.

Since I wasn't house obsessing (sort of) I'm not sure why I couldn't remember to throw a fork in with my lunch.
Perhaps my latest fixation (creating traps for scuttling roaches) is keeping my brain overloaded and occupied. At the very least I might blame the heat... but the last week was blessedly cool for Tucson.

A more logical explanation... I'm a slow learner.

Sad fact. Two days later I ate with the same scissors.

Enough Pull

No, I haven't bought a house.

If I don't buy a house or stop looking for a house soon, I am likely to strangle or at the very least verbally abuse my realtor Mary. She is fond of spouting whatever comes to mind, as if it is gospel, in order to persuade or dissuade me from a given property, or convince me of what I can or cannot afford.

I've been told: (to name a very few)
-a skylight was an attic access
-that vinyl squares were tile
-A swinging ceiling fan which was clearly not attached properly was just a "style" of fan.. "they make them that way sometimes"
-"most homes in Tucson don't come with refrigerators"

The list goes on, and I don't have the energy.... you get the point.

Because of this, I have reason to doubt most of what she says, and that is becoming a problem.

I recently put an offer on a house (below asking) and we found out the next day the property was actually a "short sale" but the listing agent had neglected to put that in the listing. That is vital bit of info, because it means closing could take months,(many months according to Mary) The only way I can afford the property is by getting the $8000 tax credit, and to get that credit you have to close by November 30th.

So, long story sort of short. My bid has been accepted by the seller, but the glitch in all this is getting it accepted by the bank in a timely manner. Mary, says it is impossible.

I think it IS unlikely. But! in a bid to prove Mary, (literally contrary) wrong, and also in the hopes of getting into a property in a decent neighborhood that isn't in need of fumigation, I'm asking all of you who pray to a higher power, or put out energy on behalf of others, or meditate for peace, to please do so on behalf of my house hunting.

No need to rally for the exact property I have an offer on. (pictures of said property here) I was actually just hoping for some clarity. I have pretty much exhausted the listings in my range and safety zones, and the ol $8000 deadline is a tickin. Add to that being very behind in work, and cold fusion commitments due to the time all of this has taken... really, Mary's safety is at stake.

I doubt I have enough pull with the powers that be, so maybe if enough people put the good placations on my behalf???.... you get the picture. (:


p.s. Don't get me started on the ugly orange kitchen. Luckily I can paint.