And I'm not apologizing for it, because I have wanted it for a long time, and I'm allowed to spend a little money once in a while. The stress of saving every dime for my move was really starting to bug me.
Speaking of moving stress. No one is returning my calls! I hate having to wait on other people for common courtesy, especially when my whole life and prospective house hang in the balance. I called a contractor to have the front porch replacement estimated. He never called back. I called the realtor twice this week, to try to get "comp" values for the neighborhood and to try to set up a meeting with the loan officer. She didn't call me yet either. I have been trying to get my babysitter to give me a receipt so that I can get my childcare reimbursement check. She hasn't called.
Why is everyone so rude? I realize that this is a holiday week, and that a lot of people are slacking off because they are getting into the spirit of things. That's fine. It's no reason not to be polite, however. It makes me think about my cookie-uzi experiment. When I'm an old old lady, I will make a plate of delicious cookies. I will put on my nicest old-lady dress and a big smile, and I will go downtown to a busy city area. I will offer passersby a cookie. If their response is rude in any way, I get busy with the Uzi. It's Miss Manners, combat style.
So I'm really obsessing about this at the moment. What if the realtor isn't calling because she's busy selling my house to someone else? Or, even worse, what if she's not calling because she's playing mind games, and wants me to think she's swamped with buyers so I will pay a higher price. BAH! This is going to drive me nuts.
On a seperate note, Andy stopped by last night to pick up his copy of The Princess Bride to watch with his nephew, Buddy. It was fun to see Buddy again. He is such a cute kid, his smile really lights up a room. Anyway, I guess they were getting some quality time. They had just been to see Tarzan and were off to wach a video! More fun than seeing Buddy, though, is seeing Andy when he's with Buddy. He's so proud! And so happy. He positively beams. It's adorable.
I'm not going to journal at all this weekend, since I will be busy as all get-out. (Did you expect any less?) Tonight I'm gaming. Tomorrow I have to assemble the bunk beds and set up the girls' room, in 90+ degree heat, thanks to roomie's laziness. Of course, my house needs to be cleaned and my laundry needs to be done. I have to get a copy of my divorce decree to take with me to the loan officer (assuming my realtor ever calls back.) Sunday is the 4th of July. Enough said. Monday I think we are going out to my dad's so he can try to kill us on his newer, bigger, faster boat. And hopefully we will go swimming, too. I plan to corner my dad and my grandma on Monday, to see if they have a verdict yet. They were going to decide whether it would be a good idea to give me part of my inheritance early, since I need it now, and housing is a good investment when you aren't renting. I really have my fingers crossed about this, because it would be a huge help with a down payment when the time comes. On the same token, I'm not getting my hopes up, because I'm a bit of a black sheep, and I don't think I'm held in terribly high regard. My sisters get multiple trips to Europe, cruises to Jamaica, $5,000 computer systems, all their expenses paid for college, and so on. When I was in college I had to crawl on my knees to get some money to help pay for my books. My grandma loaned me money for the down payment on my van, but expects I will pay it back.
It's not the greatest of feelings.
