Today's News and Weather Report
Nov. 17th, 2010 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_samtyrToday is actually nicer than I thought it would be, mostly just kinda rainy. However, I pulled a muscle in my back last night (lucky lucky me, eh?) so I am spending most of the day flat on my back to see if that will help.
Rant under the cut. You have been warned.
Yesterday I talked with my accountant and had to make a few hard decisions. Namely, that the house I have wanted/been planning to move into will instead be sold. I'm not really happy about this by any means but it has been six years. Six years of futile dreaming and hoping and... that's just enough. It's time to let go of things that hold me to/in the past. Six wasted years and no real end in sight.
In order for me to move in there are a lot of things that need to be done such as: (1) back taxes due and need to be re-caught up, (2) a second mortgage that my idiot former brother and first wifey managed to put on there (o thank you, idiotic banking system that allowed all of those goddamn fucking sub-prime mortgages in the first goddamn place) (3) serious rewiring that needs a damned master electrician to start the job -- and no-one, but *no-one* will do it because they don't want to mess with "stupid little nickel-and-dime jobs" (4) fix drywall that idiot brother stripped from the living room *and* remove skanky carpeting that is just fucking nasty and it *smells*, omfg how it *smells* (5) new furnace (6) new plumbing (7) new roof and (8) a whole lot of other shit that needs to be done as well.
But honestly, the real deal-breaker was the damned electricians, who were all happily making big money on new construction projects. The one bright spot is that S. says there aren't as many big jobs as there were, so I am hoping hoping hoping that some of these smart asses are going to be begging for "stupid little nickel-and-dime jobs". ::vicious laugh:: Oh yes, how I do hope for that!
Ok, time to lie down and see if I can get my back to calm down.
ETA: You know all of that talk about being able to imagine/visualize something in order to help it come true? Lies, all lies. Because I could *see* myself there; I knew just how things would look etc. etc. -- and still, I failed. It blew the fuck up in my face. As always. Fuck.
Rant under the cut. You have been warned.
Yesterday I talked with my accountant and had to make a few hard decisions. Namely, that the house I have wanted/been planning to move into will instead be sold. I'm not really happy about this by any means but it has been six years. Six years of futile dreaming and hoping and... that's just enough. It's time to let go of things that hold me to/in the past. Six wasted years and no real end in sight.
In order for me to move in there are a lot of things that need to be done such as: (1) back taxes due and need to be re-caught up, (2) a second mortgage that my idiot former brother and first wifey managed to put on there (o thank you, idiotic banking system that allowed all of those goddamn fucking sub-prime mortgages in the first goddamn place) (3) serious rewiring that needs a damned master electrician to start the job -- and no-one, but *no-one* will do it because they don't want to mess with "stupid little nickel-and-dime jobs" (4) fix drywall that idiot brother stripped from the living room *and* remove skanky carpeting that is just fucking nasty and it *smells*, omfg how it *smells* (5) new furnace (6) new plumbing (7) new roof and (8) a whole lot of other shit that needs to be done as well.
But honestly, the real deal-breaker was the damned electricians, who were all happily making big money on new construction projects. The one bright spot is that S. says there aren't as many big jobs as there were, so I am hoping hoping hoping that some of these smart asses are going to be begging for "stupid little nickel-and-dime jobs". ::vicious laugh:: Oh yes, how I do hope for that!
Ok, time to lie down and see if I can get my back to calm down.
ETA: You know all of that talk about being able to imagine/visualize something in order to help it come true? Lies, all lies. Because I could *see* myself there; I knew just how things would look etc. etc. -- and still, I failed. It blew the fuck up in my face. As always. Fuck.
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Date: 2010-11-17 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-18 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-17 08:47 pm (UTC)Sending you all my good thoughts.
Hugs Binky xxx
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Date: 2010-11-18 03:24 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2010-11-17 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-18 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-17 11:19 pm (UTC)Agreed 100%. The only time that ever worked was when I was trying to write something...and only twice at that. (This type of "positive-thinking-is-the-key-to-all-life's-problems" bullsh*t is why I jumped feet first off the Oprah bandwagon years ago and never looked back.
Here's hoping that your back is better soon at the very least.
*bug hugs*
~T
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Date: 2010-11-18 03:33 pm (UTC)My back is marginally better today. More down time should help ::fingers crossed::
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Date: 2010-11-19 04:34 am (UTC)(And on a side note: did you know that bugs hug? No? Neither did my spell-checker, apparently. *facepalm*)
~T