I'm so with you.
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Dear bike shop--
I know you're off today, but please call me back so I can pick up my baby. Please please please? I'm having withdrawal issues...
Yep. Some see foreclosed/short sales as the way to get homes cheap but many of those homes get trashed when or after their owners walk away.
Realtor friends of mine tell tales of owners or others who broke in taking everything that's not nailed down and some that is to sell.
Foreclosed and short sales are sold as is.
If you're handy with a hammer and saw you might get a huge deal.
Slowly I think buyers are learning it's better to look for the much-loved home which is not a short sale. You might pay more but will not have to do as much work.
Dear Grandma,
My mom gave me a quilt that you made for my dad 40+ years ago Sunday to repair. How cool of you to make it out his pants that he'd outgrown. It's been fun to look at the different kinds of pants he wore from the 1960's. Giggle.
It will be repaired, quilted and given back to my dad in a few weeks after I stop sneezing and itching from the wool and other fabrics.
I wish you were alive to see it when I'm done and I wish that I had more memories of you since you passed away when I was six.
Thanks for your prayers and good vibes, everyone. Little M is out of the hospital! She still has alot of healing to do, and we are all hoping there won't be any long-term damage. It was viral meningitis, not bacterial as was feared, or something unknown to the local docs since she just arrived from Ethiopia in April. She was asleep for 4 days, had to have a feeding tube...but she's a trooper that's for sure. My SIL is an amazing mom and refused to leave the hospital without her. She's a nurse in that hospital, so that helped, I'm sure.
Whew.
Wonderful news, Tulip! I hope M continues to heal and get better!
Dear FSA:
Your bottom brackets are rubbish. Nothing should have that much drag or noise, especially after 1000+ miles. The culprit is getting trashed ASAP....and I won't be buying another one from you. Now, to find a suitable replacement....
Dear large insect--
One, you're freaky-looking. Two, stop flying into my window. It's annoying. The glass is not going to disappear, and you're just going to end up with a headache. Go fly into that nice spider web near the window. You look like you might be a tasty meal for its occupant (and maybe one or two of its friends!).
Dear self--
Please stop playing with the Project One thing. I know you've just created the sexiest thing on wheels (in your opinion), but you need to stop. You don't have four and half thousand dollars.
Not-dear bike shop--
You just take your sweet time, don't you? It shouldn't take this long. (You do this a lot, don't you? Last time I left a bike there, it took you a week to do a simple derailleur adjustment...) Am I going to have to visit you?
Dear self--
Please resist the urge to make buckeyes this afternoon. They're really Not Good for you. (Though they are delicious.)
Also, call the damn bike shop.
Dear self--
Please resist the urge to make buckeyes this afternoon. They're really Not Good for you. (Though they are delicious.)
Also, call the damn bike shop.[/QUOTE]
You are talking about the peanut butter/chocolate buckeyes right? If so, you can make them and send them my way. NE doesn't have a state food candy.
I should have picked up a couple of cans of Skyline Chili over the weekend while in Ohio for my DH, but didn't think of it.
And as usual there were plenty of state troopers from Columbus to Dayton out on patrol.
I am! I didn't actually make them today, but I might tomorrow if we've got enough powdered sugar. My bike is ready for pickup, so a few rides will balance them out, right? :rolleyes: (Now that I think about it, they might make decent ride food if they didn't melt. Peanut butter and sugar...)
I found a chili recipe that's close to Cincinnati style, but for some reason they keep forgetting that it's not supposed to be spicy. I'm still tweaking the seasonings on that...
Did you live in Ohio at some point?
It extends now...pretty much Columbus to Indy. At least the last time I was there.
Dear self:
Don't be a pushover when you call the contractor later. The new room shouldn't be leaking already, and he needs to know that his electrician sucks (or that he can't communicate effectively).
Dear Client,
Please fire me and free me from this disaster.
-In over my head