Great news guys, I am finally going to be part of the Greek system… at 30… in an honors society for Public Administration Graduate Students… WHERE ARE THE JELLO SHOTS* MAMA NEEDS HER FUN FUN
*the vegan ones of course. Although I bet with a Greek org this dorky they are an option.
Tiny dog is not a fan of the unpacking either.
Thank god we didn’t try to do this ourselves
Somewhere within this entire process I kind of convinced myself that everyone involved was part of some huge scheme to take our money and not actually give us a house.
I kept seeing the two of us in a story on NY1 where they talk about the Brooklyn couple who were taken for 20K (our down payment) then given a false deed or something of that nature.
I just kept telling myself that this house was just too wonderful, and the price was too good, and why would this happen to us? The saying “if it is too good to be true” yada yada kept walking through my mind. There were, of course, many times where I became very aware that my nightmare scenario was incredibly unlikely, (for instance when the seller bought the exact stove I requested because I knew the stove top would be easier to clean!) but even today, as we were signing the closing documents, I kept thinking, “What if all of these are fake. Or what if there is some small print at the bottom that screws us?”
Then, tonight, after playing on the Internets and having a glass of wine, I figured it out. Why was I so paranoid? Why was I convinced people were just stealing from us? After all, the most they would get at this point is 20 grand, which is pocket change in this city. Then, it came to me.
Before moving to New York I worked at ACORN, and one of my primary duties was to document cases where unwitting victims would sign contracts they didn’t understand and agree to sub-prime mortgages. Here is a link to an article I was interviewed for in 2007 about the situation: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/09/04/BU4ERV0TF.DTL
So OF COURSE this entire thing feels like a conspiracy! I spent a year of my life hearing story after story about the f-ed up things realtors and banks would do to get people to sign onto these loans! I guess it hit me a lot deeper than I realized.
Here’s to hoping I am not being ripped off?!? (on an intellectual level I know I am not, but y’all know how loud one’s cuckoo side can be)
This is our new muppet — she’s great!
We did not close today. Not at all. Now we are closing next Tuesday or Wednesday? Grrrr
I encountered this shortly after I turned in my thesis. I was on a slight intellectual high, only to OF COURSE pull. Look at those handles! They scream pull! I bet the employees of that Jamba Juice purposely installed them so every person would also incorrectly pull, then enter the store with a sense of humility and not be a jerk to the cashiers. Well played, Jamba Juice. Well played.
I love Elizabeth Gilbert. I think she is incredibly good at describing at describing depression. I am watching ‘This Emotional Life,’ (which is wonderful) and she speaks in it. I know there are plenty of haters, but I get her!
And if anyone wonders why I am so excited to move, it is because my apartment looks like this
Yayyyyyyyyyy
Yyyyayayayayayayyyy
Pete is sick so he took the nighttime version and fell asleep. He just woke up, rolled over and held out his hands, saying, “Can you hold this for me? I need to get situated.”
Me: (momentarily confused) Hold what?
Him: (shakes invisible object) This!
Me: Sweetie there isn’t anything there
Him: (glares at me then looks at hands) Oh…
He then sat up in a fit of anger and went to the bathroom. I started cracking up.
My professor said that if our thesis/capstone is only 15 pages, double spaced, then so be it…. Mine is currently 30 pages single spaced. I feel kinda bad, but so be it!
Watch out guys, the sexiness is explosive.
New ring from Pop in wburg
