It looks like the deal isn't going to come together. I just need a "Yes" or a "No" from one person so I know how to proceed but they have been MIA. I was supposed to hear by noon. The sellers won't be dealing again until Sunday because of Rosh Hashana. My realtor thinks the offer won't stand that long. I don't know what to think.
I started looking for other properties. Nothing seems to be in my price range and in an okay area except for the little 1BR but I don't think that meets the right requirements for the type of loan I'll be getting. This sucks.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Overwhelmed by Being a Grown Up
Like the title says. That's how I'm feeling.
I'm also feeling completely superstitious about the things going on with my life right now and I'm seriously trying to avoid jinxing myself. It's to the point where I'm practically throwing salt over my shoulder every time I walk in a room and I'm teetering on the edge of carrying a horseshoe in my purse!
I'm going to try to ignore the situation.
I've been running all weekend. The last two runs, I've upped to 3 minutes of running with 1 minute of walking and I've been doing 5 sets. I'm hoping to make it to six my the end of the week.
I'm also feeling completely superstitious about the things going on with my life right now and I'm seriously trying to avoid jinxing myself. It's to the point where I'm practically throwing salt over my shoulder every time I walk in a room and I'm teetering on the edge of carrying a horseshoe in my purse!
I'm going to try to ignore the situation.
I've been running all weekend. The last two runs, I've upped to 3 minutes of running with 1 minute of walking and I've been doing 5 sets. I'm hoping to make it to six my the end of the week.
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| Woops! It's a little fuzzy! |
I bought a pretty cool hat yesterday while I was out with A. It's very 1920's and I think it looks good with my new hair cut. I'm actually looking forward to cold weather so I can wear it.
Sorry I have nothing more important to talk about right now. I'll fill you guys in on the news as soon as I have any.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Offer's out... again
God, I'm so nervous. I have a bad feeling. They are acting weird.
That's all I can say right now.
No running today. My back is tender for some reason. It hurt to put my feet on the ground this morning. I figure, if I feel better later, I can run then. If not, at least I won't do any more damage.
The YMCA is having a deal from now through the beginning of October where you can join without paying a registration fee, only the monthly fee. I really want to join so I can start swimming but I'm not sure which one to join!
I made a fig tart this past weekend. It came really good. I think I'm going to use the recipe with other fruits as my go-to tart recipe. I've been baking up a storm lately but I'm going to try not to this weekend. I need to be good and get my post nicotine eating under control. Plus, my mom is making the best cookies ever this weekend. They are a recipe she perfected years ago. My sister's and I grew up on these cookies. Now, she only makes then every few years. Maybe I'll try to get the recipe...
That's all I can say right now.
No running today. My back is tender for some reason. It hurt to put my feet on the ground this morning. I figure, if I feel better later, I can run then. If not, at least I won't do any more damage.
The YMCA is having a deal from now through the beginning of October where you can join without paying a registration fee, only the monthly fee. I really want to join so I can start swimming but I'm not sure which one to join!
I made a fig tart this past weekend. It came really good. I think I'm going to use the recipe with other fruits as my go-to tart recipe. I've been baking up a storm lately but I'm going to try not to this weekend. I need to be good and get my post nicotine eating under control. Plus, my mom is making the best cookies ever this weekend. They are a recipe she perfected years ago. My sister's and I grew up on these cookies. Now, she only makes then every few years. Maybe I'll try to get the recipe...
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| Fig tart. |
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Nerves!
Things are going well.
That's all I can say about that. I don't want to jinx myself. Things probably won't work out anyway so I shouldn't get so excited.
Cross your fingers! Wish me luck!
That's all I can say about that. I don't want to jinx myself. Things probably won't work out anyway so I shouldn't get so excited.
Cross your fingers! Wish me luck!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Possibility
Possibly? Maybe? I'm afraid to say...
...things might be working out!
In other news: yoga may be put off until next month due to scheduling. Ran today. Six reps! It ad my back a little tender but I'm working through it. Quitting smoking is making me eat everything I see. I forgot to put on a patch yesterday and I polished off a fuckton of cookies. I'm not going to put one one today because I already started the withdrawal process yesterday. I'm going to try brushing my teeth immediately after dinner for the next few days to curb the munchies. See if that helps.
...things might be working out!
In other news: yoga may be put off until next month due to scheduling. Ran today. Six reps! It ad my back a little tender but I'm working through it. Quitting smoking is making me eat everything I see. I forgot to put on a patch yesterday and I polished off a fuckton of cookies. I'm not going to put one one today because I already started the withdrawal process yesterday. I'm going to try brushing my teeth immediately after dinner for the next few days to curb the munchies. See if that helps.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Swimming and stuff
I'm thinking about swimming laps. I'd have to find a pool and I should probably take a class considering I haven't really swum laps since I was like eight or nine. I'm not sure I remember how. I think I'd like it, though. I love water and I love pools, I bet I'd like swimming a lot. There's a pool at the Bed Stuy YMCA. I can't think about joining there, though. It gets my hopes up for the condos and that makes me nervous.
I've been running again but taking it easy and planning on doing it every other day or so.
Quitting smoking is definitely difficult at the moment. I stepped down to the smallest patch. I've been stuffing my face since I made the step and I can smell someone smoking a mile away. I'm also really nervous about not getting preapproval for this condo. I wish I could sit there and chain smoke while I dealt with all this. BUT I'm keeping in mind that it would work against everything else that I want. It fucks my finances, my health and skews my priorities.
I want to run.
I want to keep the $300+ per month it takes to smoke.
I want to have white teeth.
I want to swim (maybe).
I want to be healthy.
I want to succeed.
I've been running again but taking it easy and planning on doing it every other day or so.
Quitting smoking is definitely difficult at the moment. I stepped down to the smallest patch. I've been stuffing my face since I made the step and I can smell someone smoking a mile away. I'm also really nervous about not getting preapproval for this condo. I wish I could sit there and chain smoke while I dealt with all this. BUT I'm keeping in mind that it would work against everything else that I want. It fucks my finances, my health and skews my priorities.
I want to run.
I want to keep the $300+ per month it takes to smoke.
I want to have white teeth.
I want to swim (maybe).
I want to be healthy.
I want to succeed.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Burning my shirt
Saturday night I went out for Sushi in Bed Stuy with Alex. It was a chilly night so it took me forever to get dressed to meet him. Everything I own is ugly, old, boring, too summery, too wintery or doesn't fit right. I finally settled on a tee shirt that fit nice but had something dumb written on the front. I bought this shirt years ago but have never worn it out of the house. When I was in the store, I thought it was kind of sassy or something. When I got home, I realized, it was just lame.
I wore it Saturday because I reasoned that 1) having never worn it out, I'm not bored of it, 2) I'm just going out with Alex, 3) I never meet anyone I want to talk to so it doesn't matter what's written on the shirt, 4) it fits nice and doesn't make me look like a nun.
Dinner was nice. The sushi place offered brown rice sushi, which I appreciate. We walked over to Sweet Melissa in Park Slope afterward. It was nice spending time in what I'm hoping will be my future neighborhood. During the walk, I got to expand my mental map of that area of Brooklyn and stitch it together with my map of the Slope.
Anyway, we decided to call it an early night so I hopped on the R train with Alex so I could transfer to the Q at DeKalb. I sat down on the platform to wait next to a very petite Asian woman. A few minutes later someone came and sat in between us and started talking to her like they saw each other on the train often. She said that she hadn't seen him yesterday, he said something about what time the train comes into the station on Saturday nights. I sat there reading my book.
Then I noticed that the person sitting next to me had the biggest foot I have ever seen and his pants were just a few inches to short. When the train pulled in, I purposely stood a little close to him to estimate his height and let him notice mine. He was much taller than me. In fact, I found out when someone else on the train asked him, that he was SEVEN feet tall.
He sat down and started doing the sexiest thing a man can do. He started reading. I wracked my brain trying to think of how I could start a conversation with him without appearing crazy. Talking about books was out because I happened to be reading chick lit (which I never ever usually do), talking about height would have to be done carefully but it could also back fire.
I missed my opportunity when I sat down away from him. I told myself, if he gets off at my stop, I'll say something. In the mean time, I noticed that he had this wonderful awkwardness about him. He was a reader, he was awkward and most of all, he was a Super Tall.
Super Talls are a rare breed of tall men that don't usually get a lot of female attention. They, like me, are just simply too tall. I've always thought I should date a Super Tall so we could both be tall and awkward together. We'd make each other feel right sized and design our house to meet our height. We'd create our world so everyone else was short and we were normal. We'd people the world with enormous, awkward, nerdy children.
I sat there kicking myself for not saying anything and made up my mind that if he got off at my stop, I'd strike up a conversation. I knew that he'd probably be gone from the train by then but I said to myself, "If he gets off at your stop, take it as a sign and speak up. You're reasonably attractive enough, tall enough, he doesn't have a ring on. You can do this." So when my stop came and he got off the train, I felt my stomach to a back flip. I walked down the stairs of the train, slowly approached him from behind, opened my mouth to say something, anything, to make him turn around and give me a shot... quickly I closed my mouth back up, turned tail and ran away. I walked all the way back home kicking myself for not even managing to get one word out.
I went upstairs to brush my teeth, still so angry at myself for not taking a shot. Yes, I probably would have come off as deranged. Yes, I know nothing about him. He may even be way too young for me, it's hard to tell with a Super Tall. Then I looked in the mirror and saw it. I saw the stupid shirt. Immediately I was filled with relief for not talking to him. I would have totally come off as deranged. I was able to tell myself, if I ever see him again, I'll say something but for that night, staying mum was the best thing I could have done.
This is what I saw when I looked in the mirror:
Lessons to be learned:
1) ALWAYS be ready to meet someone.
2) This shirt should be burned so I'm never tempted again
3) Shopping can no longer be put off
I wore it Saturday because I reasoned that 1) having never worn it out, I'm not bored of it, 2) I'm just going out with Alex, 3) I never meet anyone I want to talk to so it doesn't matter what's written on the shirt, 4) it fits nice and doesn't make me look like a nun.
Dinner was nice. The sushi place offered brown rice sushi, which I appreciate. We walked over to Sweet Melissa in Park Slope afterward. It was nice spending time in what I'm hoping will be my future neighborhood. During the walk, I got to expand my mental map of that area of Brooklyn and stitch it together with my map of the Slope.
Anyway, we decided to call it an early night so I hopped on the R train with Alex so I could transfer to the Q at DeKalb. I sat down on the platform to wait next to a very petite Asian woman. A few minutes later someone came and sat in between us and started talking to her like they saw each other on the train often. She said that she hadn't seen him yesterday, he said something about what time the train comes into the station on Saturday nights. I sat there reading my book.
Then I noticed that the person sitting next to me had the biggest foot I have ever seen and his pants were just a few inches to short. When the train pulled in, I purposely stood a little close to him to estimate his height and let him notice mine. He was much taller than me. In fact, I found out when someone else on the train asked him, that he was SEVEN feet tall.
He sat down and started doing the sexiest thing a man can do. He started reading. I wracked my brain trying to think of how I could start a conversation with him without appearing crazy. Talking about books was out because I happened to be reading chick lit (which I never ever usually do), talking about height would have to be done carefully but it could also back fire.
I missed my opportunity when I sat down away from him. I told myself, if he gets off at my stop, I'll say something. In the mean time, I noticed that he had this wonderful awkwardness about him. He was a reader, he was awkward and most of all, he was a Super Tall.
Super Talls are a rare breed of tall men that don't usually get a lot of female attention. They, like me, are just simply too tall. I've always thought I should date a Super Tall so we could both be tall and awkward together. We'd make each other feel right sized and design our house to meet our height. We'd create our world so everyone else was short and we were normal. We'd people the world with enormous, awkward, nerdy children.
I sat there kicking myself for not saying anything and made up my mind that if he got off at my stop, I'd strike up a conversation. I knew that he'd probably be gone from the train by then but I said to myself, "If he gets off at your stop, take it as a sign and speak up. You're reasonably attractive enough, tall enough, he doesn't have a ring on. You can do this." So when my stop came and he got off the train, I felt my stomach to a back flip. I walked down the stairs of the train, slowly approached him from behind, opened my mouth to say something, anything, to make him turn around and give me a shot... quickly I closed my mouth back up, turned tail and ran away. I walked all the way back home kicking myself for not even managing to get one word out.
I went upstairs to brush my teeth, still so angry at myself for not taking a shot. Yes, I probably would have come off as deranged. Yes, I know nothing about him. He may even be way too young for me, it's hard to tell with a Super Tall. Then I looked in the mirror and saw it. I saw the stupid shirt. Immediately I was filled with relief for not talking to him. I would have totally come off as deranged. I was able to tell myself, if I ever see him again, I'll say something but for that night, staying mum was the best thing I could have done.
This is what I saw when I looked in the mirror:
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| Yes, it says, "Love Hurts" |
Lessons to be learned:
1) ALWAYS be ready to meet someone.
2) This shirt should be burned so I'm never tempted again
3) Shopping can no longer be put off
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Chic vs Charming
If I lived here, I'd need to build a loft bed so I could have a couch underneath it and TV on the opposite wall. I would put smoked glass on two sides of the bed to separate it from the rest of the apartment. On that same wall, I'd have a to have a tall narrow table to separate the kitchen area from the living room/bed room.
The loft bed sounds like it's a huge drawback but I think it could be done really cool. I think I could give it a wow factor. As in "Wow, that's awesome. You live here?!" as opposed to, "Wow, that's... creative. You live like this?" I'd be able to have people over to hang out in the lounge downstairs or sign up for time in the screening room or hang out on the roof deck if the weather is nice.
The charming little one bedroom, on the other hand, would be intimate and warm. I think I'd be able to have people over without it feeling too cramped. You know, like two or three people. They'd be able to hang out in my living room.
Maybe I'll wait for a chic building with all the amenities for when I can afford to live there comfortably? When I can afford something bigger. Maybe the cute little 1BR is the perfect starter for me because it fits my budget and current lifestyle better? Maybe the smallness of the studio really outweighs the location, lobby, roof and all the other amenities? I think it does, but you didn't see that roof!
Oy!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Odds and ends
I ran on Sunday. My back was not happy with me. I'm going to see how it feels tomorrow and try again. I woke up this morning but couldn't seem to manage to get out of the house. I haven't really been sleeping so well, though so that probably doesn't help.
In the mean time, I've been working on my arms. I think it's going nicely.
I have two places I'm considering making offers on. One is in a posh building at the intersection of two avenues. I wrote about it a few weeks ago. It was the tiny place with all the amenities. I really like the location and I could see myself living there but it's so small. The apartment is 453sq ft but the main living area, where I'd have to fit a bed, a living room type area, dining area and elliptical, is only 236sq ft. It also includes the kitchen. The bathroom is nice sized, though and very pretty.
The other place is in a brownstone, 367 sq ft, brick wall, beautiful windows, quiet block across from a park, small bedroom, small living room, tiny kitchen nook, tiny bathroom. Think cozy. I could work on the kitchen. The bedroom would fit my bed. I might have to build a closet. It wouldn't fit any furniture. I could easily fit a couch, TV and elliptical in the living room. It's a smaller space, but more of it is usable in the living area. And it has storage in the basement for each unit.
I could see myself quite happy in both places for different reasons. I really like both places even though they couldn't be more opposite. They are only 15 minutes on foot from each other so they are pretty evenly matched there. It's like choosing between modern and chic and happening or quiet and comfy and charming.
sigh....
In the mean time, I've been working on my arms. I think it's going nicely.
I have two places I'm considering making offers on. One is in a posh building at the intersection of two avenues. I wrote about it a few weeks ago. It was the tiny place with all the amenities. I really like the location and I could see myself living there but it's so small. The apartment is 453sq ft but the main living area, where I'd have to fit a bed, a living room type area, dining area and elliptical, is only 236sq ft. It also includes the kitchen. The bathroom is nice sized, though and very pretty.
The other place is in a brownstone, 367 sq ft, brick wall, beautiful windows, quiet block across from a park, small bedroom, small living room, tiny kitchen nook, tiny bathroom. Think cozy. I could work on the kitchen. The bedroom would fit my bed. I might have to build a closet. It wouldn't fit any furniture. I could easily fit a couch, TV and elliptical in the living room. It's a smaller space, but more of it is usable in the living area. And it has storage in the basement for each unit.
I could see myself quite happy in both places for different reasons. I really like both places even though they couldn't be more opposite. They are only 15 minutes on foot from each other so they are pretty evenly matched there. It's like choosing between modern and chic and happening or quiet and comfy and charming.
sigh....
Friday, September 9, 2011
Far far away
Maybe I'll even go so far as to find out if I could learn their accounting and be able to work there. How much could I expect to make? Where would I live? What would my quality of life be like? Would I need a car? How much is insurance? What's healthcare like? What bugs/snakes/animals are dangerous? Could I find a yoga studio? What do I need to do to get Brady to come? Would he be safe from bugs/snakes/animals?
Yes. That's what I'm doing today cause as of this moment, New York sucks.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Recap, reassess, plan ahead.
Recap of August:
1) Quitting smoking has been going well. I'm just about done with step 2 patches. I had one minor slip up. I'm starting to feel healthy and I'm happy that I've quit. The other day I noticed that it had been some time since I'd thought about smoking. It was odd. I'm not about to let down my guard and say that I'll never smoke again, but I will say, right now, I don't want to ever go back.
4) Running has been sporadic. I was making some progress before my back went out. I can't wait to be able to get back out there but the weather and my body have been working against me.
5) I've seen quite a few apartments but I'm still looking. I should have an appointment later this week that I'm looking forward to. It's in a building that I like but it's not the apartment that I'd hoped for.
Reassess:
4) In addition to running, I've decided that I'm going to hit my 30's in the best shape of my life. I've never been anything near toned, but I want to be. Before my back went out, I had been doing crunches on a pretty much daily basis, mostly while I watched TV. I was going to be watching TV anyway, so I might as well use the time wisely, right? So this weekend, I bought a stability ball and 3lb dumbbells. I figured that the ball would be good for my back. Instead of sitting on my bed and leaning against the wall while I watching TV (yes, I watch a lot of TV), I'd sit on the ball, strengthen my core and help avoid future back problems while I watch TV. I got the dumbbells because I've always had flabby arms and I have developed a terrible fear of aging and having super flabby wobbly saggy arms. Plus, I could to bicep curls and tricep thingies while I watched TV*.
8) I've been thinking about my posture again and I think I'm going to put it back on the list. I think as I get in better shape, it will inprove on it's own. It's back on the list
22) Yoga. I've found a few places, not too far from my house that I'm going to check out. I think taking yoga will help me avoid future back problems and help me get into better shape. Back on the list.
Plan ahead:
16) Take care of my skin: I use sunscreen every day in the summer but now that summer is over, I'm going to try to continue to take better care of my skin. Thanks to smoking, I already have more wrinkles than my older sisters but I don't think it's too late to undo some damage or salvage what's still good.
In September, I plan to at least check out one Yoga place (#22), possibly try eHarmony again (24? 29?) and continue what I started in August.
In October, I plan to start driving lessons.
So, that's how it stands for now.
* Just to clarify, it's not that I like TV so much. I'd actually prefer to hang out with friends, read, go online, walk my dog, etc. It's that I always wind up watching TV because no one is around, I have nothing to read, I've already walked Brady, etc. etc. It's easier for me to incorporate new things into my existing lifestyle and routine, than to alter my lifestyle and routine. Like walking to and from the train station to get to and from work has stuck because I'd be commuting anyway, while deciding to motivate myself to talk and hour walk every day has not.
1) Quitting smoking has been going well. I'm just about done with step 2 patches. I had one minor slip up. I'm starting to feel healthy and I'm happy that I've quit. The other day I noticed that it had been some time since I'd thought about smoking. It was odd. I'm not about to let down my guard and say that I'll never smoke again, but I will say, right now, I don't want to ever go back.
4) Running has been sporadic. I was making some progress before my back went out. I can't wait to be able to get back out there but the weather and my body have been working against me.
5) I've seen quite a few apartments but I'm still looking. I should have an appointment later this week that I'm looking forward to. It's in a building that I like but it's not the apartment that I'd hoped for.
Reassess:
4) In addition to running, I've decided that I'm going to hit my 30's in the best shape of my life. I've never been anything near toned, but I want to be. Before my back went out, I had been doing crunches on a pretty much daily basis, mostly while I watched TV. I was going to be watching TV anyway, so I might as well use the time wisely, right? So this weekend, I bought a stability ball and 3lb dumbbells. I figured that the ball would be good for my back. Instead of sitting on my bed and leaning against the wall while I watching TV (yes, I watch a lot of TV), I'd sit on the ball, strengthen my core and help avoid future back problems while I watch TV. I got the dumbbells because I've always had flabby arms and I have developed a terrible fear of aging and having super flabby wobbly saggy arms. Plus, I could to bicep curls and tricep thingies while I watched TV*.
8) I've been thinking about my posture again and I think I'm going to put it back on the list. I think as I get in better shape, it will inprove on it's own. It's back on the list
22) Yoga. I've found a few places, not too far from my house that I'm going to check out. I think taking yoga will help me avoid future back problems and help me get into better shape. Back on the list.
Plan ahead:
16) Take care of my skin: I use sunscreen every day in the summer but now that summer is over, I'm going to try to continue to take better care of my skin. Thanks to smoking, I already have more wrinkles than my older sisters but I don't think it's too late to undo some damage or salvage what's still good.
In September, I plan to at least check out one Yoga place (#22), possibly try eHarmony again (24? 29?) and continue what I started in August.
In October, I plan to start driving lessons.
So, that's how it stands for now.
* Just to clarify, it's not that I like TV so much. I'd actually prefer to hang out with friends, read, go online, walk my dog, etc. It's that I always wind up watching TV because no one is around, I have nothing to read, I've already walked Brady, etc. etc. It's easier for me to incorporate new things into my existing lifestyle and routine, than to alter my lifestyle and routine. Like walking to and from the train station to get to and from work has stuck because I'd be commuting anyway, while deciding to motivate myself to talk and hour walk every day has not.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Quick update
I've been MIA for the past week or so due to my back being out. I didn't run. I didn't see any apartments. I didn't do anything really.
S, thank god, came to my rescue and took me to the hospital Tuesday night. Otherwise, I'd probably still be writhing on the floor, shreaking in agony. She literally carried me to the hospital in the middle of the night, got my prescriptions filled, and fed my dog. I can not thank her enough!
S, thank god, came to my rescue and took me to the hospital Tuesday night. Otherwise, I'd probably still be writhing on the floor, shreaking in agony. She literally carried me to the hospital in the middle of the night, got my prescriptions filled, and fed my dog. I can not thank her enough!
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| Brady took full advantage of my inability to move. |
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