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
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