I drove to San Francisco for a long weekend. While getting dinner at a recommended vegan restaurant, some fucking asshole smashed out the back window of my rental car and stole my bike. Yes, the bike that replaced the one that was stolen in April.
What the flying fuck?! I am so fucking pissed off. I hate people. I hate all you low-life pieces of shit who think you’re entitled to take what other people have worked really hard for. Fuck you assholes! I’m debating if I’m going to pull out of El Tour de Tucson, because I can’t afford another bike. All I have is a single speed that I use to commute. I am so fucking pissed. I hate you, thief! Fuck you!!! I hope you get ass cancer then get hit by a bus while riding my bike!!!
On my one-year anniversary of buying it, my bicycle was stolen.
Luckily, my rental insurance is covering it. I hope I can find a decent replacement.
On Monday, 30 March, I put in an offer on a house that’s a short sale*. What does that mean in layman’s terms? It means the sellers are trying to salvage their credit by avoiding a foreclosure, but the bank/lender has the final say on whether or not they’ll take my offer. The bad thing is, banks don’t play by real estate rules. As an example, if I were dealing directly with a seller, I could give them 5 days to reject or accept my offer. With a bank, it’s whenever they get to it. The good thing is, I’m free to back out for any reason up until acceptance by the bank. That means I’m looking at other houses (of which there aren’t many in the areas I’d actually feel safe living in AND I can afford haha) and if something I like pops up that will close faster than this one, I can tell the first one, I’m out while proceeding with the second.
Since submitting my offer, the first update came last week saying an agent has been assigned (from the bank/lender’s end) and will be getting the property appraised.
It’s kind of terrifying and exciting to be moving forward in this manner. I can’t believe I’m going to be making the biggest purchase of my life thus far. Whoa.
Anyways… wish me luck!
* A short sale is a sale of real estate in which the proceeds from selling the property will fall short of the balance of debts secured by liens against the property, and the property owner cannot afford to repay the liens’ full amounts and where the lien holders agree to release their lien on the real estate and accept less than the amount owed on the debt.
Well, I’ve clearly lost the motivation to blog. I don’t know how real bloggers stay driven. I dont’ want to share what’s going on in my life, because I feel like it’s boring and irrelevant anyways. I’m much more excited when something interesting, something out of routine happens, but that is becoming less and less frequent, especially as I keep a strict budget.
Life is an on-going cycle of sleep deprivation. Of the two things that keep me up at night, one can’t be changed until the summer and the other is a slow process that probably won’t be done until the end of the year.
I am just so tired.
Wake me up when September ends.
Wow, how did I let a whole week go by without posting! Oi, gotta start queuing posts again.
With the exception of a hapless accident, my Valentine’s weekend was pretty much as awesome as it could have been.
Thanks to my roomie’s bestie and his family, we (my roomie and I and our boyfriends) had a date night and went to see Flamenco Vivo at Centennial Hall on Friday. It was amazing! S brought me flowers. I’ve been hearing good things about the bartenders at Pasco for awhile, so S and I got to check it out before the show. Afterwards, we stopped by one of our standbys Scott n Co for an after-show celebration. We were both a bit disappointed that they’ve changed their menu to a more permanent one with far too many drinks. It’s kind of lost its charm in that way. It’s a good thing we have a new speakeasy we like. ;-)
For Valentine’s, we went camping in the Chiricahua Mountains near New Mexico. The weather was perfect, albeit a bit cold at night, but it was beautiful. It’s a really cool area.
When I went to return the gas stove I borrowed from my parents, I saw that what I thought were overgrown weeds turned out to be a bunch of wildflowers in their neighbour’s yard. WHOA!
Then, today (Thursday), I hosted tea time at work. I hadn’t baked in awhile and thought it was high-time to do so. Albertson’s is having a Monopoly game for some pretty cool stuff, so S and I have been playing. When I was in the store with baking in mind, I went through and decided to create something with only bonus Monopoly items. (You get extra game pieces if you buy certain items that are marked throughout the store.) I ended up creating a coconut and vanilla cream custard with rum and graham cracker crust. Since S is out of town, I made a small serving for him. I didn’t get a picture of the final product, but look…
Occasionally, K forwards me funny pics.
In honour of St. Valentine’s Day this weekend,
here are some recent ones in theme :
And here’s an old picture I found (and never shared) of my pup on her last day of chemo (near Halloween):
And this is a recent experimental leftover concoction I whipped up earlier this week:
It’s zucchini, cauliflower, wild rice, bulgur, cream of chicken and dark red kidney beans topped with a mix of cheddar, mozzarrella and parmesan cheeses.
It was my turn to cook for family dinner last week. I usually force my family to try something new, but this time, I played to their palates more. Chicken with a spicy black bean sauce (black beans, ginger, jalapeño, onions) and mushroom wild rice risotto. It was pretty good and everyone liked it (for the first time!).
Afterwards, A and I went to Target and ended up finding the best idea for a product ever: doggie ice cream!! (She is awesome at taking pictures… not. She took about 4 more than these.)
When we split up to get our own stuff, she ran into a kid who dropped something on the ground. She picked it up and handed it to him and the little kid said “Gracias”. His older brother nudged him in the arm saying “Dude, you can’t just speak Spanish to anyone… what if she doesn’t know Spanish?” To which he responded, “Bro… LOOK at her!” Haha… yay halfies!
Anyways, we ended up buying ice cream and wine… sister wine. Read that cheesy description and tell me that’s not the best sister-marketing you’ve ever read.
That being said, it’s not good. Neither one of us could even finish our first glass. The bottle is still sitting on the table. And yes, the ‘real’ winos in the world would respond with maybe you should drink good wines, then. Well, I prefer reds, but there are still good and bad moscatos out there; this one is definitely NOT on my good list. Haha. I guess I’ll opt for the Risata when drinking with my sis.
My coworker was talking about some movie she had heard about on NPR that seemed to outrage her. She told me it was about an assassination attempt on Kim Jong-Un and how the least the makers of the movie could have done was make up a ‘screen name’ and a fake country. I just nodded my head and forgot about it. Well, that night, my friend Nari in South Korea texted me asking if I was going to watch The Interview because she’s seen the previews and it looks hilarious and she’s definitely planning on watching it the week it comes out. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I did what any sensible person did… I looked it up. The preview made it look hilarious. And then I realised THAT’s the movie my coworker was talking about. Oh.
S and I missed the showings at the Loft, so we decided on a movie night at home last Friday. Comedy is always a good choice, right?
In Seth Rogen fashion, this movie seems like it was directed by a bunch of 21-year old frat boys: dick and poop jokes mixed in with over-stereotyped characters. If you didn’t like American Pie or The Hangover, you won’t enjoy this.
What I liked the most was that this same over-the-top stereotyping in English crossed over into Korean! If you can imagine scenes from Eurotrip, then you might understand how ridiculous the Korean characters in this movie were… but only as someone who speaks Korean and understands the South Korean view of North Koreans.
After a crappy week, this was a nice way to end it… with a lot of laughs.