Thinkin' and Debatin'

I'm thinking that I might take a chance, and buy a house. For anyone who knows me, you know what a big statement that is. I have taken fear of financial commitment to the heights of mountains, lol! But the thing is, I'm thinking of buying on "the wrong side of the tracks" otherwise known as Charlotte Pike. The area is rundown, and questionable. But a few blocks down, they have started putting in townhomes & condos. Plus there is a new revitalization project going on, trying to bring in new business. The houses in the area are all under 100K. Decent sizes, just in need of some tlc for the most part. And it seems like, with what is going in, I could double my investment in a few years. If not, then I can rent it out. Houses never stay for rent for long. And some of these houses are around 50K. The mortgage payment would be ridiculously low, even if I did a 15 year mortgage. Anyways, I'm kicking the idea around. I'd really like a bit of a yard again. I miss being able to putter around, grow my own veggies and try new flowers. I really miss the veggies. Have you priced a bell pepper or zucchini lately? Craziness.

(the Squawk wants a garden, too)

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I thought about going to bed at 8. I am so tired. But then I got on the net, and here I am. The cats are staring at me again. They are thinking, dang it! If she doesn't sleep soon, we'll have to trip her and knock her out! They are plotting against me, I'm telling you.

I've worked on the same project, the same spreadsheet for two weeks. Last week, my boss sent me home early Thursday and Friday, 'cause I was sick. Of course, I had the laptop and the company crackberry. But, hey, working from my couch, in my pajamas, and blankie is the best way to work when sick. At least I didn't have to take any PTO. Then Friday, I slept 14 hours straight. Unfortunately, that was supposed to last me a while, 'cause I haven't slept much since.

So I think I'm taking the Crackberry to the craft fair tomorrow. I love the craft fair. I can never afford anything, but these people are so talented. It's amazing. Maybe I'll get lucky and find something in my price range.

Ok. Better go. The squawk is looking at me again.

The Squawk is Hungry!!!

Don't want Iams. No Special Kitty. No Purina. WHERE ARE MY FRISKIES?!!!!!

(run, run away from the Squawk-dom!)

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Do you remember?

I recently updated my cellphone contract. My provider has unlimited service but its $50 higher than anyone else. But I still signed with them because they have better coverage. Specifically because I can get coverage at each of my parent's homes (in their respective boonies). Today I made arrangements with my employer to forward my company blackberry to my personal blackberry when I visit the parents. Remember when leaving town meant you just checked the voicemail or answering machine?! Actually I'm old enough to remember not even having a machine. And rotary dial. Heck, I remember party lines and making long distance calls through the operator! (And charging it to made up phone numbers. I was a bad teenager.) My point is, when did it become necessary to be reachable any hour, any day, any place? What happened to thr true break? The real vacation? Why should my office or the wrong number be able to reach me while I'm visiting the boonies? What could be so important?

Ok. Rant over.
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Monday Blues

1. It's Monday
2. I've slept three hours.
3. It's my own fault for staying up to read.
4. I finally bit the bullet and weighed in this AM. I have gained almost fifteen pounds since starting this job!!!!! How the #*!@ did that happen?!
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Sunday morning

Talk about a rude awakening! I was snoozing away when a loud boom woke me up. The transformer in my complex blew so there is no power. And the wind is blowing like crazy! Guess it's our turn for Ike. So I've been surfing on the crackberry. Thinking about going back to church, so I've been looking up churches. I really hate to go to a new church without fixing my hair, or a shower. No power-no hot water, no straightening iron. Guess I could go to the gym and shower. But then I would feel obligated to work out. Ugh! See what decisions I have to make due to the transformer!

On a different note, keep those people affected by Ike in your hearts. My company has many employees in the houston area. We had not heard from two of them by the check in deadline yesterday.

Speaking of my company, I have to say this appears to be the most caring company I have ever worked for. Twice this week, we sent money to our tx employees to prepare for Ike. We institued a check in arrangement so we know everyone made it to shelter. We arranged transportation for some who needed it. Its a great feeling, knowing your company really cares about the wellbeing of the employee. I think I have finally found my place, at least in the work world. Now I just have to work on the rest of it.
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Family History

So what you see above is from a website for the Spinning Wheel Bed and Breakfast. Here is where it relates to me...before that house was a bed and breakfast, it was my Great-Uncle Mark's house. It was Uncle Mark's house as long as I could remember, but actually, it was my Great Grandmother, Myrtle Rigsby's house. My own mama grew up in that house. I honestly thought they tore it down, when Uncle Mark put in a double wide. Instead, someone moved it and made it a bed and breakfast. Now, before you start picturing an old rickety wooden house being towed down the road, let me explain a few things. First of all, the brick you see is not part of my grandmother's house. That's an old school. Also, the house itself bears some resemblance to what I remember but the porch is way off. My grandmother had a wrap-around porch. I know, because I used to run all the way around it with my cousins. It was just high enough in spots to step off into the grass, and an excellent jumping spot in others. I loved that porch. Always shady and cool. The wood was worn smooth in most places. She had an old rocking chair and couple of others out there. When she would visit, they would sit on the porch and break beans and shuck corn. She did the same thing at Mama's house, just down the Hollow. Mama had this huge stone porch, that Papa built all by himself. It was always cool & shady, too. Anyway, when I was looking at these pictures, I would never have recognized the outside of the house without that porch. But the inside? Man, they are almost dead on with how it looked the last time I saw it. It's odd, you know? Seeing your childhood on the internet like that.

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Just testing
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