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12:53 a.m. - 03-24-2003
Houses, or lack of, Cars and techno-feeb in-laws
"What's this button do?"
Well, we didn't get the house. Didn't even have a chance really. Friday, I call the real estate guy to ask about the house and if we can see it and promptly get a reply of "no, it's under contract". I, of course, am a bloody nimrod so I had to ask him what that meant. Basically, someone has already made a down payment on the place and has signed a contract on the house, they're just waiting to close on it. So, yeah, we're really pissed and bummed. Typical luck.
So, we're basically going to plan on saving up to pay off the taxes and look for a second car. I actually think I've found us one. The wife's cousin has a late 80's (I think) Camaro he's selling. It's only got 60K miles on it (which is incredible for an 80's model) and he's done a lot of work on the engine himself, plus it's got a new paintjob. He and his wife are known for keeping their vehicles in very good condition and he's only wanting $2K for it. We can handle that. So, I'm trying to get my mother-in-law to play mediator. Tell him that if he can wait a couple of months, I'll give him $1K one month and then another $1K the second. No worries. I'm actually kind of stoked.
So, we're at war. Um...ok. I think it was a mistake to start the war, but now that it's started, I will stand behind our troops. Still not sure about Dubya, think he's trying to recoup from 9/11, but whatever. If he wants to go off on a power trip there's nothing I can do about it. I just hope that when our people start dying, and they will becuase...well...that's war, he remembers that he was the one that sent them over there. He's responsible. I also hope that he doesn't puss out like his old man and get right to Saddam's door and then decide, "Fuck it. Let's go home." I just can't get over this strong feeling of deja vu.
My in-laws got DirecTV the other day. God love 'em but are they technically inept or what. I spent half the day today, when I wasn't watching the race or bitching about not being able to watch the race because of the war coverage, showing them how to work the fuckin' thing. Neither one of them can see for shit and as I'm pointing out buttons on the remote, they're looking down their noses and sticking their arms out as far as they can, trying to get that extra little inch, to try and read what it says. Then I would bring something up on the screen and my mother-in-law would jump and go, "How'd you do that?" I'd show her and then 10 minutes later, I'd do the same thing and she'd be like, "Hey, how'd you do that?" *sigh* Oh well.
Well, work's done for the night and I'm tired so I'm going to bed. Take care.
