The Petersens Are New Homeowners!

Gorgeous and I had a heck of a weekend. A couple of weeks ago, I made contact with a new home Realtor and we scheduled a viewing on Saturday after lunch. On the way to meet her, we passed a sign on the road advertising new townhomes that were well within our price range. We looked at each other and said that if she didn’t show us those, we were going there afterward on our own.

As it turned out, that was the FIRST place she was taking us. We looked at one model and did a little, “meh,” and asked if we could see the other floorplan. They said it was under construction, but that the drywall was up and we could do a walkthrough.

The Mrs. was immediately in love with the floorplan and gave it an 11 out of 10 on the ole “like it” scale. I gave it an 8, but was forced to reconsider after she gave it such a high score. Her reasons were solid, and I began to feel more comfortable with it.

We visited some villas, and they were terrible compared to the townhome, so we told our agent that we wanted to stop looking elsewhere and investigate the financing for the townhome Sunday. We took another walkthrough of the one under construction (our to-be-unit) and left pretty sure about everything but the kitchen and dining area, since it was very hard to picture with only drywall.

Us in the unfinished kitchenWe made it up to the development around 11:00 Sunday and met with the lender to begin a good faith estimate while we went to look at a finished unit next door to our building and spent well over an hour pouring over every square inch of the identical downstairs. We loved it. Did I mention that it’s on a retention pond with a few dozen acres of conservation area beyond it that will not be built on because of the zoning? No? Ok, well, it is.

When we returned to the office, the lending agent basically told us we rock and said that if we were comfortable with our monthly payment, he was ready to do a full-blown application, which we did. We even haggled another 8% of closing costs out of the builder when the lender made a boo-boo on the estimate and kept our closing costs the same.

When the building is done at the end of May, we’ll have a walkthrough to point out everything we want fixed and hope to close on June 2nd. I’ll be posting photos along the way. Enjoy these for now. Some of the photos alternate between our unfinished unit and a completed unit in the adjacent building on the same pond with the same view. Also of note, we’re upgrading to stainless steel appliances.

From the street

The view from the kitchen (finished unit)

The finished kitchen

The view from the master bedroom

Feeling MUCH Better Now

It’s been a week since I started my intravenous antibiotics, and the results are always nothing less than amazing. While I’m still out of shape, the stairs getting to my third floor classes at night aren’t monsters to me any more.

I feel rested, except for after my doses. Man, they make me tired. About 1pm, I practically pass out at my desk and just give in and take a 20 minute nap. One more week to go, so let’s see how good things get and how fast I can whip myself into shape and gain 10 pounds.

White Paper Only

There has been a sign at work for months that makes me laugh, no matter how mature I try to be. My witty side, ala Alan Alda, keeps busting out and I crack a grin every time I pass it.

There is a huge locked garbage bin, much like you keep in the garage, with a flip lid and a slit to drop paper in, that stores sensitive documents until the document shredding company comes. Above it, our janitor person placed the following message for all:

WHITE PAPER ONLY

For whatever reason, the very first time I saw that, within seconds I wondered what the NAACP would think about such a racist trash bin. By the time I got to the door down the hall, I had re-vamped their acronym to suit the situation and wondered what the National Association of Colored Paper would have to say about this travesty.

Where’s Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton now? At the very least, its eerily reminiscent of “white trash” comments. Anyway, that’s a little nugget from me.

Pssst! Want Some… Sugar?

It seems almost as if drugs are no longer the hot commodity at certain middle schools around the country, as the growing trend of banning candy sales on school campuses takes hold. According to the Victorville Daily Press website, Victorville (yup, California) has a new breed of pushers roaming the halls: sugar pushers.

Packing Skittles, Pepsi, and Red Bull, the pushers are bringing food from home or the grocery store and turning a massive profit to those who aren’t as business-savvy. If you want a sugar kick at school and didn’t come prepared, you only have one option: a pusher.

Teachers say that the ban on junk food sales isn’t making that much of a difference, but, predictably, school administrators tell a different story and paint a picture of students veering away from the temptation of consuming sugar.

There are stiff penalties for posession on campus that include confiscation for in-class handling of candy and detention for selling sugar.

Maybe the pushers should come with little baggies of crack and say, “It’s not sugar,” when they get caught selling it. What is it going to take for big government (especially in California) to get their business out of the stuff that doesn’t matter and start concentrating on things that do?

  • Sugar < Teen Pregnancy
  • Sugar < Drugs
  • Sugar < Underage Drinking