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Things I will not do on FB


August 30, 2009



Things I will never do on Facebook:

Post my relationship status: no one needs to know about my breakups and hookups.

Post my birthdate: I'm a child of the 80's. That's all you need to know.

Be a status whiner: Posting how someone did me wrong or how I hate this or that will. never. happen.

Be a poetic status song writer: I won't write really touchy feely status updates, nor will I quote song lyrics. 

Tell you my life story in my "About Me": Some things should remain a mystery.  You don't need to know how often I poo. 

Market my life: You know who you are.  You want everyone to know how freaking cool you are. You want everyone to think you are a princess. You take professional pics of your life, no, really, you do.  You constantly market your product, which is you and the really boring things you do.  We don't care. Don't shove it down our throats.

Post pics of myself being awkward, in the social sense: I recently skimmed through photos of a girl who made her profile public, only to find she has pics of herself kissing lots of girls, playfully posing in sexual positions with lots of men and lots of women, and drinking large quantities of alcohol.  I'll avoid trashy, thanks.

Take Quizzes: Enough with the quizzes already, seriously. Seriously, I don't want to know that some stupid quiz did not realize your favorite color was purple. Seriously.  

Pass someone a drink: If it's not real, I'm not accepting it.

Write 25 things you should know about me: I'll give you 25 things you wish you didn't know about me. 

Add my Grandmother, Aunts, Uncles, Parents, etc. as "Friends": Sorry, you aren't my friends, you are my relatives. I love you, but I don't want you to see that closely into my life. I want you to think of me as your sweet little angel, and not would rather not tarnish that image.
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I'm so F'ing Needy Right Now

Jesus, I'm so vulnerable right now that I'm writing yet again and reaching out to anything and everyone.  Tragic events make me just want to curl up in bed with someone and cry. I hate that, because that's not usually me. I'm craving it though.

We have a house full of guests right now and I'm waiting to use the only bathroom available in this three bedroom insanely hot old farmhouse, and I'm the only one without a significant other.  Just thought I'd throw that out there. I'm the only one without someone to say, "hey, this really sucks. let me just hold you tonight."  So, I'll sit here and love on my mac for awhile. Write out all this neediness that is going on inside of me right now.  I'll write about random shit, just plain ol' random stuff....

I changed my blog layout.  I'm lazy and have yet to set up the date and archiving, adding widgets and stuff.  Eh, is pretty much how I feel about it. I'm just proud of myself for changing the template.  Fuck, I'm lazy.

My niece left me a note on my suitcase this morning. It says "Welcome to Hotel Olivia". Made my friggin' morning.  She's letting me have her room for the next few days. I feel like a pretty princess.


I wish my writing was more raw.  I wish that I had time to focus on writing about important things, or things I'm passionate about. 

I kind of hope that I would just let myself fall for this dude.  I'm almost there, but I still act tough.

It's so quiet here, all I can hear are the toads croaking. It literally sounds like there are thousands of them out there. I have a serious toad/frog phobia.  This is not good.

My nephew told me that he no longer eats pencil erasers... I'm so proud.

My mac sometimes makes this sound, like the aliens from "Signs", freaks me out.

I'm really anxious to get back to Chicago, but not so anxious to take the train back. I think this time I'll have some beers.

Okeeee, I think I'm struggling here with stuff to come up with. I'm afraid to lay down and sleep. I'm afraid of the memories my brain conjures up.  I'm afraid of how much I may cry tonight. I'm afraid of tomorrow.

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Back Home

I'm back in Iowa. I'm sitting here in this old farmhouse, watching my sister-in-law cook chicken noodle soup.  I think our stomachs cannot handle any sort of solid food right now. I'm exhausted. I attempted to sleep in past 9 am, but my niece and nephew woke me out of a really great dream by running up and down the hallway.  The hardwood floors echo their tiny little footsteps throughout the house. There is no sleeping in here; not with a six and nine year old living amongst us.

I wanted to take a few pics of the countryside, here. To few people's surprise, I have lost my new camera already. I am desperate to capture the tree covered bluffs off to the west, the large Iowa river to the south, and the horse pasture to the east. I love it here. I really miss Chicago though, the quiet here is haunting. It leaves me with too much to think about. It leaves me with too much to consider. I really want to take some photos, though.  I almost feel like I'm on another planet, or in a movie. I wish I had my damn camera.
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I don't understand.

I found out my uncle passed away this afternoon. I'm devastated. I'm sitting here absolutely devastated.  

A few years ago, my Grandmother passed away.  I remember sitting at the funeral. I remember hating it. I remember looking around the crowd of seated people, mere acquaintances of my Grandma who I loved with a passion, and I remember feeling so angry.  I remember looking at their faces staring blankly ahead, the small connections that they might of had with her.  They were friendly neighbors or saw her in passing in the small Iowa town where she had lived.  I wanted to sit next to them and not just tell them how much pain I was in but physically show them.  I wanted to rip out my heart and lay it in their hands and say see this, see how much it hurts. Please feel how much this hurts, please fix this, please take this away.  Instead, I sat there watching them, watching how they yawned, paid their respects and left, while I ached to have her hug me and tell me things were going to be ok, while I would have given up half of my life to have five more seconds with her.

I feel that now. I feel the same aching pain. I feel as if life should stop. I feel as if the world should stop spinning, now, this very second.  I feel like the earth should not and cannot possibly continue on without him.  How could it?  How could this world possibly survive without him? How can these cars drive by my apartment, how can my upstairs neighbor's phone ring, how can I continue to breathe?  

The constant message that my mind keeps going back to is, I don't understand. I don't understand. The logical part of my brain tells me that people die, it's a part of life.  The child in me responds with, I don't understand.  I can't wrap my mind around death.  I can't fully contemplate how one ceases to exist. I don't understand. I don't understand.
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How much awesomeness is this dog?


"who's the sweetest baby, who is she? who's the bestest puppy in the world? you are. yes you are!"  *clearing my throat* Oh hey... didn't see you reading this blog....


I have this fantastic dog.  I got her from a shelter almost 9 years ago. She's a German Shepherd / Lab mix (with just a tad bit of pit). She's pretty much the best thing ever, but I find that most people say that about their own pets.  In this case, it's true. 

Pros:

Gracie (she was given that name by the shelter and it stuck) is lazy. Which equally matches my lazy behavior. She's pretty mellow. She looks scary, weighing a hefty 100 or so pounds.  She's tough. When I walk her down my street, she picks and chooses who is allowed to look in our direction. I like that. And except for the recent string of accidents lately (a change in her dogfood and getting sick), she's never pooed or peed in my house. Nice work.

Cons:

The only beef I've had with her is the enormous amounts of fur that comes out of her skin and has layered my floor. I have tuffs of the white stuff on my carpet, daily. Black clothing, furniture, etc. is just not an option for me.  

What makes her unique:

She has a war wound, a bullet lodged in one of her ginourmous ears.  She took one for the team when she was on the lam one fateful evening, while roaming the hillsides of Iowa.  A farmer (please picture clad in overalls, it's a must) decided she was a little to close to his flock of sheep (no joke).  I like to imagine her in slow motion, dodging in front of the loaded bb gun, and preventing the tiny bullet from hitting my other dog, Spencer (RIP).  What a trooper.

She's also recently lost a front tooth.  Which has made her prominent overbite quite attractive.

She has huge ears. Big enough to become a shooting target. 

Ok, excuse me while I resume sickening baby puppy talk.


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While I was out....





It’s 2:46 in the afternoon. I’ve parked myself outside this neighborhood pub to catch up on some much-needed blogging. I’ve been MIA. I have been slightly distracted by some meaningless diversions lately, creating a slight bump in the road. I’ve spent too much time at my local hang out and forgetting about the thing that I love doing the most. This.



What has been happening since the short time I’ve been gone?

My bestie moved back to Iowa.


My bestie moved back to Chicago.


I went mildly crazy.


I went on a lot of dates.


I drank a lot of Jameson.


I fell in love.


I fell out of love.


I hurt someone.


I became a complete asshole.


I ate at McDonald’s. A lot.


I drank a significant amount of Red Bull.


I drank a significant amount of Root Beer.


I dyed my hair and got an awkward haircut.


I bought a mac and an ipod touch and a new camera.


My dog pooed on my rug out of spite.


My dog got into my garbage out of pure hatred.


The funny thing about this, it happened a week. Just a week. I’m still in recovery. I really really wanted to see how much trouble I could get into on my own, without my sidekick. Turns out, I get into a whole lot more when she’s gone.

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Advice for people who want "great deals"

I promise you that this will be the only industry related post that I will do…. I have a friend who recently decided to put in an offer on a great property out on an acreage, unfortunately because her realtor didn’t know a thing about foreclosures or short sale she was out bid. This is just a little piece of friendly advice for those out there wanting to get on those “great deals” on properties, since I do have some knowledge on the subject:

  • Come in with a strong offer. The property you want is already a “great deal”, usually listed at 50% more below the value of the home. Don’t expect to low ball and submit an offer below the asking price, because banks tend to find this insulting. My gf put an offer $10,000 below the listing price and asked them to pay for closing costs. She lost the property of her dreams to a better and stronger offer.
  • Be prepared to clean up the mess. With foreclosures and short sales, the previous owner’s thoughts are usually “we need to get out of dodge and quickly”. So the property is usually left in disarray, don’t be surprised if the house needs a little tlc after closing. What you see is usually what you get. If the drywall has fallen off the wall, that crumbly mess will still be there when you move in.
  • Don’t expect the bank to give you incentives to purchase. Recently a client submitted a counter offer asking the bank to give a credit for tuckpointing and to replace non-working appliances. The attorney for the bank’s reply was “are you insane?” Again, you are already getting the property for a bargain, why ask for extra $500 credit to replace appliances when you are basically getting thousands of dollars in credits.
  • Expect to play the waiting game. In today’s market, especially in Chicago, mortgage companies are dealing with hundreds to thousands of short sale applications and foreclosures. No matter how many times you have your agent call the bank, you are just a number in line. Patience is a virtue and you should develop it when waiting for the bank to accept your offer.
  • Finally, hire a good inspector. This is key because you need to know what’s going on with the property that you just made an offer on. Many times the people who go into foreclosure do not have the money to upkeep their property and have let certain things basically go to crap, ie. roofing, electrical work, plumbing, foundation issues. A really good inspector can be a wealth of information and help you know what you are getting into and also if you can afford the repairs. Best part, there are no surprises when you move in.
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