F*CKING HELL!

The landlord finally called me last night and left me a voicemail. She talked about wanting to meet to sign the lease, etc. Then she says that the rent will actually b e $200 more a month than what had been advertised. She also said she has an offer for $300 more a month, but wanted to give me an option at the "reduced rate" of $200 more a month.

WTF? I looked at the place at a certain price. I wrote a check for the place to save it at a certain price. Now all of a sudden it's $200 more a month? Sure, I could afford it, but it just doesn't make sense to be paying that much for a place per month. If I had a roomie, I wouldn't think twice. But, it's just me.

Not to mention the principle of the thing. Blame it on my Midwest self, but I just don't understand doing business this way. I know it's SF and they can get away with it, but it really just chops my hide. Not to mention the fact that I stopped my search for a week and a half because I thought I was set.

I'm so hopping mad right now I can hardly stand it. I called her back this morning and left her a vmail asking to call me. I'll see if I can talk her out of it, but in the meantime, the apartment hunt continues.

This moment of fuming is brought to you by the letter L and the number 200.

It's Really Sad

When I get excited about *only* paying $3.13 for a gallon of gas.

Shoot me now!

This incredulous moment was brought to you by the letter G and the number 3.13.

New Home Excitement

I've been doing the apartment hunt. It sucks. The market is awful and the entire process is tedious. The people who currently live above me have two small children. Their babysitter is looking for a place to live and obviously it's very convenient for them if she moves in downstairs in the in-law where I currently am. They don't want to ask me to leave because we really enjoy being neighbors. However, I didn't think I would be there as long as I have been because of New Zealand. They've been such great neighbors I told them I would look for a place and we agreed I'd be out by mid-July.

The search was long and...well, tedious. Due to suggestions by Tanya and Strawberry, I finally typed up exactly what I was looking for in a place. That afternoon I checked Craigslist for the umpteenth time and saw an ad for a house over at 38th and Balboa. I went and looked at it that night. The girl who is currently living in it is only leaving because she's moving to Australia. It was probably built in the teens and is awesome. I instantly fell in love with it. Remember the old nooks they had in hallways for the telephone? It still has the pullout bench below so you can sit and talk! There are two bedrooms, a living room, formal dining room, kitchen, bathroom with a tub (woohoo!) and a gorgeous back yard. Laundry in the garage. It's a bit more than I would like to pay, but is at the top end of what I said I could afford to pay.

I filled out an application and wrote a check right then. The girl living there put me at the top of the list with the landlord. I spoke with the landlord briefly last Friday and she was supposed to look over the application that night or the next day and call me. I've been trying to get hold of the landlord for days now to no avail. I was starting to freak out a bit as I had sort of stopped my search.

I just got an email from the girl living there. She had spoken to the landlord who seemed to have no problem with me moving in and is supposed to call me today. Hopefully she will and this can be sorted! Then I can have a fabulous new house and entertainment space!

Woohoo!

This moment of house hope was brought to you by the letter H and the number 2.

It's Official! I'm a Biker Babe

As of about 2:45pm yesterday, I am officially a biker babe. That's right, I now have my M1 license. Open road, here I come!!!

I was a bit nervous about the test and as it turns out, I had to take both the motorcycle and driving written test. The motorcycle one is pretty tricky. There were a few questions I skipped over and came back to. Ultimately, I ended up guessing on a couple. I hadn't read the driving book at all. Turns out I missed one question on each. Go me!

This moment of vroom was brought to you by the letter M and the number 1.

Fat Rant

I love this!!! It's 7 minutes, but worth watching. This woman is gorgeous. Thanks to Panty Free for passing it on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUTJQIBI1oA

This fat rant was brought to you by the letter F and the number 224.

Every Little Thing

This past weekend I was up in Tahoe for the Valhalla Ren Faire. It was great to see so many familiar faces again. Thursday night I drove up after making a pit stop to see some dear friends in Woodland. I arrived a bit after midnight. Friday we started the build process. Unfortunately, we ended up being multiple people down for the weekend so it made for a long build day. Saturday morning was finishing the build process and putting out product. Around noon I was finally able to shower and put on garb. After that shower I felt like a whole new woman! Saturday night a group of us went out for some really bad Mexican food, but we were able to laugh our way through it. That night, Chris and I played with fire swords which was a blast. I can't believe he trusted me enough to do that, but it sure was fun until we got shut down by security.

Overall, the weekend was a lot of fun. It's always fun to work ale because I get to be as obnoxious as I want and people like to tip me for it. Yes, I realize they are tipping just because I have good boobs, but I'm okay with that. :-)

Tanya and I drove back late Sunday night. We were both cracked out of our minds and had several moments of laughing so hard we almost spit soda in the car and/or peed our pants. Too funny! Gotta love location comedy.

And now for something completely different....the larch.

Spoke to my brother last night. It turns out my uncle was back in the hospital this past weekend. He was having a lot of trouble breathing last week, but since he had an appointment with his pulmonologist on Friday, waited to drive up to Dallas to see him. By the time he arrived, he was barely able to breathe. Someone saw him in the parking lot and got him a wheelchair and took him up to the doctor. I guess he was sweating, panting and completely gray. At this point I guess he was 5 minutes late and the receptionist told him he had missed his appointment and would have to come back in 4 hours. He told her he needed to see the doctor now. She told him he was in a procedure. The nurse who had found him in the parking lot read this woman the riot act and told her to go get the doctor right away. He came out, took one look at him and said, "Take him to the ER and admit him RIGHT NOW!"

Apparently his diaretics (sp?) weren't working and he was essentially drowning. They kept him over the weekend and gave him some injectable diaretics. I think he lost something like 20 pounds of water weight during his stay. He's now back home and doing better. He told my brother that at one point he didn't think he was going to make it. Very scary, but now he knows what it feels like when it is starting and to not wait to get to the doctor when it begins.

I'm worried about him, especially now that my other uncle (his brother) died on my birthday. That means Uncle Jack is the only one left and I think that's hard on him.

In other news, I'm in the middle of an apartment hunt. Keep your fingers crossed I find a good place soon!

This moment of random blogging was brought to you by the letter A and the number 30.