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29 April 2003
 
I've got so much to pack. So much so much so much. So what do I do? lay on my bed and blog. I bet you're saying "Hey! Liz! I't Tuesday, don't you have work, you silly little girl?" And to that my reply is "nope, not today. I have a shceduled day off for my closing."

Speaking of closing..

*insert choice swear words here to form an adjective phrase* old homeownders! Now I don't want to be thought a bitch. Ok, so maybe I do. But they're trying to stiff me with a whole bunch of shit in their house. Well not a WHOLE bunch, but bunches enough. Like a 20 + year old washer and paint with colors out of a bad TV-Recreated-Acid-Trip. I'm willing to wager money that these things were left when the current homeowner moved in, and he was too uneducated in his ways to make sure all the CRAP was gotten rid of. I'm no spring chicken. I've been through second-hand the horrors of selling a house and having to get crap out of the old house. That is why my poor old ugly yellow, but much beloved, out of tune piano had to die a miserable and terrible and horrible death because it had to be removed. *sniff* I miss that piano.

Anyways, so I'm not going to deal with their old shit that they're too lazy to get rid of. I point to the evidence of 2 cases of empty beer bottles left in the garage. Excuse me, I don't think that I will find a use for them. Bull-freaking-shit! Ok, so I'm ranting now. Oh well. I have another few hours to blow off steam before I get myself all dolled up and look professional for my appearance at closing. I don't know about you, but I want to be taken seriously when I'm buying a house. Though if there are any hang-ups then my lawyer should call me to let me know, and then I'd have wasted a dway off to pack.

I want my house!!!

I apologize for the outburst, and the excessive punctuation. I mean, these people are basically selling at a loss. They're not gettin any moeny out of this. It tells me that they priced their originally estimate of the house way too low. Then again, I'm thinking that these people aren't the savviest of customers. I mean, I love my agent and my lawyers. I know I'm probably paying more for my lawyer than they are, but I don't have a cheesy paralegal (sorry to all those paralegals out there) working for me. I have an actual lawyer. So yeah the firm I hired costs more, but they're good. I get the feeling that they're looking out for me (of course, I'm paying them to do that). Only like an hour and a half before I hop on down to my bank and get money for me and go to the middle of the city to find the other people's lawfirm.

I know, you're saying "But Liz! closing itsn't until 2pm. Your blog says 10:30!" Yes, but I might get lunch out and about as well. Plus I don't know how much time it will take at the bank, and I'd rather sit around at some fast-food sandwich joint than be late.

I despise being late.

Lateness is bad.

Very bad.

I need to get back packing.

[edit] PS: These People have been so patient in listening to me yammer about buying a house. [/edit]

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 10:37

28 April 2003
 
When I start this blog, it will be 18 hours until I am a landowner. Well that's the start of closing. Who knows when it will end because I'll be signing a shitload of papers (or so I'm told). Also when I start this blog, it will be an hour past time when my Lawyer was supposed to call me so I could find out who and what to bring to closing with me.

My house is empty and ready for me to move in! Well I've got water and Electricity and Gas and a phone but I still need to call about cable. Yes, I'm linking all over the place and if people want to stalk me, I suppose that they could stalk me. Just so you know, I've got a big-ass black cat guarding the premesis.

I will be landed gentry! I will be! I'll even have a monastic cloister on my property. Ok, so I'm turning my garage into "Our Mother Brigid"... but my mom's home so I have to shut up.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 20:05

22 April 2003
 
I'm CLOSING Next Week! I feel like a fangirl meeting the lust object of her choice! Ok, well maybe not that good, but I talked to my lawyer and my insurance people, and I might be closing as early as next Tuesday! It's like: I still have so much to pack! So of course I'm wasting good packing time blogging about this. Well I'm useless until 8:00pm or so because I have yoga tonight, and boy do I need it! I'm so keyed up in a high gear of overwhelmedness it is not funny. The allergies don't help much, but thoughts of them went out the window when my lawyer said: "possibly Tuesday." She's got to coordinate with the sellers who are coordinating their buying with this selling.

And I'm like EEEP! So much to do, so little time. A huge flurry at the end and ! and ! and ! some more! Everyone ! with me!

Thank you for the stern looks to the other people's lawyers. :)

*dances* Liz is gettig a new house!

JOY!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 18:10

20 April 2003
 
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't. *points to new Photos section back up and running* Ok, so there are only like 4 pictures there now, but it's a start. More will come soon, I promise!

Just remember, soon is all relative!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 21:08

19 April 2003
 
You guessed it! It's time for another blog that no one reads. So here I am, Listening to the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack (because I can, that's why) and I've finally found the software installation CD for our old scanner. There's something wrong with it. It won't scan pure white. I get funky patters that are cyan, green, and purple and they just don't make white. It makes scanning not possible. Hence the 'old scanner' bit because my parents got a new one, but I'm trying to fix this little sucker so I can go and bring it with me when I move.

Yeah, if the current owners/current owners' lawyers get their heinies in gear and send my lawyers the stuff they need for the title search. On the count of three, everyone glare at the current owners/current owners' lawyers.

So, everyone also give sympathy to my former hostee Jen, who has a blog/LJ elsewhere, but I can't disclose it because skeezy ex-boyfriends go and read it and get all offended, even thought they behave like a prick in the first place. But I'm not emotionally involved, and I only know one half of the situation, so I'm free to say, skeezy-ex-boyfriend, stop being a big old donkey's rear. Wait... ok, giving sympathy to Jen. Yeah, she hurt her back. Nastiness, hurting the back, because everything is, well, connected to it, so if it goes, you are screwed, and not in the good way!

Anyways, just because I seem to have no attention-span today, I'm going to go sign and frame my painting. YAY ME! Next Thursday, it gets to be in a show, so I am majorly excited. Anways, must sneak out some paint to smack my bad boy right on there.

Until then, everyone give Jen the name of a good chiropracter (and not one of the funky ones who's all into magnetic healing and odd stuff like that),
Liz

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 14:36

16 April 2003
 
Well, I had a blog to write at like noon today, but I forgot what I was going to blog about. I think it must have left during one of my intense fits of sneezing. I must have sneezed the idea out of my head.

Let's see. Well [Tolkien Geek] I was sitting last night between work and yoga and started composing a theme for Morgoth/Melkor. It's really cool, in 5/4 with a wonderful theme in the cello with violins over it, and a brass fanfare every so often. Now, I have proof that Morgoth is evil. During my hour-or-so of yoga, Morgoth has proven that he is indeed the ultimate evil. He froze my computer. He froze it beyone ctrl+alt+del capabilities. Now I know it's not Sauron, because I hadn't written his theme into the music yet. Proof Morgoth is evil [/ Tolkien Geek].

But that wasn't what I was going to talk about.

Perhaps I was going to observe how relaxing yoga is. I mean to the point where it's like nothing bothers me. Or very little bothers me. Problmes that would have gotten me all upsight and frustrated are like *ah relaxed* now. I mean, I see everyone has problems and stuff, but it's like the title of that book "don't sweat the small stuff and it's all small stuff". I'm like in relaxed mental-zone. Yoga twice a week I think is a good thing for me and my mental health. Well physical health too. All over health. Yoga... highly recommended by... me. :) I mean you don't shed pounds fast, but it just makes you feel so damn good!

But I don't think that was it either.

*thinks* I mean, I can go into New York State politics, but that is just *ick* I mean, you know things are bad when the entire legislature is united against the governor. It's like the Capulets and the Montegues having a happy party and taking over Genoa. Yeah, Patacki has screwed things up that much. I can go into thoughts on other random things, but I really don't want to blog about the war or lackthereof. I've avoided it thus far and I think it's a good thing. I know this is my webspace, but it's such a touchy subject.

*thinks again* I suppose it will come back to me if it's really that important.

Anyways, I just got a phone call and will be going places out for dinner. So if this is Jen reading it, I'll be on later. Lizzy, Susie, and Meg, nice chatting with you last night.

I think that's about it. *waits for details on dinner*

[edit] No news on dinner yet, but I did remember what it was I was going to blog about! My painting decided it was was finished yesterday. It stopped wanting to stay on the easel. I mean, I put it back up several times, but it kept falling back down. So, I'm guessing that it decided it was finished. Now I need to smack my signature on it, and stick it in its frame and make it happy. That's it.

Still no news on dinner [/edit]

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 18:12

13 April 2003
 
Sorry Lizzy that the layout makes you feel cold. Perhaps I should make a new one and let this one see the light of day in August, when we're all too hot! :)

This is a quick blog to say that I got to be counted in a public opinion poll! It'll be in the New York Times on Tuesday and on CBS Evening News on Monday. Oooh, I'm special. But that's not the reason why. The reason why I'm special is that I've got a Light-up Garden Gnome. Yes-sir-ee-Bob. When I actually move into my new house, he'll be a much-needed nightlight, holding up his flickering lantern to show the way to the little critters passing by. I don't know if it's the sort of neighborhood where I can put him outside. I'll have to wait and see.

Obligitory wave to Susie, and to Lizzy. Lizzy left me a comment. Isn't she nice. There should be more nice people about. *nods*

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 20:05

12 April 2003
 
Well, well, well, it is now Saturday, having last blogged on Tuesday. Life has gone on as it always tends to do. I've gotten myself involved in a world which seems to be made for artistic Tolkien geeks like myself. Oh, and I made a new layout, did you notice? The picture was from my gargoyle when we had the terrible ice storm last weekend. He was all frozen over, and it looked cool. I'll get those pictures up eventually. I'm just a pokey puppy sometimes, I know. I've got a bunch of them on a CD that is in my computer. But they are HUGE! so I have to go into Photoshop and resize them all. And I dread that, so I just make new layouts instead. I was never really happy with the Orange Day layout, but it seemed to help the Orangemen, so I wasn't going to change it.

What else has gone on? I got myself a frame for my painting-in-progress. I should get a digital picture of it so I can upload it and add it to the "art" section. Um. What else? Just got hangars and such at Target. Space-saving ones because I will be going to absolutely Zero closet space. The cats went to the vets today. My little kitten Orpheus is small... for a Norwegian Forest Cat or an Australian Terrier. Or that's what the poster said. He's one of the best cats to take to the vet. He's like *pout* fine, give me shots and pills. You can tell he doesn't like it, but he doesn't fight or anything. Euphrates on the other hand... Well, lets just say she had to get the second half of her de-worming pill through an injection because even the vet can't give her medicine. Yes, she foams at the mouth and can clamp her mouth shut, and can not swallow for very long periods of time. She'll spit out the pills. And that is with a pill gun. There is a reason why her nickname is "Evil Jungle Princess".

Ah well, that's about it. I joined a cool fantasy Role-Playing Game online. It's not your typical RPG, because you have limited ability to play other people's characters too. All in all, it's cool, but slow. So if you like writing fantasy, hop along over and read about it and join.

Well, I've got the official letter from the bank telling me that I can schedule my closing. I just need insurance. Phone calls to make on Monday. *sigh*

I must go now. Must compose the music that created the world!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 17:28

08 April 2003
 
Holy Freaking Schnikies Wow. Yeah. SU Won. Gah! And I wanted to throw out my old orange top too! But I couldn't as I had to venture into Riot Central wearing my appropriate Riot Gear. Yes, I'm in Orange and Blue, because I fear what would happen if I didn't wear such colors. I wore my other orange top yesterday. Yes, the war was finally knocked off the front pages here, replaced by a huge We Won! and lots of pictures from New Orleans. Me? I'm in shock. See, because in the back of my mind, SU is this little podunk town, and it's amazing to me that they even make it into the tournament. See, I'm not a basketball fan. However, just when I was about to crawl into bed, I got a shouted They Won! from my father, and then stayed up waaaay too late.

Happy Birthday April 10 to my brother. Your card is in the mail.

Dear IRS and NYS, my taxes are in the mail.

On the Cold Front, we are now entering into our sixth month of February. It's been February since November, and that is major suckage. Don't the people in charge of Spring know that Spring has Sprung? Global Warming my left big toe! Right now, a little Global Warming sounds like a good thing, especially considering temperatures are like 15 - 20 degrees below what they should be at this time of year. *whines*

Goodness, I'm tired. Hooray to all Those People who were rooting for the Orange. Oh, and I need to mention Tiff because I followed a DC truck for a bit on my way home yesterday and Jude Law is apparently undergoing a trial separation from his wife.

Ok, I'm tired and I have to work, so I will go now.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 08:37

06 April 2003
 
Me again. Yes, Lizzy, April implies Spring, and Spring implies no snow. And yes the Orangemen did well last night. This means I have to wear Orange on Monday. *sigh*

I was a good taxpaying citizen today. Love those billions of dollars in tax-cuts. I got to pay more. *rolls eyes*. Gotta love the skewing in that. I would have to say that I'm not one of those people that make lots of money. However, next year, I'll do better. That's 'cause you get to deduct mortgage payments. YAY!

I have to apologize to Jen, because the internet went wonky last night and I randomly disappeared and couldn't get back on. Methinks it's a continuation of the damage from the ice storm.

That's about all I have to say, but I'm killing time while my tax returns print so I can sign them, write checks to the assorted governments I owe, and stick them in the mail, all before the Tuesday after next. So if you haven't done your taxes, US citizens, get cracking! *grumbles again at the Great W. Tax Cuts *snort*

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 14:33

05 April 2003
 
Long time, no blog, I know. Sorry. I actually had things to say on, like, Friday (which was yesterday) but I didn't get the chance to say anything? Why? Well the topic of the new blog.

Not that anyone might be worrying, because I don't know if it made national news, but yes, I am ok. There was a severe ice storm that hit Syracuse, indeed most of Central and Northern New York got hit, and the power went out yesterday. It flickered at like 5pm, went off for a bit, then came back on. And then at 7, it went out. Really out. Out out. Out for a long time out. Out for like 23 hours out. So luckily dinner had just finished cooking. Dad & I found some candles and some candle-holders and had them lit and had a candle-lit dinner. And the power was still out. Mom got home and the power was still out. I almost finished the New York Times Sunday Crossword Puzzle except for 7 squares, and the power was still out. I went to bed.

I woke up and the power was out. And it was cold. And dad was pissy. No power = no coffee. So, we got dressed (unbathed, mind you no power = no hot water), and set out at approximately 8:00am for 1) coffee 2)breakfast and 3)a generator: in the order that we came to said stores. The Home Depot nearest us was out of generators, and they knew from the number of times that they had been asked that there were no generators at any Home Depots in Syracuse. Makes sense.

So my mom calls her sister in Binghamton (2 hours south), and we get numbers for Lowes and Home Depot and another home store. And mom calls them and yes they have generators but they had sold 4 already that morning. So, we reserve one and turn south. Still no coffee/breakfast. We get about 45 minutes to an hour outside of Syracuse before we're sure there's power. And we stop at Denny's... Just as the entire Yale Women's Crew team is walking in. All 48 of them (with 3 coaches). They promptly fill up the entire non-smoking section. Now my dad recently went into a sever asthma attack from being in a smoking section too long, so sitting there was obviously out. The little vacous chickie asks "Is smoking all right?" and my dad says, "No," very firmly (no coffee, no breakfast yet. It's now 10:00) She's like "Smoking's not all right?" in a tone that showed that she was obviously confused by the fact that someone had a seating preference that wasn't just based on now wanting to smell like smoke. My dad (slightly pissier now) "No, Smoking is NOT all right." Waitress *looking at the filled up section and how the coaches took up the very last table even though there were seats amongst the girls*: "It'll be a minute."

We leave. We go to Friendly's instead (restaurant policy: 100% smoke-free). We have a pretty nice breakfast and get back on the road. We don't know where Lowe's is in Binghamton, so we stop at my Aunt Jo's. Hi Aunt Jo! We have some tea and coffee and sit and relax for a bit. We talk to my cousins (my cousin Martha plays Lacrosse in HS, and she scored a goal and her name was in the paper, just thought I'd mention that), and my Uncle Jim, catch up on life. Get directions to Lowe's.

Now if you read the little welcome paragraph, you will note the reference to Vestal. This came about because that's where I was for New Year's Eve. I've got a friend living there as well. It's not to far from Binghamton. Turns out that Lowe's is in Vestal. (dunno if it's there real sports mascot, but the Vestal Virgin's team cheer: Go Team! Score! But not with me!). We pass the nice Outback that we had dinner at NYE (very nice with call-ahead seating!), get into Lowe's and find our generator. It was the last one in the store. It had our name plastered on it! Go us! We also pick up some adapters we'd need and Carbon Monoxide detectors. Very important then, a family in the area had the mother and one son killed because they were running a generator and the carbon monoxide built up. The rest of the family survived but had to go to the hospital. Very dangerous.

So we get our generator and our other stuff and head on home. Now, on the way down, we passed a convoy of trucks heading North that was PPL. They were obviously trucks from a power comapny. My father guessed "Pennsylvania Power and Light". My mom preferred "Pennsylvania Power and 'Lectric". On the way up, we passed a convoy of trucks that was PGE I think. In know it was a P and an E. So, yeah, there were tons of power company people crawling around trying to get us up and running.

So we unload our generator and our neighbor "Neighbor Dave" came over and helped dad put the generator together. Neighbor Dave already had a generator. So we get it in the back, hook it up and get the furnace on. YAY! We use another plug to get our refridgerator on. YAY! We get the kitchen lights on. YAY! We only have so much gas, so Dad goes to get gas for the generator. Now it's supposed to be windy, cold and snowy tonight, so Mom and I build a little shelter from a ladder and tarp and lots of rocks. And we sit down and continue on our merry way. As we're washing dishes, all of a sudden, the generator putters out. The lights go out. The furnace goes off. We wait another few minutes. Dad gets back with gas, but we notice there are lights on.

NiMO has the power on! Yay! NiMO!

And that's my story.

I do have some cool pictures of my gargoule all iced over, and the trees bent over and such. And when the're downloaded from the camera to the computer, I'll post them. :)

So that's the end.

Oh yeah, and the Orangemen are in the Final Four tonight.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 19:56