News (or something like it)
Why you should get a cable modem & cell phone...
First, I check out the online form for transferring my service, but
it doesn't seem to say anything about DSL so I call customer service
where I talk to Ernie to set up the "move" to the new place.
He promises something fantastic -- that the phone will ring at both
places starting on March 28th. Then, they'll send out a new modem that
should arrive by the 8th when they transfer the DSL to the new place
and shut off the phone at the old place. Total down time, 1 day.
A Tech calls Tim at home warning us that they're going to be shutting
off everything -- dialtone & dsl at the old place -- because Ernie
doesn't know what he's talking about. He gives us the number of a woman
named Tina who can help us sort things out. I call and leave two messages
for Tina (long distance) and she never calls me back. We check the new
place on Saturday -- no dialtone.
Per the tech's instructions ("If nothing happens, call this number.")
I call repair and talk to Beth. She decides that our order is scary
and requires a specialist. She transfers me to Trisha who says that
Ernie doesn't know what he's talking about and that there will be an
$18.25 charge to test the line. Then she hangs up on me.
Shortly thereafter, I get a phone message from Diane apologizing for
the inconvenience and informing us that our service will be completed
by 7pm tonight.
Then someone calls Tim at home saying that we're going to lose service
at the house today. (Sound familiar?)
Next, John from St. Paul calls me and says something about order reissue
and that I have to talk to Central Office and proceeds to call someone
and say he's going to put me through to him and then hangup and I say
"Hey, wait, no, don't you go away because I don't know what is
going on or what I'm supposed to be asking for" and he doesn't
answer that, but talks to the other guy and they get my number and then
they hang up on me again.
Nothing is working at the new house as far as I can tell. According
to repair, order numbers T & F57371347 have both been cancelled.
Order number T90841413 supposedly has been done since March 28th and
F90841413 is scheduled to be completed on April 8th. Of course, no where
can you seem to find out what those "orders" are for. What
do we do, just wait until April 8th and see if anything happens.
The condo is starting to look pretty barren. We made a lot of progress
this weekend and we've got a bit of a "break" on the moving
part... Tonight I paint the office and on Wednesday we celebrate Tim's
birthday. Tuesday will probably be a big old box moving day. We've kind
of reached a point where we're running out of boxes. We've got a few left
and we're going to have to decide if there's stuff we want to move after
the furniture, or it makes more sense to unpack some of the stuff and
leave it sitting around before we get furniture in there to put it away.
This will be our first weekend of moving. Not our first moving, for sure,
but the first weekend. We've made good progress and I think we'll be in
good shape for the furniture movers on the 8th. Still, it feels like there's
a million little details that I'm not thinking of that will crop up and
bite me. Like just the other day I remembered that somewhere in the middle
of this, I need to do my taxes! Eek!
Going out for cocktails tonight -- woohoo! Haven't done that in a long
time and am really looking forward to it.
Today our new microwave gets installed -- thank you Pauline! Making our
new kitchen bearable one piece at a time.
Tim's been rocking on the boxes, and I've been packing too. We've got
most of the livingroom shelves packed up and progress on the book cases.
I made headway on the hutch and tonight Jenny is going to help me with
the fragile stuff. We've got movers coming for the furniture on the 8th
and our goal is to have the rest of the "stuff" there before
then so the movers don't have to navigate that -- the quicker they can
get in and out, the less the bill will be. Besides, by then, we'll be
We have a signed purchase agreement on our condo! The only "contingencies"
are the standard "read the bylaws" and making sure it appraises
at what he's offering. I'm not super worried about that since we had an
appraisal recently that indicates it should be fine.
So, eek! It's time to get moving! The way I see it, I've got less than
30 days to get everything moved out of the condo and moved into (and put
away) the townhouse, because a month from yesterday is Jenny & Pietro's
rehearsal dinner. It's not nice to have guests in a boxed up house. Although
the boxes could function as tv trays...
It's very exciting today -- it was a little freaky yesterday. This morning,
I left my comb on the counter and the top off of my hair gel. Take that*
Keeping my fingers crossed, and hoping everything goes smoothly. We've
received an offer on the condo and we're scheduled to sign a purchase
agreement today at 4pm, which means that we'll have to move pronto...
NetSlaves, which first chronicled the whining of the overworked internet
worker and now chronicling the whining of the unemployed and bitter internet
worker seems to have sensed their own dire tone and has a new thread about
Things That Make You Happy No Matter What. Since I'm a lurker there,
I'll put my list here...
- The smell of earth on the first warm spring day.
- A Saturday morning cuddle with an extra half hour of sleep.
- Driving across country on a clear, sunny day -- no matter what the
- Laughing uncontrollably with my sister about the things that only
she and I would find hysterical.
- Having dinner in the excellent company of my husband. (Yeah, "Rat
Bastard" -- you've met him.)
Post your five things on the board over there -->
Yesterday they delivered the dumpsters and the siding to start the "renovation"
of the condo exterior. I still wonder who has the brother or buddy in
building contracting that is benefiting from all the work they're doing
on the condo. Whoever buys our place will be walking into a unit with
brand new windows, roof & siding -- none of it out of their pocket.
Good for them, bad for me.
In the meantime, I've started to move stuff over to the new place that
I don't figure I'll need for a while -- ribbons, breadmaker, bran flakes,
pine nuts, etc. I don't know for sure that this will help the show-ability
of our place, but it surely can't hurt...
"Hey, this condo doesn't have any bran flakes. I'm outta here!"
"... What we don't know is whether happier people get married, or
married people get happier." from the Star Tribune article "After
marriage: Same old, same old"
An interesting article that says basically you get hyped up on the wedding
day and then after a couple of years settle into the "happiness level"
that you had before the wedding. I think that's probably good and bad
news at the same time. After nearly 4 years of marriage, I'd say that
I'm as happy has I was before the wedding. But I was pretty happy to start
with. Thinking about my friends, I'd say that they're about as happy as
they were before their weddings -- which doesn't necessarily mean good
things for them.
But I am inclined to think that the people who get married (especially
those that get remarried) are an optimistic sort to begin with -- the
kind of people that aren't convinced that marriage will ruin their lives
for certain (even if it did before.) I admire that kind of optimisim.
And if More Magazine had an
article archive, I'd link to a story they ran 3 years ago about women
that had been married more than 3 times. If you run across it sometime,
it's fascinating reading.
We're up to 13 showings on the condo. The townhouse has a freshly painted
living room and Mara's room. The office has been prepped for painting
and we're slowly bringing some things over every time we go.
Mom left this morning and we're into Jenny's wedding full swing and then
Mara's birthday. Hoping that I get to destress and sleep someday (10 days
from now?) but right now I'm completely wiped out and getting very cranky
with my coworkers.
It's been a week of town-homeownership and it's been fun. We (mainly my
mother, who came into town town help us) painted the livingroom and got
rid of the hideous mint green. Yeah! We're planning on painting Mara's
room this weekend and maybe even the office. I've spent way too much time
trying to peel nasty contact paper out of the kitchen cupboards and am
We keep getting showings on the condo, but no offers so far. Poor Tim
got 5 minutes notice last night before he had to bail. We're kicked out
as of 10:30 am tomorrow and we would have one tonight if our association
fees weren't so high (they backed out of the showing when they saw that
it was $290/mo.) Can't say I blame them.
Still, the more time we spend in the new place the more we want to move
Update... We closed on the townhouse on Friday. We love it. We wandered
around the rooms singing its praises. We spent the weekend with my mom
at Menards and Home Depot checking out paint, sinks, cabinets, all kinds
of stuff that we'll do "someday" (except the paint, which will
We had two showings on the condo on Saturday so the activity keeps going
-- good news, we think. Mara came and saw the new place on Sunday and
picked out a wallpaper border with my mom.
The fridge sucks, but the washer and dryer rock -- as does central air.
What a luxury!
Now we just can't wait to move in and enjoy it! Maybe we can plan a housewarming
02.26.03 - Time be time, mon
Well, I'm not feeling any more relaxed, and I'm wishing I had the freakout
pills I had a year or so ago when I was twitchy. But I don't think I really
wanna go begging for drugs.
Especially since this situational stress has definitive ending periods.
Eventually, Jenny's wedding will have happened, the townhouse will close
and the condo will sell.
So in the meantime, I'll ramp up the exercise and wait.
02.24.03 - Situational Stress
So the closing on the townhouse is Friday. Mom is coming that day. The
condo still hasn't sold and we're living in a state of perpetual cleanliness
alert. Jasmine's tiny psyche is in a state over at Pauline's. Tim's medication
should arrive this week. Jenny's wedding is now only 8 weeks away.
Last night at 12:30 when I was wide awake, lying in bed made me crazy
and walking around the uber-tidy condo made me crazier, I could tell myself
all the rational reasons why everything would be okay with no results.
This morning I woke up with that searing heartburn that goes all the
way up into my ear canals when I'm stressed out and tried to deep breathe
my way out of it, only to feel like I was hyperventilating.
It reminds me of that morning after you've been tripping, before you
sleep. You're exhausted, wired, your body has been through the wringer
and your mind is worthless. Only I didn't get any cool visuals or giggle
Roam, if you want to. -B52s
We got final approval on our mortgage, which I guess had been stressing
me out without me realizing just how much I was tweaking. Now there are
only two things left to do. I'm not saying they're small things -- close
& sell the condo.
Oh, and move. Eep!
02.20.03 -- Food Kinda
A couple of guys on the elevator this morning are chit-chatting about
one fella's breakfast -- a Jamba Juice smoothie. He says it tastes "okay",
but at least it's healthier than Taco Bell.
To me, the kicker is that a smoothie
is 860 calories & 21 grams of fat. (Or, to simplify, 18 Weight Watchers
Taco Bell Taco is 170 calories and 10 gms of fat. (Or 4 WW points.)
I'm guestimating this man's weight, but I think that if he were on WW,
he would have been in the 24-31 point range per day. This means that he
could eat about 1.7 smoothies all day or 8 tacos.
I'm not saying that a smoothie isn't delicious and that it doesn't have
some vitamins & minerals (so does lettuce & tomato on a taco)
but it's indicative of America's confusion over what is healthy and what
is not -- fueled completely by marketing. Positive & negative.
I particularly find this interesting since after the first of the year,
Tim and I have almost exclusively eaten at home (so sad, no restaurants)
and the result is that the few pounds I've been fighting for a year disappeared
without any other lifestyle change. This is bad news for me since I was
hoping for some magical equation that still included burgers and beer.
Thank goodness I wasn't addicted to smoothies.
The uneventful days are the most difficult in this whole house process.
They are the ones that make me feel the most ineffective and with something
this large, I hate the idea that there's nothing I can do. I've always
felt in my life that no matter what, there was always something
I could do to help things along.
When I talked to my loan officer today she indicated that she didn't
want to bother underwriting too soon, which made me feel all over again
like this whole process is voodoo and my future rests on the whims of
the Carlson School of Management worthier-than-thou students that sneered
at me while I walked down the path to the Studio Arts building.
Sold another book on Amazon.com, (good riddance, Jakob Nielson) although
it's Presidents' Day, so I can't mail it. Hopefully they'll be understanding.
We had three showings over the weekend, at least one of which seems promising.
As Coral points out, it only takes one buyer. Every day I wake up and
think "maybe today I'll get a call..."
We also got to go look at the new place with Mara. It seemed so much
smaller than I remembered it! I guess this is a natural thing, plus the
woman is in the process of packing, so nothing is quite as presented as
it was. But I've got measurements and floorplans and all of our furniture
seems to fit with adequate walking space (even seem a little sparse in
places) so I'm not going to worry about it. If you feel like peeking,
you can look.
Oh! And in other good, house related news, the association manager told
me that the other two bedroom (the trashed, cheap one) sold, so hasta
la vista underpriced competition!
Happy Valentine's Day, folks!
The morning started out a little hectic -- I had to drive in with the
laptop, but at 7:45am got a call that there would be a showing at 10am,
so I called in late to work, did a last minute tidy-up and ran to work.
Opened my email to a bitchy, condescending email from our contract tech
guy elaborating the steps for registering a domain name. Hmm. Think I
know that, butthead. Then ran into more troubles because the laptop couldn't
just hook up to the network like it had before. Two strikes against contract-tech-guy
But hopefully, there are people in my house right now thinking about
how much they adore it and that they want to make an offer right away!
I can think of worse things than having my Valentine's Day dinner delayed
because we're busy signing purchase agreements.
If not, I'm going to spend the evening with a yummy gyros kit and playing
a little Siberia.
Oh, and with the love of my life! Smooches to Hubby!
Congratulations to Jenny who started her new job today -- adding a little
evil to the purity of wa-wa. You are the ninja.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, but also it's two weeks before we close
on the house. Possibly more importantly, it's the half-way point through
the traditionally coldest month of the year. March is usually quite snowwy,
but in that "I'm going to tease you with some bright beautiful sunshine
and then dump the white shit overnight" kind of way. Since the best
part of winter is the melting snow part, I don't mind March as much as
Of course, we had snow all the way through April last year. Horribly
unfair, really. Maybe this year we'll get that early and unseasonably
warm spring. Keep your fingers crossed inside your mittens.
Pt. 2 -- Giraffe's
death at Como Zoo remains a mystery -- Uh huh. When was the last time
MIKEY was there?
Half day today, which is nice, stupid insurance meeting today, which is
lame. At least I like my agent.
Work has been scary lately -- this endlessly growing list of stuff that's
"coming" but isn't ready for us to work on yet. Usually all
our clients conspire together and want everything to go to press all at
once and we go nutso. I envision them all holding off until the day of
my closing and making my life extra stressfull. Or maybe they are all
just waiting until after they file their taxes?
Last night I experimented with listing some books on Amazon.com to sell.
I figured that a little extra money in my pocket and a few less books
to move would be a very good combination. I actually didn't list as many
as I thought I might, being as sentimental as I am toward books, but already
this morning one has sold.
I also watched Joe Millionaire and was supremely disappointed. 'Nuf said.
Let's see, it's the beginning of another week and that's all I can really
say about today. Chugging through work, wrestling with server problems,
ravenous for some reason and otherwise tense.
Very much looking forward to seeing the climactic ending of Money Grubbing
Hos though. Go ZORA!
So yesterday I started freaking out about "what if" not selling
our condo and then realized that the house had been on the market for
about 48 hours. Apparently I'll just go looking for something to worry
We're heading into the first weekend after the listing and hopefully
there will at least be some showings. I chatted up the nice girl in the
building telling her that it was available and she actually seemed kind
of interested -- I guess she's renting now, which I didn't know since
she's lived there for almost as long as I have.
It's freaking cold out and poor Tim is smoking outside to keep the condo
smelling sellable. It's cut down on the quantity of smokes for sure, but
definitely increased the amount of nicotine withdrawal headaches. Ugh.
I'm glad it's Friday even though I'm not feeling like being very productive
and I've got a big old work day ahead of me. Just keep plugging and it'll
end eventually, right? Happy Friday folks.
I put together a page with pictures of the condo
we're trying to sell and emailed it off to all of my friends. I think
most of them have their own places, but maybe there are friends-of-friends
and so on that would be interested.
We had an accidental showing last night -- a realtor and client were
looking for lockboxes when I came home from work and I told them about
my place. They came and looked while Tim and I sat in the exercise room
watching King of the Hill. I don't know that they'll be interested, but
at least two more people have seen the place -- and been able to compare
our house to the other units.
Pulled together all my paperwork and it weighs a ton. Hoping I don't
have to carry that* everwhere. Talked to the treasurer of the new association
at the townhouse and found that it's, er, a close group!
Now the freakout begins. We listed our house last night and it's on the
MLS. Everything is clean and orderly and now we just wait for someone
to fall in love with our house and the mortgage(s) to be finalized. How
I don't anticipate getting a lot of sleep this month.
Tim and I are pretty excited. Loving the house we've just agreed to purchase
is going to make all the hard work we have ahead of us much easier. There's
getting our condo ready for sale, putting it up on the market, going through
the bridge financing and the final mortgage for the new place. Just when
I've got all the inspections and open houses done and the multiple closings
(interim financing, townhouse closing, condo closing) I get to relax and
If anyone is looking for a nice, 2 bedroom, 1 1/2 bath condominium on
the second floor of a well appointed building in a neighborhood they're
calling "the new uptown", drop me a note.
It's going on the market early next week.
01.30.03 (part 2)
We got the house. (!)
So the Townhouse saga continues. The listing
agent has violated the Realtor Code
of Ethics Standard of Practice 1-6 and rather than allow my agent
to present a signed purchase agreement on Tuesday night, she is continuing
to hold showings and requiring all offers be presented this morning. Bidding
wars are a fact of life in a hot real estate market, but I find a planned
bidding war to be distinctly distasteful.
As irritated as I am, however, I actually feel sort of bad for the seller
-- I understand that she's in a hurry to sell as she just got a job out
of state. How was she to know that if she'd picked a more ethical realtor
that her house would have been sold 48 hours ago?
Tim and I met with other realtors before we chose Coral.
They represented varying flavors of slick and had both had helped friends
and family before. While they were a little sales-y for us, they definitely
didn't seem shady. We picked Coral because we felt 100% comfortable with
her style and ability. I'm sure that she'll prevail on our behalf today.
For myself, all I can do is keep my fingers crossed. I have confidence
in my realtor and we both feel that she will be presenting a strong offer
on our behalf. I should know by noon today. Eep!
Tim and I found a house we love last night. It's a townhouse, in our neighborhood,
in our price range, and it's perfect (for us.) People always said we'd
just know when it was right and we did -- we didn't even have to
see the whole thing before we'd decided.
We dashed out of the showing to our relator's
house to write up a purchase agreement. The listing agent is stalling
on letting us present our offer, which is tweaking us out. (And unethical,
I might add.)
Hopefully, we'll be able to present our offer tonight and know by tomorrow
whether or not we get this gem.
Keep your fingers crossed for us please.
My big plan for the day was to go grocery shopping, but mid-morning
I realized that to go there would be to put myself in the middle of a
million people wrestling for the chips and bean dip as they stock up for
the SuperBowl. It seems almost as unpleasant as watching the game.
Thankfully, I won't have to watch the game. I'll be at the movie theater
watching dwarves biff each other. Which will suck too.
I hear tell that there are people in Minnesota that love winter. I've
never seen any of these people because I wouldn't be caught dead in one
of their sleazy hangouts -- ice skating rinks, ski slopes, frozen lakes.
Devil's workshops I tell you.
Still, I love Minneapolis. I even like the snow, provided I don't have
to be anywhere near it.
I'm sure I've linked to it before, but the phototour
of Minneapolis is a pleasant way to browse the city. You can even
check out Marcy-Holmes
and see why I want to stay livin' where I'm livin'. Dave
might wanna note that they link to the Neighborhood
I wouldn't say I'm healthy yet, but when I woke up this morning I
was pretty sure that this wasn't the new, horrible state of my life and
that I would recover eventually. My brother-in-law went to urgent care
yesterday and they confirmed that we all just had a particularly nasty
strain of Influenza. Good I guess.
But it reminds me that I've always been curious about why people used
to die from the flu. Yes, I had a fever, a cough, stuffy nose and an upset
stomach. But since the decongestants seemed to upset my stomach more than
clear my nose and chest I didn't take them much. I should have drank more
fluids than I did, but I didn't.
At no time, however, did I feel like my life was honestly in danger.
Were our bodies just weaker in general? Was the virus more aggressive?
Suppsedly you can't "catch your death of cold" so the central
heating shouldn't have figured in. The only modern convenience I suppose
that may have made a serious difference is Kleenex. I didn't reintroduce
more virus every time I blew my nose. Gross, really. Life saving? I hope
I never know.
I'm sick as a dog and it totally sucks. Started feeling a little foggy
on Saturday morning and by that night I was wheezing and moaning. Pretty
much slept all day Sunday and now I'm home from work on Monday. Classic
cold. I'm optimistic though -- my fever is down to 100 and I'm feeling
a little hungry after basically not eating for two days.
Well, for a while at least I think I'm going to do this manually. Blogger.com
can't have a separate template for the archives and the regular posts
which makes things hard to read. Plus, it's not all that hard to do, really.
Tonight I've got a work party at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. Not
super excited about a WORK party, but I'm looking forward to seeing the
Egypt exhibit, wearing my newish dress and seeing Tim in his pink sport
A little frustrated with blogger.com. It seems to work pretty well
and the files stay on my server, (er, Bill's
server) but I can't make the archive template be different than the
display template which is annoying. If I had lots of room to put a lot
of posts here, I obviously would. Maybe I keep this part manual for a
Evenutally, this area here will be powered by a blogging program -- most
likely blogger.com In the meantime, Tim and I are experimenting with a
little change of pace with the web site.
Undoubtably, links are broken and content is missing, but I've been staring
at it too long, and so I'm going to let it be for now. You could* email
me if you wanted to make my job easier.
01.14.01 - Stewartville, MN
Stewartville, MN is a very small town just south of Rochester on Hwy.
63. It can be on your route to St. Louis, MO if you decide to take the
diagonal through a lot of small towns.
If you ever drive through Stewartville, you'll notice that they have
beautiful ornate streetlights down the main drag of the town. Of course,
they've got them about ever 10 feet which results in a very surreal looking
However, this odd lighting was explained to us... by the mortician of
Stewartville... who picked Tim and I up off the side of the road when
we were hitch hiking because our car broke down between Cannon Falls and
Now, Stewartville is in the news because their porn store, Pure Pleasure,
is offering a clergy discount, much to the chagrin of the clergy.
01.06.03 - Escaping the Post-Holiday Blahs
Usually this time of year I'm completely plagued with post-holiday-party-um
where I mope around for a good month missing all the fun. I stare at the
Christmas tree alternately loving and hating it and putting off taking
down the ornaments.
This year, though, I'm lucky. My sister is getting married in April and
I've got a bunch of new parties to plan instead of missing Christmas.
I've got a bachelorette and rehearsal dinner to host, a shower to attend,
shoes to find, gifts to shop for! Woohoo! Maybe she could do this every
01.02.03 -- A new year
Meet the new year. Same as the old year. Hope everyone survived the holiday
season without the EggNog raising their cholesterol too bad. Take care.