It was been quite the hectic past few weeks. We moved, we painted, we scrubbed and now the end is finally in sight. Barring any unforeseen catastrophes we should be able to list our house, like, today. I am so glad all this crap is done.
We managed to clear the bulk of our stuff out of the old place on Halloween weekend and we have been staying at the new one since that first night. I wish I could say we threw the door open to our new home and were greeted by the smell of freshly scrubbed walls and shampooed carpets with a gift basket on the sparking clean kitchen counter from the previous owners congratulating us on our new home and wishing us as much happiness there as they had. I wish. Instead we walked into a completely filthy place that smelled like the grossest old apartment you’ve ever lived in, every single corner has dings and gauges out of them from carelessly moved furniture and the toilet in the master bath was literally the dirtiest one I have ever seen in my life. Ever. The whole place was filthy; it looked like they had not cleaned anything since the day they found out it was sold. It was so disgusting and needless to say that kinda takes the wind out of your sails when you’ve just paid over a quarter of a million dollars for a place.
They were even ignorant enough to leave behind a bunch of junk and furniture. Including a pink vibrating chair. Seriously. They also left two big, heavy, old dressers, a large and broken computer desk, a busted reclining love seat, some nasty old underpants and a gross old lady negligee. Seriously. Nasty briefs under the vanity in the bathroom and lingerie hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Shows how diligently they cleaned the place before we took possession. There was also a good two or three truck loads full of junk under the deck and in the garages. Pretty ignorant if you ask me. Our realtor actually said it was the worst he’s seen in the last two or three years. On the bright side he did have the garbage hauled away and agreed to foot the bill for carpet cleaning. But still. Yuck.
But back to the toilet for a moment. I don’t even know how a toilet gets to be like that. Like I can’t even fathom what one would have to do to create that kind of grub, scum, slime - whatever it is. The only thing I can figure is not flushing for days (weeks?) at a time and never EVER cleaning it. I should have taken a picture but was in total shock over how bad it was I just wanted in clean. I guess when you’re looking at a place you really don’t think to look under the toilet seats (FYI, when you look at a house, look under the toilet seats) so it very well could have been like that both times we looked at it. I know it’s not like a dirty toilet would stop you from buying the house but it does speak to the maintenance of the place. If they couldn’t be bothered to swirl a brush around the toilet bowl every few weeks then they probably weren’t too diligent with cleaning the furnace and stuff like that either. Just something to consider.
I would be so embarrassed to leave my house - my fucking home - like that. We may have bought through a realtor but their name is still on the contract, we still know who they are and it’s a small town. I would think that if nothing else people would be too embarrassed to leave somewhere they called home looking like that. I guess I just have more pride than that. Our old house was our home, it was OURS. I can’t imagine that just meaning nothing to us because the ink dried on the contract. I couldn’t even leave an apartment like that in good conscience.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Why?
Because we're moving tomorrow.The hood of that truck has 8 and a half inches of snow on it. And the snow is wet and heavy so we've probably got a lot more than that. Lovely. If we weren't moving this weekend then it would be 20 degrees and sunny.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Being a Grown Up is 'spensive
Well, looks like I crapped out with ze blogging again. Oh well, at least this time it’s because I’ve been really busy rather than just tired and uninspired.
On October the 31st at noon o’ the clock we will officially be the proud owners of such wonders as:
- Stair cases, inside the house
- Multiple toilets, one in striking faux marble
- Multiple garages
- An adorable little fenced vegetable garden
- A yard specifically set up for a dog. Or several
- A hedge
- Two fireplaces. Real ones. Ones that don’t need to be plugged in. Ones you can actually burn things in
- And more wood paneling than one would ever hope to see in their lifetime
We kinda sorta bought another house. In just kinda sorta happened. We weren’t intending to buy a new house, we certainly aren’t ready for a second house considering that right now Nick is kinda sorta unemployed (he’s going to school until mid November) but it seems like opportunity picks the most inopportune times to knock. We were planning on finishing our renos and thinking about a new place in a few years. We were both to the point where we were so bored with our current house, knowing that you aren’t going to stay somewhere and having that RESALE cloud hanging over every improvement you do makes it so hard to get excited about anything, it’s just boring and very unfulfilling. We talked about what style of house we liked and we would drive around looking at houses quite often, so we knew exactly what we wanted. Then one day we drove by a house that was exactly what we wanted, and there just so happened to be a For Sale sign in the front yard.
The next thing you know we called our realtor - just to get an idea of what our house is worth and what sort of improvements we would have to do before we could sell it. Ya know, just for curiosity’s sake. He said that all he would recommend is the finishing touches; clean it up and trim it up. Then he told us what we could expect to get for it and we were suddenly no longer thinking a few years in the future. Wow. So we thought, what the heck, let’s go take a peek at that ugly bi level on the hill that caught our attention and started this whole crazy thing in motion. So one sunny September Saturday we met our realtor at the house and took a peek.
Well. It is one ugly domicile. Which is why it has been on the market forever and why the price was so reasonable. People are lazy and most are unable to see past things like wallboard with a bizarre texture and semi gloss terra cotta coloured paint, gold veined stick on tiles, purple counter tops, an ensuite with faux marble fixtures and a basement that’s a veritable maze of wood paneling. Well, thank god for lazy people because while this house may be a tad visually disturbing it’s also exactly what we want - rock solid in all the places that matter, the layout we wanted and the sky is the limit with what we can do with it. Nothing needs to be done, it’s perfectly liveable, it’s just ugly. And it was a good price in a market that’s set to sky rocket. It’s the project we weren’t looking for but couldn’t pass up.
So suddenly we’re in our realtor’s office offering and signing and initialling away. We were in the bank to see if we can carry two mortgages until we sell our current place. Turns out we’re gold, we had the cash for a down payment and with so much equity in the old place everything was A OK. Before we knew it we were shaking our realtor’s hand and it was done like dinner. We now have two mortgages (and one income, temporarily).
Now we’re in the midst of a home improvement frenzy so we can get our house listed before the snow really starts to fly. Well, until the snow sticks around anyway, it’s flying like crazy right now. There are boxes everywhere; life’s been turned completely upside down. And it’s great! As long as our house sells quickly and we don’t have to have it sitting empty for too long everything will be perfect. A friend of ours was looking for a place to stay until he can buy a house so we offered him the basement and he jumped at the chance to get out of his apartment. So we will have a little extra income to help with the multiple mortgages, which is nice. Plus he’s a good guy, quiet and respectful, so I think it will be fine having him inhabit a corner of the basement.
So ya, that’s what’s been going on. It’s pretty crazy and I’m starting to get excited. The only thing I’m nervous about it trying to sell so late in the year. I just hope our old place has enough going for it that someone will snap it up quick. I think it will. I hope by Christmas it will be gone, fingers grossed. It just goes to show that the best deals come along when you aren’t looking.
On October the 31st at noon o’ the clock we will officially be the proud owners of such wonders as:
- Stair cases, inside the house
- Multiple toilets, one in striking faux marble
- Multiple garages
- An adorable little fenced vegetable garden
- A yard specifically set up for a dog. Or several
- A hedge
- Two fireplaces. Real ones. Ones that don’t need to be plugged in. Ones you can actually burn things in
- And more wood paneling than one would ever hope to see in their lifetime
We kinda sorta bought another house. In just kinda sorta happened. We weren’t intending to buy a new house, we certainly aren’t ready for a second house considering that right now Nick is kinda sorta unemployed (he’s going to school until mid November) but it seems like opportunity picks the most inopportune times to knock. We were planning on finishing our renos and thinking about a new place in a few years. We were both to the point where we were so bored with our current house, knowing that you aren’t going to stay somewhere and having that RESALE cloud hanging over every improvement you do makes it so hard to get excited about anything, it’s just boring and very unfulfilling. We talked about what style of house we liked and we would drive around looking at houses quite often, so we knew exactly what we wanted. Then one day we drove by a house that was exactly what we wanted, and there just so happened to be a For Sale sign in the front yard.
The next thing you know we called our realtor - just to get an idea of what our house is worth and what sort of improvements we would have to do before we could sell it. Ya know, just for curiosity’s sake. He said that all he would recommend is the finishing touches; clean it up and trim it up. Then he told us what we could expect to get for it and we were suddenly no longer thinking a few years in the future. Wow. So we thought, what the heck, let’s go take a peek at that ugly bi level on the hill that caught our attention and started this whole crazy thing in motion. So one sunny September Saturday we met our realtor at the house and took a peek.
Well. It is one ugly domicile. Which is why it has been on the market forever and why the price was so reasonable. People are lazy and most are unable to see past things like wallboard with a bizarre texture and semi gloss terra cotta coloured paint, gold veined stick on tiles, purple counter tops, an ensuite with faux marble fixtures and a basement that’s a veritable maze of wood paneling. Well, thank god for lazy people because while this house may be a tad visually disturbing it’s also exactly what we want - rock solid in all the places that matter, the layout we wanted and the sky is the limit with what we can do with it. Nothing needs to be done, it’s perfectly liveable, it’s just ugly. And it was a good price in a market that’s set to sky rocket. It’s the project we weren’t looking for but couldn’t pass up.
So suddenly we’re in our realtor’s office offering and signing and initialling away. We were in the bank to see if we can carry two mortgages until we sell our current place. Turns out we’re gold, we had the cash for a down payment and with so much equity in the old place everything was A OK. Before we knew it we were shaking our realtor’s hand and it was done like dinner. We now have two mortgages (and one income, temporarily).
Now we’re in the midst of a home improvement frenzy so we can get our house listed before the snow really starts to fly. Well, until the snow sticks around anyway, it’s flying like crazy right now. There are boxes everywhere; life’s been turned completely upside down. And it’s great! As long as our house sells quickly and we don’t have to have it sitting empty for too long everything will be perfect. A friend of ours was looking for a place to stay until he can buy a house so we offered him the basement and he jumped at the chance to get out of his apartment. So we will have a little extra income to help with the multiple mortgages, which is nice. Plus he’s a good guy, quiet and respectful, so I think it will be fine having him inhabit a corner of the basement.
So ya, that’s what’s been going on. It’s pretty crazy and I’m starting to get excited. The only thing I’m nervous about it trying to sell so late in the year. I just hope our old place has enough going for it that someone will snap it up quick. I think it will. I hope by Christmas it will be gone, fingers grossed. It just goes to show that the best deals come along when you aren’t looking.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Bored?
I guess it's probably wrong to find this funny but yes, I am that kind of person.
So if you're bored and enjoy judging people solely on their appearance you should really check out The People of Wal Mart.
So if you're bored and enjoy judging people solely on their appearance you should really check out The People of Wal Mart.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Fun Weekly Time Killer
- Disguised :: Raccoon
- Big wheel :: Trike
- Irritating :: Irritant
- Care :: Bear
- Grandpa :: Grandma
- Shooting :: Fish in a barrel
- Sunglasses :: Big
- Stampede :: Calgary
- Painstakingly :: Long
- Terrible position :: Secretary
Friday, August 21, 2009
Bored?
You should really check out This is Why You're Fat if you're looking for a time killer and would like to be simultaneously intrigued and disgusted. It's so gross, yet still fascinating.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Bizarro Dodge
Everyone has seen the ‘bizarro’ Seinfeld episode, right? Where they discover the bizarro versions of everyone and the coffee shop? Well, over the long weekend we got to experience Bizarro Dodge.
We managed to find not only the bizarro version of the town but versions of bars and people. We found the bizarro version of our ‘night club’ and a bizarro combination version of a couple pubs. It was quite the experience. It would have been a lot less intense and upsetting had we not smoked a bunch of Sid’s stuff before we headed out. That really amplified the bizarro factor. In fact, after the first bizarro bar I was all but freaking the fuck out and just about ditched. Not only were we sitting in a bizarro version of one of our favourite pubs surrounded by bizarro waitresses and bizarro patrons but there was an intensely creepy bizarro local band playing. It was very bizarre, to say the least. We sat in a corner and were trying to be mellow and just take it all in when the lead singer started addressing the audience between songs. That in and of itself wasn’t bizarre but the stuff that was coming out of his mouth certainly was. He said the most bizarre, vulgar, angry, sexual things and even as I was listening to them I knew that none of us would be able to remember them after. And we didn’t. It’s like we all know we heard it, we all know it was upsetting and, well, bizarre but our brains won’t let us remember the particulars. The only bit that I recall is him talking to some girls who were there for a stagette. They were nurses and he made reference to a prostate exam. He said, and we all remember this part clear as a bell, ‘they stuff their arm up the guy’s pee hole’. Seriously. It was very very traumatic and upsetting. To say the least. And there was some strange red back light on the guitar player that made him look like a middle aged, scraggly haired Beelzebub. Just a tad terrifying.
At the next bar, the bizarro night club, Nick and Sid absolutely abandoned me with ‘Chane’ who was so hopped up on Jagerbomb Margaritas you would swear he was on crack. So I was stuck on the dance floor for what seemed like hours (in reality it was probably only like 45 minutes) with Cracky McCokefiend (ok, Redbully McJager) while he tried to work his magic on the ladies. Turns out that he had none; I guess the jitters and profuse sweating caused by abusing energy drinks just doesn’t turn a bizarro bar skank’s crank. I did get to see him do the most hilarious rendition of his patented dance ‘The Coveralls’ and watch him get shot the fuck down by a cutie that he later claimed ‘was on LSD’ which was pretty damn funny. All in all it was pretty goofy and most likely highly embarrassing but since no one had a clue who we were it was all good. And aside from the abandonment issues and excess perspiration it was pretty damn fun to dance like you just don’t care. Because we really didn’t.
I am proud of myself for making the effort to do things that I normally wouldn’t because they make me uncomfortable. Even if those things included getting stoned and going to strange bars in a strange town, I still consider it a personal accomplishment. I too often write things and experiences off as too much of a bother or a hassle and it’s not something a person should make a habit of. I also decided to actually utilize the hotel pool and even though it was murky and gross I also consider that to be a bit of an accomplishment in leaving my comfort zone. We had a ton of fun and I almost passed it up so as to not ruin my freshly straightened hair. I’m glad I threw caution to the wind and decided to dive it though; life’s too short to let your hair rule it.
Other than that it was a good, fun, quick and bizarre trip. We also saw some old timey things, played dirty mad libs and travelled with a chubby lover blow up doll. Need I say more?
We managed to find not only the bizarro version of the town but versions of bars and people. We found the bizarro version of our ‘night club’ and a bizarro combination version of a couple pubs. It was quite the experience. It would have been a lot less intense and upsetting had we not smoked a bunch of Sid’s stuff before we headed out. That really amplified the bizarro factor. In fact, after the first bizarro bar I was all but freaking the fuck out and just about ditched. Not only were we sitting in a bizarro version of one of our favourite pubs surrounded by bizarro waitresses and bizarro patrons but there was an intensely creepy bizarro local band playing. It was very bizarre, to say the least. We sat in a corner and were trying to be mellow and just take it all in when the lead singer started addressing the audience between songs. That in and of itself wasn’t bizarre but the stuff that was coming out of his mouth certainly was. He said the most bizarre, vulgar, angry, sexual things and even as I was listening to them I knew that none of us would be able to remember them after. And we didn’t. It’s like we all know we heard it, we all know it was upsetting and, well, bizarre but our brains won’t let us remember the particulars. The only bit that I recall is him talking to some girls who were there for a stagette. They were nurses and he made reference to a prostate exam. He said, and we all remember this part clear as a bell, ‘they stuff their arm up the guy’s pee hole’. Seriously. It was very very traumatic and upsetting. To say the least. And there was some strange red back light on the guitar player that made him look like a middle aged, scraggly haired Beelzebub. Just a tad terrifying.
At the next bar, the bizarro night club, Nick and Sid absolutely abandoned me with ‘Chane’ who was so hopped up on Jagerbomb Margaritas you would swear he was on crack. So I was stuck on the dance floor for what seemed like hours (in reality it was probably only like 45 minutes) with Cracky McCokefiend (ok, Redbully McJager) while he tried to work his magic on the ladies. Turns out that he had none; I guess the jitters and profuse sweating caused by abusing energy drinks just doesn’t turn a bizarro bar skank’s crank. I did get to see him do the most hilarious rendition of his patented dance ‘The Coveralls’ and watch him get shot the fuck down by a cutie that he later claimed ‘was on LSD’ which was pretty damn funny. All in all it was pretty goofy and most likely highly embarrassing but since no one had a clue who we were it was all good. And aside from the abandonment issues and excess perspiration it was pretty damn fun to dance like you just don’t care. Because we really didn’t.
I am proud of myself for making the effort to do things that I normally wouldn’t because they make me uncomfortable. Even if those things included getting stoned and going to strange bars in a strange town, I still consider it a personal accomplishment. I too often write things and experiences off as too much of a bother or a hassle and it’s not something a person should make a habit of. I also decided to actually utilize the hotel pool and even though it was murky and gross I also consider that to be a bit of an accomplishment in leaving my comfort zone. We had a ton of fun and I almost passed it up so as to not ruin my freshly straightened hair. I’m glad I threw caution to the wind and decided to dive it though; life’s too short to let your hair rule it.
Other than that it was a good, fun, quick and bizarre trip. We also saw some old timey things, played dirty mad libs and travelled with a chubby lover blow up doll. Need I say more?
Friday, August 07, 2009
Happiness is...
...Ordering two shots for $7.50, giving the waitress a ten -- and then getting $12.50 in change.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
FACEBOOK FIGHT!!!!
I hate Facebook. I think I’m probably the only person my age that doesn’t have a Facebook account. I do agree that in theory it is a great resource for reconnecting and keeping in touch but too often in practice it’s just used as a tool for passive aggressive turds. In fact lots of great internet resources are abused like that (I’m looking at you, MSN Messenger).
Mad at someone but too much of a pussy to tell them so to their face? Just hit delete and sit back all smug like you got the last word in. You heard a rumor that a friend of a friend’s ex whom you’ve never met or spoken to did something nasty? Call them a bitch and a whore and a slut over instant messaging and feel like a fucking hero. Oh, and don’t forget to regularly update your status with a bunch of cryptic BS vaguely targeting the object of your disdain. If the people who did this kind of shit were 15 then I suppose it would be understandable but when they’re in their 20’s it’s just plain ridiculous.
Our buddy with the new girlfriend happened to have initially met her because she was dating a buddy of his. A month or two after they had broken up our friend ran into her at the bar. They hadn’t seen or talked to each other in months, since she was still with the ex, so they just started talking and catching up. I told him not to be ‘that guy’ and he said don’t worry; he wouldn’t do that to a friend. After a while things were starting to progress and I told him again not to enter ‘that guy’ territory and he really impressed me by stepping up to the plate to ‘man up’. He told his friend face to face, man to man, that he was seeing his ex. The guy said that was fine, he didn’t care and as far as our friend was concerned that was that. And really, it’s not like he ‘stole her’ from him. In fact, he apparently broke it off so as far as our buddy could see there was no rational reason for animosity. I told him to wait and see, I knew it was just the calm before the storm. After all this is the same guy who hates my guts because of that one time I yelled at him eight years ago.
So fast forward a month of so to present day Dodge and it’s apparently a whole different story. Our buddy’s girl’s ex (can you tell I don’t like using real names?) has decided it’s grudge time and his way of telling our buddy, his childhood friend, that he’s no longer cool with things is to delete them both off his fucking Facebook. Wow, doesn’t get much more mature than that does it? Passive aggressive piece of shit. Then the little brother of some nutty chick we went to school with, neither of whom have ever even met her, decided to take it upon himself to call her a bunch of juvenile names over MSN and then making himself appear offline (is that a thing?) so she couldn’t respond. What that little turd or his screwy sister have to do with the situation is beyond me.
I hate this shit. And I truly mean that, I’m not one of those people who say they hate it but secretly relish being involved, no matter how peripherally, in psycho drama bullshit like this. I knew lots of people who were like that in school and something tells me that some of them never really change; they just find more subtle ways to involve themselves. They may use the guise of a sympathetic ear or a concerned friend who just wants to help and give advice but it just comes down to a genuine love of being embroiled in drama. And fuelling it. God that bugs me. I will listen to anyone tell their story and I will definitely form an opinion based on that but I am still a firm believer in the three sided rule for break ups – there’s her side, his side and then the truth. Just because one pissed off and scorned ex tells you something doesn’t mean you should take it as gospel or jump right in and attack the other person involved. Quite frankly it’s none of your damn business, especially if you don’t even know the other half of the former couple.
But, I digress. This was actually supposed to be about how much I hate Facebook – oops, kinda got away from me there.
The thing that really bugs me the most is that our buddy is really genuinely surprised and hurt that someone he’s known practically since kindergarten has decided to completely write off their friendship in such a ridiculous, juvenile and passive aggressive way. Just end it with the click of the button without being man enough to talk to him about it or anything. So now our buddy is mad, is having the typical male reaction of wanting to punch him in the nose and is also confused and upset because he doesn’t know or understand what changed between their initial conversation and now. And how could he when he wasn’t offered any semblance of a reason or explanation.
One ‘good’ thing that came out of this was getting a chance to see how our buddy’s GF reacts in situations like this. It’s an interesting way to get a little glimpse into the real someone, especially when they seem like the type that is extremely hard to get to know. And ya know what? I’m pretty damn impressed. She definitely isn’t a drama queen either (BIG plus for me) and while she has good reason to be pissed off (there’s lots of other stuff going on too) she isn’t trying to garner votes in her favor or organize a torch toting mob. She’s just playing it cool and seems to be encouraging our buddy to do the same. I like that.
Well, since we’re apparently back in high school for the afternoon I had better go – school’s out in 2 minutes.
Mad at someone but too much of a pussy to tell them so to their face? Just hit delete and sit back all smug like you got the last word in. You heard a rumor that a friend of a friend’s ex whom you’ve never met or spoken to did something nasty? Call them a bitch and a whore and a slut over instant messaging and feel like a fucking hero. Oh, and don’t forget to regularly update your status with a bunch of cryptic BS vaguely targeting the object of your disdain. If the people who did this kind of shit were 15 then I suppose it would be understandable but when they’re in their 20’s it’s just plain ridiculous.
Our buddy with the new girlfriend happened to have initially met her because she was dating a buddy of his. A month or two after they had broken up our friend ran into her at the bar. They hadn’t seen or talked to each other in months, since she was still with the ex, so they just started talking and catching up. I told him not to be ‘that guy’ and he said don’t worry; he wouldn’t do that to a friend. After a while things were starting to progress and I told him again not to enter ‘that guy’ territory and he really impressed me by stepping up to the plate to ‘man up’. He told his friend face to face, man to man, that he was seeing his ex. The guy said that was fine, he didn’t care and as far as our friend was concerned that was that. And really, it’s not like he ‘stole her’ from him. In fact, he apparently broke it off so as far as our buddy could see there was no rational reason for animosity. I told him to wait and see, I knew it was just the calm before the storm. After all this is the same guy who hates my guts because of that one time I yelled at him eight years ago.
So fast forward a month of so to present day Dodge and it’s apparently a whole different story. Our buddy’s girl’s ex (can you tell I don’t like using real names?) has decided it’s grudge time and his way of telling our buddy, his childhood friend, that he’s no longer cool with things is to delete them both off his fucking Facebook. Wow, doesn’t get much more mature than that does it? Passive aggressive piece of shit. Then the little brother of some nutty chick we went to school with, neither of whom have ever even met her, decided to take it upon himself to call her a bunch of juvenile names over MSN and then making himself appear offline (is that a thing?) so she couldn’t respond. What that little turd or his screwy sister have to do with the situation is beyond me.
I hate this shit. And I truly mean that, I’m not one of those people who say they hate it but secretly relish being involved, no matter how peripherally, in psycho drama bullshit like this. I knew lots of people who were like that in school and something tells me that some of them never really change; they just find more subtle ways to involve themselves. They may use the guise of a sympathetic ear or a concerned friend who just wants to help and give advice but it just comes down to a genuine love of being embroiled in drama. And fuelling it. God that bugs me. I will listen to anyone tell their story and I will definitely form an opinion based on that but I am still a firm believer in the three sided rule for break ups – there’s her side, his side and then the truth. Just because one pissed off and scorned ex tells you something doesn’t mean you should take it as gospel or jump right in and attack the other person involved. Quite frankly it’s none of your damn business, especially if you don’t even know the other half of the former couple.
But, I digress. This was actually supposed to be about how much I hate Facebook – oops, kinda got away from me there.
The thing that really bugs me the most is that our buddy is really genuinely surprised and hurt that someone he’s known practically since kindergarten has decided to completely write off their friendship in such a ridiculous, juvenile and passive aggressive way. Just end it with the click of the button without being man enough to talk to him about it or anything. So now our buddy is mad, is having the typical male reaction of wanting to punch him in the nose and is also confused and upset because he doesn’t know or understand what changed between their initial conversation and now. And how could he when he wasn’t offered any semblance of a reason or explanation.
One ‘good’ thing that came out of this was getting a chance to see how our buddy’s GF reacts in situations like this. It’s an interesting way to get a little glimpse into the real someone, especially when they seem like the type that is extremely hard to get to know. And ya know what? I’m pretty damn impressed. She definitely isn’t a drama queen either (BIG plus for me) and while she has good reason to be pissed off (there’s lots of other stuff going on too) she isn’t trying to garner votes in her favor or organize a torch toting mob. She’s just playing it cool and seems to be encouraging our buddy to do the same. I like that.
Well, since we’re apparently back in high school for the afternoon I had better go – school’s out in 2 minutes.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Looks Like SOMEONE Might Have a Girlfriend...
Interesting weekend. We decided to go camping a while ago and much to my surprise everyone actually showed up – including the couple featured in my ‘People Suck’ rant.
And it actually went really well, believe it or not. I think I’m willing to put my first and second impressions on hold for the time being (not forget them, mind you) and keep trying to get along with her. We actually seemed to get on OK once everyone was sitting around a fire with drinks in their hands and there were no other tables to escape to (haha). I think it may have been my jello shooters that won her over but I’m willing to take victory where I find it. We talked for a while and she does seem to be a pretty cool person. Definitely a little cold but that really doesn’t bother me as long as I’m not the one being iced out. Truth be told I prefer an ice queen to a cheerleader type any day of the week. She isn’t a big fan of snotty bitches, skanks or other offensive representations of the female population but that’s cool because neither am I. I am still reasonably sure she’s a bit of a bitch though – but even that’s alright ‘cause really, so am I.
Before we hit the road I told our buddy that I would not under any circumstances put up with a repeat performance and he echoed the sentiment. He said if she was going to be a cow then she could stay home and if she started being one he would take her there. But in spite of the previous weekend he insisted that she was into the camping trip and actually excited about going so I thought I’d give one last benefit of the doubt. And I’m glad I did because they seem to go together pretty well and I really do want everyone to get along. So far everyone seems to, as far as I can tell anyway. He said she had fun which is a good sign.
There were a few factors that I failed to take into account before my possibly hasty interpretation of the previous Saturdays’ events. The most understandable factor in her seemingly inappropriate behavior was a little error in judgment on our part. When we got to the bar they were sitting in a section with a shit-tastic waitress, every time we have her we never get served so we decided to switch to our ‘favorite’ waitresses section. We were too drunk to consider that our buddy just recently had a little fling with the favorite waitress, and his new girl really, REALLY doesn’t like her. I was just thinking it would be nice to get what we ordered when we ordered it but looking back I can see why the buddy’s girl wouldn’t want to come to our table after that. It doesn’t really justify some of her actions but still, I guess I can relate.
Another factor that I guess should be considered is that her ex really doesn’t like me. In fact, he absolutely hates both Nick and me for almost no reason at all. We were friends with him in high school and for quite a while after but for some unknown reason he decided mid way through his relationship with her that he should hold some ridiculous grudge over me yelling at him at a grad party. Never mind the fact that we graduated eight years ago, we continued to be friends for years after grad and I don’t even remember the argument. It really sounds like the guy is just a jackass all around and she obviously sees that now that she’s been given the gift of hindsight via a nasty breakup. But still, when you’ve been hearing shitty things about people for the last few years it’s pretty hard to just forget them, even if they turned out to be a bunch of BS. In time I’m sure she will realize he was just being a vindictive, lying asshole but I guess I should have realized that she was coming into this with some pre conceived notions of her own. In fact I think she has already figured it out as our buddy did tell her not to believe the things her ex told her about us. He said that he has been friends with us for over ten years and wouldn’t be if we were bad people which I think got through to her.
So I’m really breathing a sigh of relief. It definitely looks like things are going to work out OK here. I’m glad that I gave it one more do over before writing her off entirely. I think that we could really get along if we spent more time together and I will admit that the idea of a double date is something I could get used to. I guess it does pay to be open minded after all; who knew?
And it actually went really well, believe it or not. I think I’m willing to put my first and second impressions on hold for the time being (not forget them, mind you) and keep trying to get along with her. We actually seemed to get on OK once everyone was sitting around a fire with drinks in their hands and there were no other tables to escape to (haha). I think it may have been my jello shooters that won her over but I’m willing to take victory where I find it. We talked for a while and she does seem to be a pretty cool person. Definitely a little cold but that really doesn’t bother me as long as I’m not the one being iced out. Truth be told I prefer an ice queen to a cheerleader type any day of the week. She isn’t a big fan of snotty bitches, skanks or other offensive representations of the female population but that’s cool because neither am I. I am still reasonably sure she’s a bit of a bitch though – but even that’s alright ‘cause really, so am I.
Before we hit the road I told our buddy that I would not under any circumstances put up with a repeat performance and he echoed the sentiment. He said if she was going to be a cow then she could stay home and if she started being one he would take her there. But in spite of the previous weekend he insisted that she was into the camping trip and actually excited about going so I thought I’d give one last benefit of the doubt. And I’m glad I did because they seem to go together pretty well and I really do want everyone to get along. So far everyone seems to, as far as I can tell anyway. He said she had fun which is a good sign.
There were a few factors that I failed to take into account before my possibly hasty interpretation of the previous Saturdays’ events. The most understandable factor in her seemingly inappropriate behavior was a little error in judgment on our part. When we got to the bar they were sitting in a section with a shit-tastic waitress, every time we have her we never get served so we decided to switch to our ‘favorite’ waitresses section. We were too drunk to consider that our buddy just recently had a little fling with the favorite waitress, and his new girl really, REALLY doesn’t like her. I was just thinking it would be nice to get what we ordered when we ordered it but looking back I can see why the buddy’s girl wouldn’t want to come to our table after that. It doesn’t really justify some of her actions but still, I guess I can relate.
Another factor that I guess should be considered is that her ex really doesn’t like me. In fact, he absolutely hates both Nick and me for almost no reason at all. We were friends with him in high school and for quite a while after but for some unknown reason he decided mid way through his relationship with her that he should hold some ridiculous grudge over me yelling at him at a grad party. Never mind the fact that we graduated eight years ago, we continued to be friends for years after grad and I don’t even remember the argument. It really sounds like the guy is just a jackass all around and she obviously sees that now that she’s been given the gift of hindsight via a nasty breakup. But still, when you’ve been hearing shitty things about people for the last few years it’s pretty hard to just forget them, even if they turned out to be a bunch of BS. In time I’m sure she will realize he was just being a vindictive, lying asshole but I guess I should have realized that she was coming into this with some pre conceived notions of her own. In fact I think she has already figured it out as our buddy did tell her not to believe the things her ex told her about us. He said that he has been friends with us for over ten years and wouldn’t be if we were bad people which I think got through to her.
So I’m really breathing a sigh of relief. It definitely looks like things are going to work out OK here. I’m glad that I gave it one more do over before writing her off entirely. I think that we could really get along if we spent more time together and I will admit that the idea of a double date is something I could get used to. I guess it does pay to be open minded after all; who knew?
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