If Mos Def were POTUS, I would be giddy. I am thrilled about Obama, but MOS DEF? That would be the pinnacle of awesome for me. That would be one hell of a cabinet, I know that. What would it be like if Mos Def were President? I’ll let him tell you himself:
I sprained my wrist at work last Friday, so renovations on the house have slowed. Luckily, I’m not the painter so that work is still getting done and I am doing the stuff I can do with limited use of my left hand. If I had sprained my right wrist I would be in a world of hurt (pun intended).
I did upload a huge group of pictures to Flickr and will be going through and adding the descriptions and whatnot to them over the next few days.
One of the tricks I’m going to have to learn is how to separate the personal and renovations photos so that they each show up on the correct blog. I Did That will house all my renovation stuff and the more personal (and less interesting) things will be on here.
I’ve restarted I Did That and encourage you to check it out if you want to keep up with my renovations.
We closed on the house and started our whirlwind of fixing it up. I’m very excited and the work is going well. We aren’t going to be moving in until after Thanksgiving, so we have free reign as far as the painting and what not goes. There is certainly a measure of freedom in not having to live in it as you tear it apart. I will provide extensive pictures and updates soon.
I am, however, hearing a heavy set chick warming up her pipes.
It looks like Barack Obama is going to be the 44th President of the United States.
Thank you, sir and congratulations.
Update: They’ve called it for Obama. I would just like to say, my generation rocks.
It is a sad state of affairs when they tell me that we are still on to close at 3 and I really don’t believe them. I fully expect to get there and there be some hold up of some sort.
We will see.
We may never close. It seems that Real Estate and it’s tangential industries have so much money floating around in them that anyone can get a job in it. Competence and a sense of urgency seem to not only be optional, but somewhat discouraged.
The plat still hasn’t been signed off on by Columbia County, so the closing has been moved back to yet another tomorrow.
On the upside of losing 5 days of work, I play really good poker when I’m mad and my Full Tilt account balance has doubled in the last couple of days.
This is actually designed for monkeys and not chickens, but it might help diaperchickenitis.
I live by the old adage: If at first you don’t close, cry, cry and then go play poker.
Turns out that yesterday was not Closing Eve. There seems to be a problem with how the plat was recorded by the surveyor, and with the surveyor’s office being closed today, closing wont happen until Monday. This really sucks because it puts me 4 days behind in my work and throws off all the money figures since we will be closing in a different month. It’s not a huge deal as far as the deal itself goes, we will still close. It does have time and money repercussions that I would prefer not to have to deal with. So now I’m in hurry up and wait mode.
Oh, and just for the record, Todd Heath is a hateful little coal-hearted man who wished this on me and I hope he gets diaperchickenitis so bad that his bottom falls off.