Gimme a house, just gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme!

On Friday I was sick. Not Ferris Bueller sick where I actually spent my Friday off of work trapesing around the city, singing along to Beatles tunes with girls in leiderhosen, but the kind of sick where my head was quite literally resting against the toilet seat for most of the morning, followed by sleeping for the afternoon and then wishing I could eat in the evening.

Somehow felt like a cleansing moment, an escape from all the “real life” stuff that had been weighing on me for the last couple of months. Here was an excuse to do nothing all day but curl up in bed and sleep the day away.

This causes much grief in a life where everything is non stop. Friday was the last day at work for this gal who is having a baby, she’s an old friend of Vee’s (I have a friend here, I count her as a friend any way, even if she doesn’t think so. So there, she’s my friend. Gal, you’re my friend, DEAL.), and Friday was my step-sons last day of camp and Friday was the day that my parents went to see The Dark Knight and Friday, Husband called me up and went “so, do you think you’ll be well enough to get on the internet and look for a place to live in a little bit.”

“My head is quite literally resting on the toilet as I talk to you, so no, I don’t think so.”

Not even Husband wanted me to take a break.

But I did. And now I am well rested and done being sick and we still have no place to live.

This is our current preoccupation. We need to find an apartment/house/place to move into so that we can take care of our financial messiness in the most up and up way possible. This means a lot of looking, no excitement. Unfortunately, along with my now HORRIBLE credit history is my husband’s less than stellar history with credit which means that the two of us together constitute one of those couples that people DEIGN to rent to.

And what kills me is that the last lady in San Diego deigned to rent to us and she was right, we did have to break the lease half way through because we didn’t have enough money, like the formula told her, like she thought, but we convinced her otherwise.

We are convincing.

Anyway. Saturday I head out in the car with Baby to drive past all the properties that we can possibly deal with. And then Saturday afternoon we look through all the drive by pictures I took (I quite literally did drive by pictures, and had one guy come out of his house and wave at me like “What the heck are you doing? Drive by picturing? What?” as I slow down and creep up past the house to check it out) and decide that:

it is NOT a renters market right now. I mean really, old, run down, non painted houses are way up there. Small rooms, and dead yards. Of course they say “landscaping included with rent” but that must consist of them coming by and making sure the lawn is still dead. (Landscaper Guy 1: Still dead? Landscaper Guy 2: Yup.)
We’re gonna have to find a place we can “deal with” and not a place that we “love.”

We had a place that we loved, down the street from the beach, all new, large master bedroom, cuuuute little house with a huge yard. And the damn lady decided she didn’t like us enough to let us live there. What did she want from us? (She’s probably right… whatever)

Back to the drawing board.

As it goes we’re applying for a few houses that “will do.” And you start to wonder if that’s what your life has come down to, finding things that “will do” when you’re always taught to “never settle” and if you work hard and strive you can “be the best.”

I’m rambling cause I’m pissed. I’m pissed we didn’t get the house we wanted because some lady didn’t want us. I’m pissed because the houses we are looking at will just do. I’m pissed because Oprah hasn’t called me to just give me the 400,000 I need to buy the house that I want. I’m pissed that I’m working a good job, with good money and good hours and I STILL can’t get my financial act together.

Song on Pandora (go there if you don’t go there, it’s a pretty cool thing): Hook by Blues Traveler.

On another note I have an office. It’s green and cute and they bought me a brand new computer and office furniture and now I get to decorate and look like a big fancy schmancy cookie in my fancy schmancy office. And that makes me feel… better.

Better, but STILL PISSED at that lady.