Status report

So, in a last minute turn of events, I decided to go with Radius Financial.  In doing so, I locked in at the same rate, but will pay fewer points (paid upfront at the closing) for that rate. 

An annoying hassle has transpired as a result of getting involved with Bank of America in the first place.  Large beast of a corporation that it is, it takes 2 different departments to release my case number with the federal housing administration… the first has a turnaround time of 48 hours and the second 72, and considering we’re supposed to close in 3 business days, this is somewhat disheartening.

Of course, when we close is not as important to me as it would be to some.  Though I’ll pay about $22 a day (in my case, based on the loan amount) this is actually the interest-only portion of your mortgage payment.  So, you’d be paying this amount added to the principal in your regular mortgage payment if you had closed and were actually living there.  Since I don’t have to be out of my current place, it’s basically heads or tails to me. 

But I so want to have my housewarming/birthday party on my actual bday, since it just so happens to fall on a Saturday (Oct 11).  It’ll be a mad dash to get at least some of the painting done before the housewarming, and move what little furniture I have in, just so the place will look nice when I have people over.  Must steam clean carpets, Oxiclean the wood on the terrace, and buy some lamps.

Even if I don’t have the housewarming on the 11th, it’s going to be fantastic to be able to go over there/be in there on my 25th birthday this year.  I can still have a bday dinner party, even if I don’t have a table or any chairs, right?  You certainly don’t need colorful walls to eat pizza.

<3 Happy Girl

 

Curse of the Cow

Hello, I have a serious problem. 
I think I may be in extreme denial of my physical appearance.
 
You all know me well enough… you’ve seen me.  Would you tell me if I was clinically obese?  I mean, if I asked?  Well, I’m asking…
 
…because…
 
I JUST GOT HAMBURGER IN MY EYE.
 
You know, it really doesn’t even matter how it happened.  I flicked it off a fork into my left EYE, but at this point it’s irrelevant.  The thing that I think matters is that nobody who’s not an extremely fat kid could possibly manage to get BEEF in their own eye.  It stung and I think there’s still some in there.  My vision’s slightly blurry and the eye is producing tears like it’s on the payroll of a third-world sweatshop.
 
Anyway, there are mirrors in the world; I’ve seen pictures of myself; my neck is capable of craning downward, but I fear I might suffer from some sort of reverse-anorexic dysmorphia.  Like, I look in the mirror and I don’t see a 500 pound person, but maybe it’s just because my eyes are too filled with BEEF to see properly.
 
Please let me know, okay?  I promise I won’t hold your honesty against you.  I need to know, it’s for my own good — I should probably find some sort of program, or support group, so that this kind of thing doesn’t recur.
 
Thanks a lot,
Angela