Monday, March 24, 2008

Another Try

Back in September, I finally got my hands on one of the Vosges chocolate bars with bacon. I was a bit disappointed with it, though, because I didn't feel that the bacon flavor was distinct enough.

When we went to Maine for Christmas, Tim's mom bought me another Vosges chocolate bar with bacon. I kept forgetting I had it and finally got around to opening it tonight. I broke off a piece and....delicious! It's great! There seems to be a lot more bacony goodness in this bar than in the one we got a few months ago. It's great and I'm savoring every bite.

Do you want to know how sweet my boyfriend is? (He hates it when I say that). Here's what I got for Easter. Isn't it cute? It's almost too cute to eat!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Philosophical Question

Yesterday as I was driving to work, I was listening to my usual morning show and they were talking about an article one of them had read in a magazine. Yes, I know, what did we ever know about anything before trashy magazines?


Anyway, it was this survey they had done. I'll be honest and say I don't remember which magazine, how many people they surveyed or the results of the survey. What I do remember is the question that was posed.

If someone were to walk up to you today and offer you $20 million cash, but you would die at the age of 55, would you take the money?

This is a question I've pondered for the past two days. I talked to Tim about it last night and we both think we'd take the money. We're in a different situation from a lot of people, though, because we don't have families of our own. If I had kids, I would probably feel differently. On the one hand, $20 million would probably secure a pretty good future for the family. On the other hand, if I stop to think about, say, my dad, I'm certain I'd rather have him around than the money. And on yet a third hand, you could get hit by a bus tomorrow and never make it to 55, with or without the money.

I have 22 years until I turn 55. I have a feeling I could spend almost $1 million a year until then and lead a pretty great life. Tim agrees with me. Do you think peoples' answers to this question says anything about who they are? Are we bad people because we'd take the money?

What are your thoughts? Would you take the money? Or if it's not enough money, what's the over/under number? Of it 55 isn't old enough, what's that over/under number? I'd love to hear what you think.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

An Epiphany

So I've had this project at work for about a month now. It was something I didn't know how to do and I was really struggling with it. I probably could have gotten help, but that goes against my "I can do it MYSELF" stubborn streak. I brought it home this weekend so I could spend a little time with it, but couldn't make myself do it until late Sunday night. It's the weekend. I work a LOT during the week and I want to relax during the weekend! Anyway, I worked on it for about a half hour, but then got disgruntled and put it away and went to bed.

I had two dreams about work Sunday night. I woke up Monday morning with absolute clarity on what I needed to do for this project and another one I just got. I got to work and jammed it out in about 20 minutes. The project that I've been struggling with for over a month.

No wonder I'm so damn tired all the time! I'm not only at the office 12 hours a day, but I'm working in my SLEEP!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Happy St. Patrick's Day!


Kiss Me - I'm .... uh .... not Irish!

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Has Anyone See My Mojo?

I HATE COOKING!

This is partially true right now. I don't know what's happened to me, but I have no desire to cook. NO desire. Even the thought of it makes me tired. I have no desire to cook, and the couple of times I have cooked over the past couple of weeks, it's been inedible. Just ask Tim about the salty meatloaf and the inedible pot roast. Not to mention the greasy chicken parmesan. Bleh. I used to be someone who looked forward to cooking dinner every night, and every now and then, I would even clean up the kitchen or take out the garbage. My house is filthy right now and I haven't cooked in ages and I just don't care.

If you've seen my domestic mojo lying around anywhere, could you let me know? I think Tim's getting sick of eating cereal for dinner out of measuring cups.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

And It's Not Even a Full Moon


Okay, is it just me or do people get crazier every single day? Today has just been a really bizarre day. I started off my morning by calling a title company to schedule a closing for one of my borrowers. I have been emailing and calling this lady for about two weeks. I sit on hold for fifteen minutes until she finally gets on the phone. I ask when we can schedule the closing and also ask if I can verify her email address. (This is my passive-aggressive way of saying "why haven't you called or emailed me back?") She answers with "you know what? I get like a thousand emails a day. I don't possibly have time to read them all." Excuse me? Isn't that part of your job? I get like TWO thousand emails a day and I still manage to at least read every single one! That's part of my job! I can't imagine my boss' reaction if I EVER said that to a client! So anyway, I wasn't very nice to her. I snapped back at her and told her that in this market, she should be BEGGING me for my business, not snapping at me. I never, ever snap at anyone at work, but she really pissed me off.
And then I get a call from someone who wants to refinance his investment property. The tenants are on a lease-to-purchase contract and will be buying the house in a little over a year. So in doing my research on this property, I discover that his tenants have put his house on the market! They're trying to sell a house they don't own! Can you imagine?
I spent about 20 minutes of my morning explaining to another person that no, the cost of your homeowners insurance, which protects you against fire, theft, etc., is not included in the price of the home. It's like car insurance - you have to insure it for as long as you own it and have a lien against it, and it's not included in the purchase price. Naturally, she's a first-time homebuyer who is far smarter than we are. I believe it was her husband's cousin's nail tech who told her she shouldn't be paying for homeowners insurance. Lovely. The only time you don't is when your HOA pays for it, like with a condo. Don't get me wrong - I know most first-time homebuyers don't know a lot of this stuff (I wouldn't if I weren't in the industry), but when I explain it to you, I'm really not trying to trick you and I'm not going to lie to you. Just take my word for it and save us some time.
Then there's the 82-year-old guy who "don't speak to no women about no business matters" and every time I get him on the phone, I have to listen to him scream at me because we're all trying to swindle him out of money.
I can honestly say that the mortgage broker I work for is an honest guy. I've worked for three non-honest mortgage brokers and I can tell the difference. With this guy, his biggest concern is helping the client. The other guys - it was all about filling their pocketbooks. I understand why people are wary right now because of all the negative press recently about the mortgage business. It just makes my job tougher. Good thing my salary got cut by 25% to make the whole thing worthwhile... Grrr

Saturday, March 1, 2008

More Random Stuff

Tim and I seem to be on opposite schedules right now. He works from home, so he rarely leaves the house all week. By the time the weekend comes around, he's ready to get out of the house and do stuff, go places. I, on the other hand, have been working insane hours lately and expending big time brain energy trying to learn my "new" job. By the time the weekend rolls around, I'm ready to hibernate. This morning (okay, afternoon) after breakfast, I was ready for a nap, but instead, I was dragged to the bookstore, the grocery store, Sam's Club, and other places. I have already warned him that tomorrow I'm staying home all day. I may bake some bread. Seems like a strange thing to do since I HATE baking, but we'll see how it goes.

Tim's sister had her third baby boy last week. I feel like an aunt, although technically, I'm not. He's a BIG baby - 10 lbs, 14 oz. Yowza. Every girl who just read that just crossed her legs - I can tell. Anyway, his name is Jacob and he's just as cute as can be. I'm dying to get back out to Maine so we can meet him!

My friends S and J just had a baby girl, too! She was a tiny little thing at just over 5 lbs. and she's absolutely gorgeous, just like her mom! I haven't met her yet either, but am dying to get my hands on her!

Oh, and thank GOD, I don't have any babies! I love them, I just don't want any living with me!

It's hard to believe my littlest brother graduates from high school this spring. He was born when I was a freshman in high school. I never thought he'd grow up! My 15-year class reunion is also this year. Yowza again. Every day when I get out of bed and my knees crack or my back is sore, I'm reminded how I'm not as young as I used to be.

I think I'm officially an Arizonan. Tim and I went out for Chinese food tonight and it was about 72 degrees outside and I was in jeans and shivering. I turned the heat on in his car! I'm such a wimp!

I haven't cooked at all recently. I literally work 12-14 hours a day and when I get home, it's all I can do to drag my sorry butt to the couch, much less prepare a meal. This morning I made scrambled eggs and bacon (okay, Tim made the bacon - I admit it) and I think it just wore me out. I'm just not at all interested right now, which is very strange for me.

I think that's all for now. Exciting stuff, huh?