I get the feeling that this has been around for a long time (because my mom sent it to me (she’s always behind on the internet times)), but I have never seen it and I think it’s funny.
Greatest Burn Ever
I know this will be tough to believe, but once and a while I am extremely funny. You might say Rhett you are always funny. That is true, but I am rarely extremely funny. On Saturday, I had the greatest burn in my life. There was no comeback to my amazing burn. So, it was Saturday night and, I won’t use their real names, Jill and Nathan (that’s their real names) were over for some drinks and cards. Texas Rummy was the game. There were two decks of cards combined and Nathan was having a hard time shuffling both decks. The conversation went as follows:
Nathan: *makes some joke at Rhett’s emotional expense*
Rhett: So is your face.
Nathan: Jill take some of these cards and help me shuffle.
Jill: Okay.
Nathan: *Gives Jill half of the cards.*
Nathan: *Gives Jill more cards.*
Nathan: *Gives Jill even more cards.*
Jill: *Gives Nathan a frustrated look.*
Rhett: It’s okay Jill, Nathan is used to playing with a smaller deck.
Happy Ides of March
I accidentally bought this the other day thinking it was croutons, instead of a whole salad pack. Anyway, I was going to take a picture of the package because the name was so funny. Then I thought it wasn’t funny enough. Then I realized what day it was and it was way funnier. Mind your friends that like shiny objects today.
Money, Money, Money and Debt
Last couple of days I have really been on fire with my post titles. I am untouchable.
I have a dream to one day own a house. Renting has been fine and we have a pretty great building manager that has been more than fair to us with rent amounts because Leah is a student. But now that I am a husband, I want to do husbandly things. Really, I want the ability to putter. I want to be allowed to put a hole in the wall and then get Leah to fix it because I don’t know how. I want to be able to run mad experiments in the basement (read: vermicomposting). But I can’t do any of those things in a rental. I would also love my own office. I would love to have a garden and a yard to sit in (or throw the cats into (and hope that JD never comes back)). But Leah is a student. I don’t make a ton of money. I can’t get a mortgage. So I dream.
Over the last year I have dreamed. I have watched the housing market slowly slip back into slightly sane levels. I like to look at houses online and plan out how I could arrange the house and the different colours I could paint the walls, etc. Recently, there was a small house in our area for sale. It was 95 years old. It needed work and it wasn’t selling. I watched over a couple months as the price dropped lower and lower. From the pictures, I had the whole house planned out. I had a plan for a slow remodel. It said the house was in good shape, but it needed lots of cosmetic work. I couldn’t take it anymore and I phoned a real estate agent. I wanted to know if it would be possible to get a mortgage. Maybe there was a shot in the dark. I had to try.
We chatted briefly and the agent suggested I meet with his mortgage broker. Two days ago, Leah and I trekked down to the south end of Calgary and met with a mortgage broker. I just wanted to know what we were eligible for, how we could plan/save for the future and any tips that she might have. She put through an application for pre-approval. We were approved—enough that we could potentially buy a house in Calgary. We could actually do it. I couldn’t believe that someone was willing to give me money. I was literally speechless. I did not believe that I would ever be accepted. We have good credit, but I assumed that my salary wouldn’t be enough to float us.
We got home that night and now that my shot in the dark came true I went and looked at that house again. The old one. The one I wanted and really planned for. It’s gone. It was pulled off the MLS. It was either sold or pulled off the market. What kind of dumb luck is that? The one house that inspired the entire process, the day I was approved, is gone. But I understand that’s the way it goes.
Leah and I are thinking about purchasing a place in Calgary. How cool is that?
Photo by Rick Audet
Meiko
I generally really enjoy the net because of all the ways you can find exactly what you were never looking for. Today, through a series of random clicks, I ended up listening to Meiko. Actually I found her through Perez Hilton, which is not my celebrity gossip blog of choice, but I am aware of it. Anyway, Meiko has an incredible voice. Maybe all you music hipsters have heard of her already, but she’s new to me and so I am passing her on to you. This is “Reasons to Love You”.
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New Media Junkie
I have had the opportunity, through Epiblogger, to meet many new and interesting people. Even British people. I know, I know, I swore I would never get involved with the Brits, but I have. One such fellow is Kevin Rapley from Birmingham. Through Kevin I was introduced to Mark Steadman who runs the podcast New Media Junkie. I have never really understood the fascination with podcasts. Maybe the English believe they have surpassed the radio or maybe the BBC isn’t good enough for them, but they must love podcasts over there. That’s the best I can figure.
In any case, the New Media Junkie is surprisingly funny if you like witty, bar-stool humour—which I do. I have been in contact with these guys for a number of reasons, but one such reason landed me on their episode this week. I complained that I couldn’t understand them through their horrid accents and that they needed to speak slower.
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