Once again, I've returned from a long hitatus. Since my last posting, the kingdom of Brewmeisteria has relocated, and the Prince of Distraction and Princess Gingersnap have settled into their school. The Prince is actually (gasp!) a Senior in high school, and will hopefully graduate in June. The Princess is a Freshman, and is happily marching to the beat of her own drum.
I have left teaching for a full time job with da' gubment, though I still work for a contract company. Husband Fixture is the guy in charge of the finance department now, which has definitely kept us both hopping. We've also added to our little family this year, when we welcomed a four-legged sister for Der Houndt. She's still very much a pup, which is like having a toddler in the house again.
Now that you're all caught up, the reason for my return is this. With my "new" job, I've noticed that the folks are a bit more professional in their attire, so I need to step up my game, fashion-wise. Since I am fashion-challenged, I signed up with Stitch Fix to see if a stylist can help me. I don't do twitter, and don't really want to bugger up my facebook account with this stuff, so using my long-forgotten blog seems like a good vehicle for reviewing my deliveries. In the spirit of change, I also updated my profile photo and the background on here. Maybe if I actually start posting with regularity, I might even generate a following . . . Stranger things have happened!
Imperial Invectives
Royal rants, majestic musings, and whatever else I don't post on Facebook.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Municipal Madness
I dashed down to the new house (after stopping to pick up a
friend) to paint the master bedroom and bathroom. They didn't really need paint, but the color was just too close to the light blue I've
been staring at on the walls of my
current bedroom for twelve years. I'm
sick of it, and it doesn't go with the bedding.
I decided on a nice, neutral
beige/tan color with which I'm quite happy, especially now that it's
DONE.
On the way to breakfast the next morning, I stopped at the
Post Office to pick up the mail, among which was a letter from our homeowner's
association. They were informing me that the Design Committee had provisionally
approved my application to have a fence installed, so long as I provided them with a copy of the permit. I
was unaware that any sort of permit was needed for just a fence (and a partial
one, at that), so I had to make some inquiries. Said inquiries led me to the
local library (of which I am now a member), and then the Planning and Zoning
office in the county administration building. The fence permit should have been
a quick and dirty transaction, but as we're dealing with a government entity,
it was just the opposite.
I discovered that not only had the previous owners of our
house neglected to get permits for the shed and the deck on our property, as
the new owner, I was somehow responsible for this--despite proof that these
structures were on the property prior to purchase. Three
hours and eighty dollars later, I walked out of there with my permits and an
application for a dog license. I dropped
the permits off to the HOA and began the long journey home. As annoying as this experience was, I would
actually be surprised if we didn't hit a bump in the road somewhere. As bumps go,
this one isn't so bad.
UPDATE: This bump may turn out to be bigger than I thought. As part of the permit for the deck, I had to call for an inspection appointment. Apparently, our deck failed inspection because of a loose railing, steps that aren't perfectly level (which most likely settled over time), and the inspector's inability to see how the deck is attached to the house. We now have to find out if we can just shrug this off, or whether we actually have to have the necessary repairs done and a re-inspection. Our realtor, bless her heart, is trying to find out what we need to do.
UPDATE: This bump may turn out to be bigger than I thought. As part of the permit for the deck, I had to call for an inspection appointment. Apparently, our deck failed inspection because of a loose railing, steps that aren't perfectly level (which most likely settled over time), and the inspector's inability to see how the deck is attached to the house. We now have to find out if we can just shrug this off, or whether we actually have to have the necessary repairs done and a re-inspection. Our realtor, bless her heart, is trying to find out what we need to do.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Behind the Green Door
The closing for our new home was last Friday, and it went
off with nary a hitch. We were thrilled to finally walk through the (green)
door of our new home and start bringing some of our things in and begin taking
inventory on the things we would need right away. Meeting our new neighbors was a
pleasure. They seem to be very friendly
and helpful--the gentleman next door even offered to mow our lawn for us until
we move down. We even had our first visitors. Husband Fixture's coworkers came by to see
the house, and it turns out they know the neighbors behind us (who also works
at HF's new workplace).
We thoroughly enjoyed our first night in our new home, and
fell in love with the house all over again.
I actually began to feel sad at the thought of returning to PA. Thankfully, we only have about six weeks
until it's our permanent home.
In the meantime, we had a minor panic attack with our
current home. The realtor called to tell
us the inspector couldn't get into our house.
Apparently, my mother-in-law left something in the house, and used the
lock box to let herself in. She couldn't
figure out how to put the keys back, but instead of asking the kids for help or
calling for us, she just took them with her.
Fortunately, the kids were careless and left one of the sliding glass
doors on the deck unlocked, so the inspector was able to enter.
Another hitch in the giddy-up occurred on Tuesday afternoon. I got an email from our realtor confirming an
appointment for the appraisal Wednesday, about which I'd received no prior
notice. Of course, I was scheduled to
work Wednesday, so we had to scramble to get the house ready.. Naturally, we still haven't heard squat about how the inspection or appraisal actually went. I suppose if we have to have a sucky realtor, at least it's on the selling end of things. . .
Sunday, April 21, 2013
The Tides Are Turning
Well, the house flipping folks never called us back, and our
second opinion from the other realty company revealed that our house was still
overpriced. After calling our realtor to
the carpet, he understood that we were willing to drop the price of the house
to a sellable range. Lo, and behold, we
started getting showings. We had THREE
of them the weekend before last, and one last week that resulted in our first
OFFER!
The folks came in a bit lower than we'd like, but it appears
they may have accepted our counter offer.
We'll know more tomorrow, as Husband Fixture took the weekend off of
house planning activities to enjoy our anniversary weekend. We
went to a local couple's resort, where we me lots of nice people and enjoyed
some desperately needed alone time.
Unfortunately, we returned to find a sick Princess
Gingersnap. I could tell from my mother-in-law's description of her symptoms
and one look at her, that it was probably strep throat. We took her immediately to one of the urgent
care centers, and darned if I wasn't right.
While I was looking forward to getting back to work, a mom's work is
never done. I will likely be watching an
all day Twilight marathon or some such thing, but I can always busy myself by
making some homemade chicken noodle soup.
I can also pace the floor like crazy, waiting to sign a contract.
UPDATE: Houston, we have a CONTRACT! The buyer accepted our counteroffer, and we will close on June 17. You may now throw the confetti and pop the champagne corks.
UPDATE: Houston, we have a CONTRACT! The buyer accepted our counteroffer, and we will close on June 17. You may now throw the confetti and pop the champagne corks.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The Search is Over
Husband Fixture went down to Maryland for work, and since
the kids were out of school Thursday and Friday, we took the opportunity to get
some house hunting done. I worked like a
madwoman leading up the trip, trying to get the house ready for the Open House
on Saturday. I was all too happy to hit
the highway Wednesday evening, and even happier to sleep in a bit before
heading out to meet our realtor.
First,
we took the kids to see the house we'd made offers on (but were awaiting a
final answer from the owners), and then we went to see six others. I tried to keep an open mind, but nothing
thrilled me-until we saw the last house.
It was gorgeous, and I kept waiting for something to be wrong with it
because it was priced so low. Even the
kids were telling me we just had to buy the house (of course, that was after we
discovered it was practically across the street from a Dunkin Donuts).
We arranged to come back and see the house with Hubby as
soon as he got out of work, as we knew it wouldn't be on the market for
long. Sure enough, it was under contract
by Saturday--for us! We have finally found
our new home! We are set to close on May
2nd, as the owners had to move quickly for a job, and are in a rush to
sell. That explains why the house was
priced so low.
Now we just have to sell our house . . . The Open House was
a bust. Only one person showed up, and afterward, our realtor told us the price
is too high. You'd think he'd have mentioned that before
the Open House. (Sigh) We lowered the price, and have been in
contact with a company that flips houses.
They're due to look at it this week, and if they can offer us what we
need, it's theirs. I know that would
certainly take a load off my hubby's shoulders.
In the meantime, he's trying to get the ball rolling with the job so
that he can finally get his official start date. Since he has to depend on the same douchenozzles
that sat on his paperwork and cost us the relocation assistance, I find that
more stressful than trying to sell our house.
Hopefully, everything else will fall into place soon.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Brass Tacks
It seems Congress and the Senate have managed to pass a
budget just in time for the DOD to hold off on sending out furlough
notices. They did, however, call a halt
to overtime, so my hubby will actually be taking that extra day off he earns
every other week. He will also not be
answering work calls when he's not 'on the clock,' which is just fine by
me. At any rate, we're still left
waiting and wondering what's going to happen next.
After talking with some friends about our housing situation,
we were advised to start pushing our realtor to get serious about selling our
house, or find someone else. We leaned
on him, and we now have an Open House scheduled for next Saturday. This, of course, has resulted in a flurry of
activity to prepare for it. We had to
pick up my great grandmother's bed from the guy who was refinishing it, and get
the mattresses and box spring from storage to set up in Gingersnap's room. We figured that it would look nicer than the
plain mattress on the floor. (We removed
her loft bed a few weeks ago, since she wasn't sleeping and used it as a hiding
place for all manner of disgusting things.)
Of course, we've still plenty of cleaning to do, about which
I am quite frazzled. I won't have the
full week to get everything done, as we will be in Maryland for the latter half
of the week. Husband Fixture has to travel
there for work this week. Since the kids
are out of school Thursday and Friday, we are planning to drive down there to
join him as soon as the kids are out of school.
We'll get a much needed change of scenery, and we'll have the
opportunity to show the kids the house we're still trying purchase. We will also be seeing some other homes.
Going to showings with just the realtor and kids is another
cause for anxiety. The last time we took
them with us, they tore through the houses, "claiming" bedrooms, and
chattering nonstop about what they liked and didn't like. Husband Fixture and I were so busy trying to
rein them in that we didn't really get to focus on the things that were important
to us. We've devised a plan to keep that
from happening this time. They will be
given jobs. One kid will take photos,
and the other will take notes (on what they like/dislike, and what I say). They will switch off after each house, which
will hopefully curtail the other inevitable issue. And of course, they'll be warned that
unfavorable behaviors will result in inhumane punishments (by their standards,
anyway).
The weather dudes are calling for the white stuff tomorrow, which really wouldn't bother me for once. It'll give me a chance to schlep Gingersnap's old bed to a friend who wants it for his kid, and to dump the boxes we broke down tonight (among a dozen or so other chores). I just hope my honey has a safe trip down to Maryland.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Kangaroo Court
I spent today doing my civic duty, serving on the jury for a
theft case. Despite dreading the original call to serve (because I thought we'd
be moving), it turned out to be an interesting and rewarding experience.
The defendants were an engaged couple accused of stealing various
items from a home they were supposed to be leasing. The property owner was useless as a witness,
as he was an absentee landlord. His
property manager is a glorified cleaning lady who not only isn't certified to
serve as a property manager (as required by PA law), she has a criminal record
for theft. She was also a lousy witness,
as she didn't seem to remember a key piece of evidence. The defendant claimed to have bought a tv,
washer, and dryer from the owner via the property manager, but the receipt was
handwritten by the defendant. The
property manager, upon closer inspection, said the signature on the receipt
wasn't hers, but she couldn't remember having seen it before.
Another odd thing was the mysterious missing
refrigerator. It was supposedly in the
shed, though there was never any proof that it existed. However, one of the
witnesses, a neighbor, claimed to have seen the male defendant loading
something that appeared to be a refrigerator in the back of his truck. There were several other items that were never proven to have been on the property, nor was any property ever proven to be in anyone else's possession.
One of the most entertaining aspects of the case was when
the female witness testified. She got
rather irritated by the prosecution's cross examination. When he kept harping on the point about the
receipt not appearing legitimate, she took control of the discussion, insisting
on giving an explanation when only a yes or no answer was required. The prosecutor was clearly intimidated, and I
kept waiting for the judge to intercede or her lawyer to object to her being
"badgered." As it were, the
prosecutor got agitated enough to infer that her mother should testify
regarding her honesty, and was shut down by the judge.
The closing statement by the female defendant was amusing,
as he compared aspects of this trial to the one in My Cousin Vinny. I had already drawn the parallels myself, and
it was good to be allowed to react to what was said. It also meant we were closer to finally
deliberating.
Deliberations were brief, as we all readily agreed that the prosecution failed to prove the state's case. We were all frustrated by this, as we felt that the defendants were definitely guilty of something, as was the property manager (though she wasn't on trial). I appreciated that the judge took the time to stop in and see us after the verdict was rendered. She seemed to share our frustration.
I wonder how long it will be before I get summoned again . .
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