House Hunting in Florida

subtitled: Things To Do To Waste Your Time

On offer three on house three.  Believe it or not, there is a recession going on.  Oh, you didn't hear?  Huh.  Seems that the buyers in Florida didn't hear either.

I'm finding houses I like -- a plus.
I'm approved for a mortgage -- a plus.
Houses go on and off the market in moments -- a minus.

Not sure if House 3 is It per se, but it has potential.  I like what is there and could make it my own fairly easily. 

Now, for some crazy house hunting nonsense:

I've seen homes in APPALLING condition for 75K+
I've seen home in great condition for less than 100K
I've been in houses with three bedrooms and two bathrooms -- while two of the bedrooms and one of the bathrooms had a separate, outside entrance and no interior access to the house.
I've said "Oh Fuck NO" more times than I care to admit publicly.

No other news to report except I have the notion that Maestro is right.  You can get revirginized.  I'm fairly certain that will come to pass soon enough for me.  Not sure what I will do to celebrate -- perhaps wear white without snickering? 

Long Frickin' Week

And am seeking anything to amuse myself.

Try this:

http://lovelylisting.com/

hi-larious.

Donkey-laugh woman in Bazbeaux

Not everyone annoys me, although there are times that appears to be true given my state of crabbiness.

My Sister called today and wanted to have lunch. I agreed, of course, because I had to talk real estate to her. What better person to talk real estate than the one that owns none, right? right.

We meet at Bazbeaux downtown and I get there first, well before the lunch rush that crushes the Bazbeaux door each lunch hour. I get us a seat in the second dining area and within seconds of sitting down I know I've made a mistake.

A trio (male, female, female) are sitting in the corner table, finished with their lunch. The one female starts to laugh, this loud, braying, eardrum piercing laugh which only grows louder by the second. The laugh reaches a startling crescendo and starts up AGAIN. First I think it is just me, I am being a big ol' picky bitch (not like this is the first time, gentle readers), and hypersensitive to the noise. Then I look around and my fellow diners are looking at this woman in a combination horror and shock with a little 'shut the fuck up' thrown in for good measure. My Sister arrives, sits down and immediately takes note of donkey-braying laugh woman in the corner and says: 'what is her problem?'

So it isn't just me (for once).

We eat lunch and get right out, as this woman's laugh has dominated this dining room, leaving every other conversation to become louder to attempt to talk over it, in which case she laughs only LOUDER and finally I develop a headache. Yes, dear readers, 30 minutes into donkey-woman's issues, I have a headache. We go outside where the neighboring construction and street traffic is nearly bucolic meadow compared to the woman inside Bazbeaux.

Talked to Sister about real estate and my urge to move downtown. Thoughts still forming, nothing yet resolved.

Tonight I'll be at Boy Wonder's house with Sister working on some projects so they can sell his house and buy another.