Stalled Out.... Again.

Now Playing -  Mr. Sandman by The Puppini Sisters

Life -  

 Grrr. We were so looking forward to moving into a place of our own. The numbers looked good, the realtor... used trailer salesman...sales representative..?  Anyway, David said everything looked good. Then he calls us and asks if we have check stubs proving the rental of the house in Idaho. No, we do not. My mom pays the mortgage company directly and deposits a small amount into my account each month.... Well, it appears that if we don't have that, the bank says no. So, everything looks great, we have a strong history of payment and no dings, good credit score but because I don't have my mom write me a check, deposit it and write my own check to mail to the mortgage company, we're hosed. Apparently, the bank thinks there's some way that I'm out here, paying my rent and paying my mortgage out in Idaho....

Which begs the question, if that's indeed the case, and I am paying something like $1700 a month... then how can a used mobile home, with payments literally a third as high as my current rent, to say nothing of the mortgage, be a bad call? Aaaargh. Ugh. Sense and Cents may sound alike, but they clearly do not reside in the same building.

There's still a ghost of a chance that a local credit union that David has connections with may take a chance on us - we'll see, but either way, we're in the same teeter-tottery undecided position that we've been in for a month now, the same crap we've gone through FAR too many times in the last few years. I'm pretty sick of it. If this goes through and we can move into a place we own, I plan to make it stick for a while... Even if it is out here in the bug-infested, Mexican-food-free, away-from-our-families-and-friends, not-Oregon, stupid-rules-about-trash,  east.


 Bugger.

The ROUS FAMILY -   

 

 

 

 

Fuzzy

Now Playing -  
Tango 'Till They're Sore by Tom Waits

Life - 

I bought some cozy red plaid fuzzy slippers. That is the sole highlight of an otherwise craptastic week. Here's hoping next week goes much, much better. On the bright side, it is very nice being able to walk bravely through puddles of dog drool, rather than dodging around them like a frightened rabbit. (Rabbits have a well-documented fear of dog drool puddles. )

 
Weighty Matters - 
  My Current Weight - 297
Progress Thus Far -  
Bah.

  Writing - 

Another bright spot in my week, actually. Though I am woefully behind the goal of 23,334 words for today, I have written something nearly every day this month, and that is extremely exciting to me. I love the idea that this challenge has gotten me out of my writing funk. There have been more words pounded out on my keyboard in the last 14 days than the 14 months prior. And I'm currently writing about plague carrying, mutant horses and a snub-nosed .38, so it doesn't get much better, does it?

The Last Sentence - 

There were maggots too, wriggling around in orgies of putrescence, dropping to the ground like fat raindrops.
  

From - "Mr. Pale Steps Out" (WIP)