This is Part 2 in a two-part Guest Post Series by Lou Lohman. Enjoy!
Tomorrow, the lovely and talented Veronica of Sleepless Nights is moving from her rented house to her newly purchased HOME.
Actually, she’s moving on Saturday, March the 1st, but by the time you and I wake up and smell the coffee tomorrow morning here in the States (Friday, February 29th), it will already be Saturday in Tasmania. So let’s all pretend we understand all of that and just say she’ moving tomorrow. Whatever.
Anyway, what follows is a Thursday Thirteen that outlines why you should own and not rent.
- Mortgage payments are fun. Getting a mortgage is kinda like going to a scary movie. You KNOW you’re gonna pee your pants, but you go anyway.
- Renting wastes money. On the other hand, being homeless has it’s drawbacks, as well. So let’s just call renting the lesser of two evils. But still evil.
- Mortgage payments end. Of course, you will be old and grey and not give a shit by then, but they DO come to an end – which leads us to our next one -
- Renting never stops. And when you’re old and grey and on a fixed income, the landlord will STILL raise your rent.
- Your accountant (if you have one – doesn’t everyone?) will tell you the TCO and ROI and all of that other stuff makes owning CHEAPER than renting.
- Resale Value. If the neighborhood goes to hell in a handbasket, you can dump the place for more than you paid for it to the criminals and drug dealers moving in.
- You can decorate as you want. And no one can tell you no. You want to paint the bathroom a nice, warm shit brown? Go right ahead.
- You can keep what you install. And the landlord can’t make you leave it when you move. Because guess what? There IS NO LANDLORD.
- No evictions. The landlord can’t sell the place out from under you and make you move. Because guess what? There IS NO LANDLORD.
- You can entertain whomever and whenever you want, to the extent that the Department of Children and Family Services doesn’t get involved.
- You can add on if you run short of space. And you don’t have to ask the landlord. Because guess what? There IS NO LANDLORD. However, you may need to check with the bank.
- Owning your own home is better for families. You can add soundproofing to your heart’s content to muffle the screaming, yelling and the sound of dishes and other household paraphernalia bouncing off the walls.
- It’s the American dream. And, apparently, the dream of a lovely young lady and her partner in the land down under called Tasmania.
I propose a toast. A World Wide Toast. To Veronica and her family as they take possession of their new home. May your new home forever be a place of warmth, and comfort and refuge and, most of all, Love. Prost. Salud. Nazdar. Here’s How.
In your comments, leave your toast, tell us what your drinkin’ (beer, wine, whiskey, water, soda pop, fruit juice, any or all of the above) and where you are.
Don’t forget to leave me your questions on yesterday’s post! If you missed it, hit it now and ask away! I’ll answer anything you ask.
Day 2 of Lotus Is Sick & Whiney.
Slept horribly last night. My nose was insanely stuffed up, so my mouth kept dropping open. Apparently, this causes excessive drying of the mouth. That was my guess, anyway, when I woke up and and tried to get some saliva going, only to realize that my tongue was permanently glued to the roof of my mouth. It’s a good thing this isn’t radio, or I’d be sca-rewed.
The next Project Support Beauty in Nature post will go up on Monday, March 10th.
The Breastfeeding and Birth Story Carnivals (mentioned in yesterday’s post) are on. FYI: Bottle Feeders are MORE than welcome to link in with posts about their own decisions for feeding (we did both!). We’re NOT here to judge. We’re here to share and celebrate nurturing and the experiences that resulted, period. Similarly, I’d LOVE to hear Adoption Stories as part of the Birth Story Carnival. I’ll let you know the dates soon. I’ll be sure to give you advanced notice. So Stay Tuned! There’s more to come.
Here’s what we’re doing today:
The Question Game.
I saw Beck do this awhile back, and thought it was cute – thought I might try it eventually. Then I noticed that other people (like Sandy and Secret Agent Mama) were doing it. They seemed to have fun, and I enjoyed reading their answers. And I figure, it’s a good thing to do, at a time when I’m tired and sick… I’ll put YOU to work for a bit!
So, do you have questions for me? Ask away. What do you want to hear about? I’ll let this post simmer and collect whatever questions you may have, and then later, I’ll answer them all.
Besides, what else do you have to do with your time on a Tuesday? Procreate?
Now get to typin’ yer questions!
I’m sick. AGAIN. But hey, I got one whole week of not being sick, so I should really stop being such a freaking complainer. I mean, one week is over 600, 000 (604,800 to be exact) seconds.
See? Total whiner. I had OVER 600,000 seconds of being Unsick! I would do a victory dance, but I’M SICK AND I’D PROBABLY PASS OUT.
So, the point is, I feel like a dog turd that someone hammered with a mallet and then set on fire in front of Jabba the Hut’s door, and he fell for the gag, so he stomped me out with his slimy tail-thing. A hammered, burnt, slimy shit.
Because I feel so lame, and also because YAY, JOHN IS HOME!!!, there is no way I can sit here writing for very long right now. It’s pathetic how often I feel that sticky, tickling sensation of snot crawling towards my upper lip from my left nostril. And if I keep sitting here typing, I’m just going to keep saying things like that to you, and really, is that what you feel like reading on your Monday? I think not.
So, I want you all to know a couple of things. One is that since the birth of Project Support Beauty in Nature, we’ve been having a lot of fun thinking of ways to green up our lives around here, and we’re pretty proud of it. We’ve been doing new things, and we have plans for more new things as time goes by (some new things cost money, so we’re taking it slow). Your posts on February 11th were so great! Truly inspiring, informative, and insightful.
I’ve decided to do a PSBN post once a month, on the second Monday of the month. I’ll talk about ways we’ve “Gone Green” and give any info I think migh be helpful to others. I’ll also keep you updated on any Clean Up Projects we take on. It will always have a “linky” at the end, and I really hope that you will be inspired to do your own posts, and link up here. (So, see, if you “missed out” last time, you have a chance to get in on the action every month!)
The snot is running again. *slurp*
The other thing I wanted to mention is that Marie suggested I re-post my story about my breastfeeding difficulties with Braden, and Kat suggested I do it as a linked-in thing. I loved both ideas, and so that’s just want I want to do.
I’d like to do two of these sort of things. The first one will be all about Breastfeeding. I’ll tell my story, and I encourage you to do the same. If you don’t feel like telling your story, but you have great tips or information to share, or any kind of breastfeeding antecdotes, you can write a post about those.
I’ll tell you guys when I plan to post, and you can all do the same and link up. That day we can all travel around and visit with one another, sharing our Boobie Stories.
The second one will be about Birth Stories. I love reading about other people’s experiences with delivery. Don’t you? Ever watch that Baby Story show? I was glued to that thing while I was pregnant with Braden. So, again, I’ll let everyone know before I post it, so you can write up yours/repost yours, and link in! We’ll have a big, hormonal, Birth-Story Love Fest! Awww!
Do me a favor: Let me know some stuff. I want to see what kind of interest there is in these things, so tell me which of these you’d be willing to participate in:
Monthly PSBN postings, Breastfeeding Carnival, Birth-Story Carnival.
Okay, that was my long, slightly boring, definitely whiney, Sick Lotus Post.
Please forgive me. Or send chocolates. Whichever you feel more moved to do.
February 17th – February 23rd
(Also, Veronica and her family are moving into their house in 6 days!)
I wasn’t all together sure, so I decided to walk through our (rental) house (that we’re staying in for another year, despite this, ugh.) and look around a bit while mulling the question over.
“Hmmm… what makes our house a home?”
Is it John’s Forever And Ever, Amen Junked-Up Nightstand?
No… that can’t be it.
And yeah, I’ve tried repeatedly to organize it for him, but it generally only stays clean for .52342 seconds. So I stopped trying.
Wait, maybe it’s the pile of dirty clothes!
No, no… hold on, it’s The Pile of CLEAN CLOTHES!
And the rack that relates to it?
Ugh. That can’t be it. It’s not about clothes or even racks.
“Think, Lotus, Think!”
Let’s keep looking…
Is it the Poor Man’s Loveseat?
Or maybe ALL THE FREAKIN’ TOYS!?
(where did they all come from? we never planned this! i think they multiply at night.)
Ack. I think I’m still way off. It’s not the lack of reliable seating or the 8 million and five toys (though I’m beginning to realize why we can’t afford a real loveseat).
Oh, WAIT. I’ve got it!
It’s the highly disobedient dog!
And the URINE SOAKED BELONGINGS!
Why are you shaking your head? I got it all wrong again, huh?
Okay, let me sit down and think about this some more.
This is where Braden crawled for the first time.
And then walked.
It’s where my husband comes off the road and back to his son.
Their first Father’s Day together was in this house.
John and I celebrated loving one another for six years here recently.
And soon, we will celebrate four years of marriage at our tropical getaway! in this house.
It’s our home, because we are here together, building memories.
Here’s to all the family memories you will build into your new home for many years to come, Sandy and Veronica.
Theme for February 23rd, 2008: “Wooden”
Is it just a little creepy that Braden has a wooden (hehehe) toy that looks like a well-known porn star?
Ron Jeremy: by night, he lights your fire, during the day, he puts it out!
Check out the open collar. The moustache.
Nice “hose,” Ron.
Almost one month now
since I quit taking The Pill.
I am healing well.
Gone back pain and ache!
Bye-bye to dragging fatigue…
No more strange crying.
And flat affect is replaced
by more steady joy.
Now I am just sad
because my very best friend’s
on the road again.
Good thing I have my
very own munchkin to keep
me laughing all day.
Still, this lil’ momma
sure is ready to see “her
baby daddy” soon!