Thirteen days

My life is a constant countdown to leaving everthing behind. I am a walking advent calendar, but instead of chocolates there is SlimFast bars and pulse squats. I cannot fucking wait for the "holiday season" to end and the holiday to start. Why do people go crazy at christmas? Why? Is there a reason that normal people decide to all but crucify their ex at this time of year? Why would people who normally are so sane and congenial decide that they need to divorce their ex--right now-- and do everything to ruin their lives? Do you think your kids want to remember that every Christmas ended up in Court? uhg.

See? This is why i havent blogged. Do you really wanna hear this?

So Ive now successfully paid off the giant Visa of neverending debt-- it only took 2 years-- and have made progress on the Line of Credit of doom. So...what am i looking at doing? Buying a house. Yeah. And not just any house, a house that costs half a million dollars. ( FYI in Calgary a home that costs 450,000.00 is considered a "starter home". Fuckin shit man) How much do i love being in debt, anyway? It is a pretty cool house though, built in 1961 and completely reno'd with hardwood floors, a giant kitchen, and an yard for the dogs. Pretty sweet.

It may not happen, though, cuz the person i spoke to about mortgages asked me if i had a 25% downpayment. Uhhh... yeah, I have $120,000 just sitting around for a rainy day... I told them i might be able to get like 10,000.00 and they were all "Oh, can you borrow the rest". So...anyone want to lend me $90,000.00? I already asked Digit-- he said no.

Digit and Eva are good. She has now discovered the couch and believes that it is the best dog bed around. Great. As if Jer hogging the couch wasnt bad enough, now I have her to deal with too.

I am going to try and post every workday until i leave. And Im going to try to think of less bitchy things to blog about.