Ah William, that sounds very encouraging.

It really does. It's too early to tell, especially since we haven't actually met in person yet, but I'm hopeful I might have met my match (double entendre intended).

bt, lot's of ~ma for the AS. She sounds like a wonderful woman and I hope when you get together it is everything you wished for. And I liked your anwers to the dating site questions. Particularly the one about romance. That's an awesomely baited hook there. Although, if things go well with AS it would be well to fling anything you catch with it back into the dating pool. And, she is one lucky lady to be getting you.

Quite seriously, to anyone considering house buying (single family homes--I think condos get a pass on this, on account of dues covering a lot of this shit) soon, if you live anywhere close to paycheck to paycheck, even if your mortgage is about the same as your rent, save your pennies and keep renting.

This is our theory at the moment. Even if we could find a mortgage we could afford (which, as far as I can tell, means either living an hour from the city, or living across the street from drug dealers, neither of which appeals in the first place), there are still maintenance costs and property taxes and all of that.

I'm sorry you're dealing with it, though.

Poor unsleepy Annabel. Poor sleepy mama.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs question: Which of their scents might I like if my favorite perfume ever is Lush's Karma?

An Episcopalian church desided to send copies of it's current fiancial balance to the entire congregation via email. Unfortunately they forgot to change Quickbooks default message in the header - so every congregation member got the balance sheet accompanied by the statement: "Dear Customer. You have an outsdanding bill. Please remit."

Having worked in an Episcopalian church office, I am not at all surprised at this.

Job ~ma to Anne and Jilli (YAY job interviews) and Astarte (+ extra deep dark chocolate)

much ~ma to Susan, in every way. I'm thinking of you and yours. I hope you all get through this week OK. I'm so sorry.

Quite seriously, to anyone considering house buying (single family homes--I think condos get a pass on this, on account of dues covering a lot of this shit) soon, if you live anywhere close to paycheck to paycheck, even if your mortgage is about the same as your rent, save your pennies and keep renting.

This is our theory at the moment. Even if we could find a mortgage we could afford (which, as far as I can tell, means either living an hour from the city, or living across the street from drug dealers, neither of which appeals in the first place), there are still maintenance costs and property taxes and all of that.

Ours, too. We live in a fantastic neighborhood, have lovely landlords, and our apartment is huge and has its own entrance. Yeah, there's the issue of living in a basement, but for the rent we're paying, we couldn't find anywhere to buy that's remotely near the quality of this place.

Still, there's that feeling I occasionally get when we go visit another friend's new house (and more often than not, new baby) - the feeling of being left behind/not growing up/whatever. Does anyone else who rents (not in SF or NY, for lo, your housing market is screwy) feel that way? It's getting worse for me with all of the condos going up around here.

Raq, backflung of your insent.

And rallied.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs question: Which of their scents might I like if my favorite perfume ever is Lush's Karma?

I second this question.

Aww, billytea! Well-wishes for your AS.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs question: Which of their scents might I like if my favorite perfume ever is Lush's Karma?

They have a message board that has a whole section devoted to "If I like X-Y-Z from Lush, what BPAL scent would I like?" On this page: [link] check out the very first thread.

Does anyone else who rents (not in SF or NY, for lo, your housing market is screwy) feel that way?

There's a building down the street from me that going condo right now, and it's driving me nuts. It's in the sort of range where I could probably just barely afford it - no idea what taxes would do to that calculation - but it would mean living a lot more frugally than I do now. Even assuming anyone anywhere would give me a mortgage. But every time I go past it (40% sold! 70% sold!), I feel like I'm letting something - profit, homeownership, maturity - pass me by.

I'd like to make a counter statement pulling for home ownership.

See, now, I grew up in a home with a mortgage, and bills, and problems, and yardwork and hard times, and good times. My taxes are taken out of an escrow account built into my mortgage payment.

Renting and not having anything to say about repairs or upkeep is more scary to me than my mortgage. With renting you give and you give and you give and unless you have an extrordinary owner/manager you are ending up with nothing at the end.

By growing up poor in a house I learned the basics I needed to maintain a house. But then my parents were instrumental in this. My dad showed me how to maintain plumbing and electrical, and how to replace a nail on a shingle with the right type, for instance. My mom taught me how to improvise when there wasn't time or money to run somewhere for a part. (One time we plugged a leaky pipe with a circle of plastic cut form an ice cream bucket and many winds of electrical tape.)

With home ownership,you don't have to wait for the super, nor do you have to worry they will be in your apartment when you are away, or show it to people while you sleep.

I guess I'm saying is that home ownership? Scarey, yes, but I like it's type of freedom. The only freedom I find appealing with rentals is that you can generally pick up and leave quickly. Some people juggle geese.

Either way you have somene to pay each month or you're in deep doodoo.

Just my 2 cents.

Peeling off some job~ma from the stash for the A.S. A woman of such good taste deserves every boost she can get.

Scarfing the dark choc though. Mmmmmmmmm.

Laura is wise, and Annabel should give Mommy a break. Sleeeeeeeeeeep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp....