Bragging and ranting

The latest issue of the magazine I write for arrived today. At the bottom, underneath my column, the editor put a note stating that I am a "freelance writer", etc. I was pretty happy about that, because in the past he has called me an "aspiring writer". I was wondering when I would stop "aspiring" and actually begin "writing". Anyway, I guess this means that he doesn't think my stuff is crap.

Yesterday, we officially made an offer on the house we are trying to buy. Since it's in pre-foreclosure, it will supposedly take 3-4 weeks before we even find out if they will accept our offer. I guess that is because it has to go through an approval process at the bank, which means a meeting of what my husband refers to as "office putzes".

I think I might have mentioned that the house we are currently renting is in pre-foreclosure, as well. I'm really hoping that we don't get booted out of here before we find somewhere else to live. Of course, as I expected, things are starting to break here. The garbage disposal quit working today. I guess I get to pay for that. The landlord hasn't paid the mortgage in 6 months, and I doubt he's going to show up to fix anything. Not that he ever has. You'd think that when you are paying a ridiculous amount of money to rent on the water, you could get something fixed. Not here.

I received the picture below in an email today, and I laughed until I cried. As busy as I've been and as buried as I am in paperwork, this is exactly how I feel. Sorry about the profanity, but it's just a word.