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On Friday we are supposedly closing on the house! That's pretty exciting! I keep alternating between being thrilled and being terrified. We found an overstock and close out housing supply store nearby -- it's kind of like TJ Maxx except with flooring and toilets and doors and such and is pretty thrilling. We're going to have to do some things like painting and replacing the kitchen vinyl and the ugly living room carpet before we move in, but I like projects so right now I'm happy about that. Remind me of this in a few weeks when I am weeping and beating my head against the wall.
Our bikes were stolen last weekend and my first reaction was to get enraged and call the cops and canvass the neighborhood looking for them, but honestly, with everything else going on, work, homebuying, licensing exam coming up, I decided I really didn't have the energy to dedicate to that. I don't know. On the one hand, it seems like raising a ruckus is the ethical choice, advocating for the neighborhood and all that, but on the other hand, it seems like getting worked up isn't really a priority right now. We can always get new bikes. So I'm choosing to let it go.
The Health and Human Service budget cuts came through last week --- on the 30th DHHS slipped into the provider bulletin a little sentence mentioning maybe they should check out this web document -- which web document casually announced that effective October 1st there would be 10% cuts in the reimbursement rates in virtually all mental health services. So we all took paycuts (mine is not that huge because I happen to work in one of the 2 services that did not get a rate cut) and some people were laid off. I think I'm more upset about the lay-offs, I really liked both people who had to leave, and I wish we'd been able to do something for them, like a good-bye card or something. Even though I know that wouldn't really make things better, it still would have been a nice gesture. I'm also a little concerned about other agencies going under; as much as my company prepared for the upcoming cuts, the ones that went through were even worse than the worst-case scenarios they had predicted.
ETA: and I am making my husband absolutely insane. I'm going to get off the computer now and stop looking at houses.
I just took this test; it's a pretty in-depth quiz about your eating and exercise habits, health history, etc. After I took it it told me my "real age" was a whopping 1 year younger than my biological age
http://www.realage.com/
Supposedly they're going to send me a personalized health plan based on the information I gave -- I'll let y'all know if it's actually relevant or if they just try to sell me stuff. I think they might because some of the information was like "what brand vitamins do you use?"
you upload a picture of yourself and then you can (literally) monkey around with it. A fun yet disturbing toy.
( click to see what I done did to myself )
For some reason I thought I was turning 29 this year, but no, it's 2007 and I was born in 1977 so subtract the 1977 and that makes 30.
I guess I'm not really where I thought I'd be at by this time. But it's OK, I don't think 30 is like a brick wall where everything after your birthday goes downhill. 29 doesn't feel any different from 28 (obviously), so I don't suppose 30 will feel any different either.
It's just coming up on me as a surprise like that, well, I just don't appreciate it. Although I guess my lousy math skills are more to blame than 30 is.
