Last Thursday I tweeted about a 3 bedroom that had been offered to us by the Housing Corp. There was a little bit of confusion when, the next day, we received a letter from them saying there were no units available and that we had been put on their waiting list. So I assumed that they had referred us to a realtor, since we have Sec. 8. Technically, however, we are only eligible for a two bedroom under Sec. 8, though I have been pushing for a 3 bedroom as Ben is an adult and the preteen has some issues that having his own room would help.

Anyway, we saw the apartment today. It is through the Housing Corp. and the rent may be low enough that Sec. 8 can’t give us any crap (we had been told before that if we could find a 3 bedroom within the range of a 2 bedroom, we could take it). It’s one floor of a two family house. It’s a little run down but no more so than the current condition of the apartment we have now. The livingroom and the bedrooms are about the same size to a little smaller than here. I was psyched to see that it had a decent sized dining area and was floored when I saw the size of the kitchen. It is twice the size of our kitchen! This is partly due to there being space for a washer and dryer (which we won’t be getting, so the freezer can reside there) but even considering that it’s still large enough for us to put a small dining table in and be able to move around freely. And it has a dishwasher! Woot!

The way the Housing Corp. works is that each time a unit becomes available they take the top three people on the waiting list for that size apartment. According to the realtor, one has already been ruled out due to a shitty credit history. So that leaves us and another. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that 18 years of being in one place will be enough to get us the place because I have had little luck finding anything within our price range and we have less than a month to get out.

Positive energy will be welcomed and appreciated!

I’d like to welcome all the friends and family members who found me on Facebook and ventured over. Hopefully my blog posts won’t be too scary.

I’ve been incredibly busy lately. I’m a big fan of Flylady.net and this month I added a buttload of chores to my to-do list. I’ve managed to tweak my schedule enough to get most of the stuff done, but there have been a few sacrifices. Like posting, reading posts, and fanfic writing. Hopefully they will be only temporary sacrifices.

As some of you may already know, I’ve been taking an online class in business management through Minuteman. That’s the school Ben goes to (and will hopefully graduate from this year). I’m about halfway through. It’s amazing how much I already know.

I’ve been crocheting like a mofu (the preteen and I decided “mofu” is the proper abbreviation of  “mother fucker” *laughs*) since I received word that the “Library Ladies” will most likely have a table at Town Day again. I’ve got just under 5 months to make stuff, though I plan on finishing out this month by finishing the skirt I’ve been working on. My goal is to have the scarves that everyone went nutso over last Xmas, arm warmers, possibly some animal hats, and bunny slippers. I took advantage of A.C. Moore’s sale yesterday and stocked up on a ton of yarn — all at the lowest prices I’ve seen. I also picked up a hook set that has ergonimic handles for easier crocheting (at half price). I find it hard to keep my stiches consistent due to the narrow hook slipping in my hands as I work. I’ll have to re-time how long it takes me to make things to see if I need to reconsider prices.

Somewhere in the middle of all this I’ve managed to lose some weight. I’m now down to 163 pounds, with a body fat percentage of 28.7%. Just 6.7 points to go! Now that we have a local bike shop that truly local I am hoping to get my bike’s derailers adjusted so I can start biking again. I miss riding my bike!

Now, it’s time for bed. The boys are home for the week. I need all the rest I can get!

I’ve been battling a nasty cold for the past week. No strength to exercise yet, at the same time, I’ve been craving every comfort food I can get my hands on. My current fetish is chocloate milk. Thankfully I have skim milk and sugar-free chocolate syrup.

I missed last week’s colorguard practice because of the cold but managed to make it to the Abington parade last Sunday. Since Abington is next door to Rockland and they’ve combined most of their forces, naturally Rockland’s Defenders (the other corps. I was looking at) were there. My uncle mentioned he had checked out some of their practices but I didn’t see him in the hornline. Us former Light Brigaders did glean substantial gossip fodder from the drumline, however, but I’m not going to discuss that here. 😛 The truly amusing part came at the end of the parade. While we were loading up the equipment onto the bus a guy came over and started talking with members of our drumline. The guy was Mark. You know, the the guy I was supposedly flirtling heavily, and secretly wanted to have an affair, with? He was standing right in front of Glenn, who did not recognize him. And no, I’m not going to tell him even though it would give me immense pleasure to rub it into Mr. I See Everything’s face.

In other news, I seriously need to get a referral for a hearing specialist. I don’t know how or why but it seems the delta wave music that I listen to when I have my boughts of insomnia is triggering a buzzing in my left ear. I know it’s the music because whenever I stop listening to it for awhile (even if I’m blasting other types of music through my ear buds) the buzzing disappates. Plus, I recently acquired some delta wave tracks from another company. Unlike Dr. Jeffrey Thomspon’s stuff where the tones used to produce the brainwave activity are “inaudible”, this other company only masks the tones with nature sounds. You can still hear them. And one of the tones they use is identical to the one I hear when my ear buzzes. It’s mystery as to how this happened. I always keep the volume of my sleep music to one notch above “mute” so it’s not like it’s damage due to it being too loud. *shrugs*

Finally. In keeping with the tagline of my blog, I encourage everyone to go out and rent “The Girl Next Door” (the unrated version). Yes, I know it’s essentially “Risky Business” but there are enough differences to keep those who have seen that movie on their toes. And, IMHO, Emile Hirsch beats Tom Cruise hands down in talent, cuteness, and a few other things I won’t mention here (but I’m sure fangirls can easily think of). Oh, and Rebecca De Mornay’s got nothing on Elisha Cuthbert.

I received a call from my uncle last night. Tuesday afternoon a fire broke out in their computer room and took out the back end of their house. There’s an article here about how local firefighters  rescued three of their four furbabies. The fourth, Mohawk, was found hiding in the cellar after the fire was put out.

They’re currently assessing the damage. Thus far, it looks like the frame of the house is still soild, but estimates say it will be at least six months before they can move back in.

At least everyone is okay.

Okay. The Wedding.

A friend of mine got married yesterday. I met her through her mother, who used to live in the complex. The wedding was in Tewksbury, and I must add that Google maps was full of fail in getting us there. There is no way you can take a “slight left” onto Old Main Street and if we had, we certainly would’ve gotten lost. As it was, we drove past the country club because Google said it was on the left, when it was on the right.

Anyway, the wedding was lovely. It kind of reminded me of my aunt’s wedding, only instead of a reel to reel, the music came courtesy of an Ipod. The opening to the Wedding March threw me a bit — it sounded too much like the beginning of the Theme to Rocky. 🙂 I couldn’t understand why so many people were dressed in black, either. It wasn’t an incredibly formal wedding.

Afterward, while the wedding party was having their photos taken the guests headed upstairs for cocktails. I couldn’t help but notice that a few headed toward the table with the snacks but the majority took a sharp right toward the open bar. I sucked down a couple of Shirley Temples. Maybe it’s just me, but I have too much respect for my friend to get drunk at her wedding.

When the photo shoot was over I made my way back down to our tables for the reception. I was seated with the Maid of Honor, her boyfriend, a woman I knew from one of the liquor beer and wine shops here in Arlington, and a Paris Hilton Wannabee and her friend. The latter two were both nice girls, just not the type you want in public, drunk. And Paris and her friend were already half in the bag when we sat down. When she wasn’t busy introducing herself to every guy that walked by, or grabbing yet another drink from the bar, her and her girlfriend were fixing each other’s faces… at the table. However the two of them were trumped by the Maid of Honor’s boyfriend, who hit on me.

Now, this is not to say I didn’t have a good time, because I did. The overall  company was terrific, and I had a lot of fun dancing with friends. I just wish I had been able to stay for the band.

On a totally unrelated note, I want to slap the Capitol and Somerville Theatres with some major slops. Hello! Milk won “Best Picture”! So why does the so-disgusting-that-nobodywants-to-go-there theatre in the Lexington have it and not them? You’d think with the company trying to bail the Capitol out of a financial situation you’d boot the Bollywood flick in favor of something your patrons would actually want to see. Yet neither Theatre has it. Well, fuck ’em. I’ll just pick up the DVD on Tuesday.