Not much blogging lately. Not much to blog about. That will hopefully change soon.
Paul has gotten himself a chickie and, being as having a roommate cramps one’s style, is moving out. Accordingly, home prices being what they are around here, I’ve decided now is the time to take the plunge and finally buy. Having a sucky landlord will push you in that direction. Right now, you’d be amazed what $100,000 will get you around here.
I had my eye on a few places, but they got snapped up before I could make an offer. I’m in a position where I can be patient.
The job goes well. They like me well enough to have put on on a “special project” for one client. That’s a good thing. The bad thing is that the best case scenario is that he is “less grumpy.” Hopefully, I will have news on the Project That Cannot Yet Be Named soon. It’s certainly sounding like it.
About two weeks left until my next birthday. Color me unexcited.
Congrats to Miss Vanessy on the just-short-of-miraculous birth of her first child, a boy, Ross Steig Mir. A Scandahoovian/Bangladeshi child named “The Stig?” I predict an interesting childhood for this beastie. Mind you, I wish I’d had a name like “Stig” back in the day.
