Coming up for some air

This week was beyond NUTS! In the past week:

- I played 4 soccer games. You know what that means, a lot of muscle cramps.
- I worked too many hours and got lectured about working too much and trying not to burn out. You see, I don't like that, because I think I know when I am stressed out, and lecturing never worked on me, not even when I was 5. But at least I could give my mom attitude about it. Grrr.
- I realized that I still like my job, and in fact, I am loving it. I'm hoping things stay this way for a while.
- Finally, the condo. GRRR. Those people pulled me up and down and all around. My agent seemed to be practically working for them and not me. I stuck my ground and asked for my earnest money and indicated that I will be looking at listings next week to find another place. Within 10 minutes I got a call that they accepted my last offer. See? Was that too hard? I guess they thought: girl, buying her first home, alone. She must be naiive, let's try to fuck her over. Right! Don't get me wrong, the place is so worth it. So, next week we have inspection and attorney review period, then if everything goes smoothly, we'll close sometime in June, preferably closer to the end. Then I plan to move sometime in August. But there was a LO-OT of craziness with these people this week and about 30 calls and 5 faxes. I was tired and ready to just say "fuck it all, I'll keep on renting!"

I really hate not having time to blog, but after work, all I want to do is watch TV. I have some addictions that I can't control, like catching the Real World Denver. I love that show. Always have and always will. I think it makes me feel a little better about myself. But I think these people keep on getting sluttier and sluttier. Whatever, I love trashy TV. You watch people sing and dance, and I watch people get drunk and ass.