Now I'm resorting to boring photos of water and trees.
This week I finally decided to get my shit together and actually go talk to banks about getting a home loan. Tomorrow I'm taking a half day of vacation, but before you go getting all jealous, let me tell you that I'm going to talk to two different lenders and then going to the dentist. Yeah. Now, how jealous are you? That's what I thought.
I've spent a lot of time on the internet this week looking at lender and housing options and my head might just explode before I get anywhere near buying a house. My brother said that I'd get a loan, but it might not be enough for what I want and where I want to live. I'll probably burn some more vacation time next week talking to a couple more lenders. My friend who talked to me about this a couple of weeks ago, told me to shop around, so that's what I'm doing. I figure if I don't get what I want right now, I'll still be in the place I am now, but much better educated. And where I am right now is just fine. I love where I live, it's just that I'd rather stop throwing money away, and I have very little time to try to get that first time home buyer tax credit. I'm just going to throw it all up in the air and see how it lands.
But enough of that. It's the weekend. Woot! After all the practical crap tomorrow, the girls and I will finally go out for dinner to celebrate Stinky's birthday. I'm not sure what else I'm doing tomorrow night. The girls may have plans with their friends after dinner, and I'll just decide when I know their schedules.
On Saturday, I'd like to do another double work-out running and biking. If it rains, I'll have to change that around and maybe swim instead. My friend G. gets back on Saturday night and she has told me she expects an email from me waiting for her and to go out on Saturday night. So there. I might be ready for a beer or two. I feel like I'm working really hard parenting and training and writing and researching home loans and Iowa City properties, that I'll be very ready to blow off some steam on Saturday if G.'s plane gets back in time for that.
How about you all? Do your weekend plans involve working hard or playing hard or mixing and matching?