The Way I Are.

ye old house.
Originally uploaded by This Year's Love.

Even grossly exaggerating my monthly expenses (I'm sure I've forgotten one or the other) I'm still $200 below my $1000 budget I set for myself. It would be brilliant to be able to stick to it. That leaves $200 to just..spend whilst sitll saving over $700 each month. I'll definitely need it!

I got an inspection scheduled for tomorrow at 5 PM. Afterward I remembered that I have a photo session scheduled for that same time that I've been planning since about two weeks ago. So I ended up calling the family and seeing if I could do it several hours earlier and it was fine.
I'll call the realtor tomorrow and make sure that we're on for the time and everything.

My parents drove by the house, my dad seeing it for the first time. He ripped it to shreds and doesn't like it. He got all cocky when he told me and said, "I wouldn't buy it!"
I just shrugged. I am done with defending myself. I find it completely unnecessary to do so anymore since he's proven that he knows nothing and has no business telling me one way or another.
Maybe if he spent any time fixing up his own house...but no. He's spent my entire life avoiding it at all costs. He nitpicked about everything.
"You could get a nicer house!"
And I snapped.
"Yes, I COULD, but I don't NEED to and don't WANT to. This house is FINE and that's why I'm getting an inspection done so I actually know what's wrong with it!"
Christ on a cracker! The man is just a moron. I'm so exhausted dealing with all of his bullshit.

There's a pretty silly wall in the kitchen that's flimsy at best and after Israel's literal run-in with the screen door (completely killed!) I think I would rather just tear it down and have a bigger kitchen than wait for Israel to bring it down himself.

Either way tomorrow is the deciding point since it hinges on the inspection going well. I know it's got problems but they're not terrible. Far better than what I had to grow up in!
I wish my parents wouldn't deliberately make it seem like we lived in this awesome house ... it was a shit hole, falling down around us. Nothing ever got fixed. We just moved out.

On a different note, it was a sad day for my mother. She's an ESL teacher and found out today during a party for the end of this semester for her classes that one of her students died along with her husband in a car accident while visiting her family in Mexico. Everyone was depressed after that and my mom cried a lot. Apparently this student was always the first there, books ready, and just a nice woman. People in the building remembered her even if they hadn't known her.
Sigh. I can't imagine that happening to me.
And then as I was talking to Rachel on the phone my mom held up a ten dollar bill.
"What?" I asked, not seeing anything special about it.
"It's from my Korean student for you for your house."
I laughed. It's sitting in front of my keyboard right now. How sweet is that?
And depressing. My mom's student is nicer about it than my own parents.

C'est la vie!