Happy Friday sehctiB (<------)
I have a killer weekend planned, but I'm having trouble getting into the zone because of life stress.
Weekend: my buddy's bachelor party. I'm picking up a friend from the airport tonight and heading up to the mountains. A group of 12 of us are camping at this killer spot in Grand County. Then tomorrow, we're going to Lake Granby (big, scenic lake) renting a pontoon boat and having a boat party for a few hours. Then hitting up the brewery for suds and grub, then back to the campsite for more shenanigans. Coming back Sunday mid-day.
Stress: my gf has a job offer (she's already got a good job, but this new one is more money, but probably more problems) and her stress from makeing a decision is rubbing off on me. She's been very snippy with me this week. Stepdaughter's car overheated yesterday and I went to replace the thermostat and one of the bolts for the t-stat housing was seized. I put a breaker bar on it and ended up cracking the thermostat housing and the part of the block that it bolts to. So in doing what should've been a 30 minute/$30 job, I've created a major problem. We keep running into maintenance problems at the "investment property" and we're losing a good $400+ a month keeping up with the place. We're talking about doing a short sale or "strategic default" just to get rid of the place. I have very mixed feelings about this.
:/
Weekend: my buddy's bachelor party. I'm picking up a friend from the airport tonight and heading up to the mountains. A group of 12 of us are camping at this killer spot in Grand County. Then tomorrow, we're going to Lake Granby (big, scenic lake) renting a pontoon boat and having a boat party for a few hours. Then hitting up the brewery for suds and grub, then back to the campsite for more shenanigans. Coming back Sunday mid-day.
Stress: my gf has a job offer (she's already got a good job, but this new one is more money, but probably more problems) and her stress from makeing a decision is rubbing off on me. She's been very snippy with me this week. Stepdaughter's car overheated yesterday and I went to replace the thermostat and one of the bolts for the t-stat housing was seized. I put a breaker bar on it and ended up cracking the thermostat housing and the part of the block that it bolts to. So in doing what should've been a 30 minute/$30 job, I've created a major problem. We keep running into maintenance problems at the "investment property" and we're losing a good $400+ a month keeping up with the place. We're talking about doing a short sale or "strategic default" just to get rid of the place. I have very mixed feelings about this.
:/
^Funny you mentioned that dude. I've been thinking lately that I might lie to my friends and tell them Im engaged just so that I can round up the crew for a mega bachelor party. Then tell them afterwards that I was full of shit. It'd be the ultimate scheme but for a great cause = the bettering of our friendship.
Sound fair?
Sound fair?
Feeling a little bit of the heat/stress myself.
I leave to go back to school tomorrow. With my mom passing, everything is screwed up with my financial aid through the school, and I pretty much had to start over. I had to send them tax returns, etc, and did so over two weeks ago. They just got them yesterday. Morons.
After all of that bullshit, I talk to the supervisor of financial aid and she informs me that I was ready to go in the first place, and losing my mom's income (i am dependent if you haven't caught that yet) doesn't put me into a different bracket. I can barely borrow as it is due to my dad's income.
So now that they have received all of my pertinent documents, I should be good to go right? Wrong. My fucking loan counselor froze my loans until I have a mandatory meeting with her. The place is un utter clusterfuck this time of year. Two years ago I had to go to the financial aid office, people slept in their cars the night before so they would have a good spot. In other words, when I got there when the doors opened at 7 am, there were about 75 people in front of me. I didn't get out until 1 pm. FUUUU
I leave to go back to school tomorrow. With my mom passing, everything is screwed up with my financial aid through the school, and I pretty much had to start over. I had to send them tax returns, etc, and did so over two weeks ago. They just got them yesterday. Morons.
After all of that bullshit, I talk to the supervisor of financial aid and she informs me that I was ready to go in the first place, and losing my mom's income (i am dependent if you haven't caught that yet) doesn't put me into a different bracket. I can barely borrow as it is due to my dad's income.
So now that they have received all of my pertinent documents, I should be good to go right? Wrong. My fucking loan counselor froze my loans until I have a mandatory meeting with her. The place is un utter clusterfuck this time of year. Two years ago I had to go to the financial aid office, people slept in their cars the night before so they would have a good spot. In other words, when I got there when the doors opened at 7 am, there were about 75 people in front of me. I didn't get out until 1 pm. FUUUU



