It's freakin' official , Baby!

This just deserves it’s own post!

I am officially a University student! Wheeeeee! I just talked to my boss and gave my notice. I can now shout it from the rooftops! I’m FREE!!!!

He took it fairly well. He laughed when I told him at least I’m not leaving him for someone else. :-) He will tell my co-workers and on Monday when I go back everyone will know.

I also talked to my Mom and she is happy for me; stressed, but happy.

In three and a half weeks I'll be sitting in a classroom. EEEK!

Hey Cuz – My Mom knows!

I took a deep breath and went for it. I went over to her place around 9:00PM – she knew something was up as soon as I walked in. I told her I had news to which she replied, oh no, what happened. I told her it was very good news. Then I just came out and said it. I told her about the months of planning, the research on careers, the financial options and of course my complete certainty that I’m making the best decision of my life. She was shocked, but after the surprise wore off she said she was proud of me and agreed to be my co-singer.

My sister Christine and I had a plan in case things went sour. She called on my cell phone about 45 minutes after I left for my Mom’s place. If I said, I’m at Mom’s chatting, you should come over – it meant, oh crap! Help me! If I said, I’m at Mom’s, but I’ll be home soon – it meant, everything is going fine. Meet me at m place and I’ll tell you all the details. We’re such geeks! Hah! Anyway, turns out I didn’t need any rescuing. When she called my Mom saw right through our plow and said: tell your sister everything is fine. :-)

She told me about my father going back to school at age 30 to become a teacher. This was just after they got married and my Mom was pregnant with my brother. She told me what a huge change in him a career change made and that if a new career is what is right with me, she will support me in any way she can.

I know she is still going to worry and be “stressed”, but her feelings are beyond my control. I don’t think there is anything I can do to make her not worry about me. I’ve also come to realize that since my brother passed-away, my mother must be feeling lost. She spent 44 years taking care of my brother… she defined herself by her need to take care of him. Now that he is gone, I think it’s very hard for her to find herself. She doesn’t know how to be anyone BUT the caretaker. On some level, I think she is struggling with her self-worth. I can see where “taking care” of me has become more important. In her mind (subconsciously), taking care of someone makes her a good person… so not having someone to care for kinda makes her less good. The problem is; I don’t let her take care of me like my brother did so she is struggling with her role. I know it’s her issues to deal with, but the fact that I now realize why she is worrying about me so much seems to help.

Now I only have my boss left to tell. In a few days it will all be official! I still can’t believe it’s actually going to happen!

I still haven’t received my student LOC, but it’s really just a technical issue at this point. TD Bank just got a new computer system and my loan application is stuck in cyber land until some techie can fix the kinks. The loan specialist I spoke with seems confident that I will be able to get the LOC with a co-signer.

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Disclaimer about the post title.
My poor cousin has been reading my blog for months and following my daily drama. Every time I see her she asks if I have told my Mom yet – she is scared of slipping up! So finally, Angela, you’re free to say anything. :-)

I'm Chicken Shit

I had a meeting with TD Bank today for my student LOC and it seemed to go rather well… I should know tomorrow.

The problem? It’s 99% certain I’ll need a co-signer. I’m terrified of asking my mother. My fear is not that she will say no… my fear is that she will say yes. I love my mother, but we are very different people. She is extremely “stressed” right now because I bought a house that’s “old”. She isn’t making payments; she doesn’t live here, yet she is still so “stressed”. Plus, I’ve gone and bought this house without a husband! I must be insane. The thought of me leaving my full-time job to go back to school is likely going to send her off the deep end. Ugh.

I’m afraid that if I ask her to be my co-signer, her signature will come with three years of judgment and additional stress.

You know what sucks the most in all this? If I had a husband, my Mom would not think I was crazy for buying a house nor going to school. I could be in an unhappy marriage right now and things would make more sense to my Mom. Ugh.

Think positive thoughts – have a positive day

I’m not having such a great day. I’ve been up since 6:30 am with pain and numbness in my right hand… it’s the carpel tunnel. Just when the acupuncture was starting to work, the scraping, painting and lifting made things worse. Ugh. I sanded the wallpaper from hell room this morning and added more polyfill to cover the holes. I was so painful! I was trying to put the putty on with my left hand and could barely hold the can with my right. Ugh. Right now I’m slowly typing with my left hand.

My poor, poor wrist. :-(



I’m on break for the rest of the day – I just really need to rest my wrists. Here is a picture of my spackle-happy room (formerly known as the wallpaper from hell room).




I think I had a few holes. Hopefully tonight my wrists will be rested enough to at least prime the room.


I’m waiting for the furniture guy to come cut my box spring so I can get it up the stairs. I hope this works! I’m dreading helping him push the stupid thing up the stairs. I fear pain in my future.

As for the student line of credit, I’ve called Scotia Bank and apparently you can’t actually meet with someone at a bank. I swear; banks are the stupidest institutions in the freakin’ world! I have another 1-800 number to call to see if I qualify for a student LOC. I’m waiting until the furniture guy has come to do his thing before I call. Once I’ve called the 1-800, I have to do the application online. Why can’t I just meet with a human being? GRRRR. Speaking of stupid banks, I’m still dirt poor. I don’t think I mentioned BMOs major screw-up last week – apparently they screwed up when transferring my RRSPs to my chequing account. The bank director advanced me the money last Wednesday so I could pay my lawyer and get my house, but now my account has been in overdraft since then. The problem is, I don’t actually have an overdraft so it’s like I have zero funds in my account. The RRSPs still haven’t been transferred as of today. I just left a nasty message with the bank manager. I mean seriously – this is getting ridiculous!

I’ve had requests for more house pictures. I’m posting a few, although the place is still quite the disaster zone. I’ve got boxes everywhere!

Here is my new couch and funky chaise longue:




Here is a messy picture of my kitchen/computer relaxation area:

My one fear…

…has come true. I’ve been denied my student line of credit. I’m speechless. Even without my car, with my rooms being rented out and with a co-signer I’m being denied. What the fuck!?! My mortgage is $482 a month – I can’t even get an apartment for that price! I don’t understand why stupid little freshman fucks can get lines of credit and I can’t.

I’m heartbroken. The thought of returning to work is killing me. I can’t believe that I’ve been through all of this – for nothing.

When I have nothing to do, I remove shelves

- While waiting for the cable guy to finish – I removed some shelves.
- While waiting for the phone guy to do the wiring - I removed some shelves.
- While waiting for the movers to bring in all my stuff - I removed some shelves.

I think I only removed about a ¼ so far.

Shelves


More Shelves


Right now my box spring is sitting in my downstairs office because the movers couldn’t get it upstairs. I have to wait until Monday for a furniture guy to come cut my box spring up and put it back together. EEEK!

Picture of my stairs after the battle with the box spring


Lovely pictures of my wallpaper room

Before the shelves came down


After removing the shelves and realising the paper was coming off


What is this behind the paper? Why it's more wallpaper!


Oh crap that’s a lot of wallpaper!


But you know what? I couldn't be happier. :-)

Home Sweet...

I'm in my new house! Yay! I've discovered the former owners had an odd love for wallpaper, shelves and painting OVER wallpaper and shelves! Not so yay!

I"m about a fifth of the way in one bedroom. It took us all morning just to remove the thousands of shelves. Now it's wallpaper scraping time. Ugh.

I'll be moving my furniture in tomorrow so right now I don't have anything other than a computer (with internet) and a tv (with cable). It's hard to type while sitting on the floor. :-)

Well, I must get back to scraping! I'll update soon with pictures.