Greetings!I survived yet another day of house hunting. It was an emotional one, and I blame it on the DOT. That's right - "Large Marge" has my body/hormones in an uproar. I saw some more TORE UP cribs, but they weren't funky. I did cry; I am sick of people feeling as if I have to "settle" because these are the homes in my price range. HEAR YE! HEAR YE! I ain't about to give no bank no $210K for a s**tbox of a house that is to'e up from the flo' up.
Ebonics translation for those whose Ebonics skills are non-existent: The owner of this blog will never pay $210K for a home that is inadequate for her needs even if it means spending an additional few months in her tiny apartment.
Got THAT?
Prior to exiting my realtor's car, I shed a few tears. I am so SIK of this entire house buying experience. I am tired and stressed. To top it off, my BFF, the red dot, chose today to pay me a visit, and my stomach looks as if I am four mos pregnant. Y'all know what I mean by the "red dot". If I did not want at least one baby, I would tie my tubes and jump on the table for the "Stop the Flow" procedure. Enough is enough. Damn EVE, that triflin' heffa. The Red Dot is one BFF that I would luv to say, "Just leave me alone" (as our boy, Mike once said).
For my fellow teachers in the State of AZ, this SEI endorsement is killing me. Would someone please write an SEI Book for Dummies?!??!??
WTF?!?!??!!?!?!??!?!?!
And on that note, I need to end this message and try and decipher Structured Immersion
