We have a new night shift nurse. She was my relief the other night. We chit chatted a bit just getting to know each other. She asked me what city I'm from. I hesitated for just a second as I almost always do because the city I live in doesn't have the best of reputations. People from other cities and communities tend to have misconceptions and prejudices about us.
I told her where I was from......and she kind of chuckled a bit at my hesitation. She understood because she too is from the city I live......and she also went to the same high school ............so we talked a bit about the mafia, gambling, and prostitution that used to be ramped in our little town a long time ago...... and before I was born.......... I told her how when I was in high school and our class traveled to all the different colleges in Kentucky........we were booed & had food thrown on us as they chanted "Sin City"...........I remember feeling surprised, scared, confused, and hurt.
She shared with me similar stories. We didn't understand peoples reaction to us (students from other schools, and parents of students from other schools) back then. We were just kids, same as any kid from any other school.
I told her how even today, my daughter who attends the same high school, is instructed (all the teams, and student body are) to prove them (people in other communities) wrong.. Always be on your best behavior etc..etc..........
I don't know..........it was nice meeting someone at my work who comes from the same place as I do.......it's nice having that common bond.
The bank locked in my interest rate today. The realtor ( I went with someone different than the girl I mentioned in an earlier post) came to my house today to see the house and to talk money. We decided on an asking price...........................I asked him to lower his 6% commission. He lowered it 1%. :O)
I need a few more days to get some things in order around my house. So he'll be back in a few days to take pictures, to sign contracts and whatever else needs to be done.
I feel a little overwhelmed with all that I still need to do.....specifically all the paper work I need to get together for the bank. I hate that kind of stuff. It makes me anxious.
Daughter has been put in charge of spirit week at school.
She's thrilled and has numerous activities planned for that week for the student body and the teachers.
I'm happy for her.
She seems happier this year. And the cheerleading squad FINALLY got their new uniforms. They're very nice..............
Son is still in negotiations for his new place.................him and his brother are going to live together and share living expenses for awhile.............. They both play on an adult league baseball team. Oldest sons team is the worse in the league. Middle sons team is the best team.
They're best friends.
That makes me happy.
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A lot going on in your life but you seem to be handling everything quite well. Hang in there and have a great day.
Odie
.we were booed & had food thrown on us as they chanted "Sin City"
Bah, damn christian trouble makers, in the mining towns I spent much of my youth in even Father King went to the whorehouses, at least he wasn't butt fucking alter boys.
But they are gone now, I guess the christians prefer their daughters working on the streets instead of in safe whorehouses.
Banks are a pain in the ass anymore, after talking to a loan officer at my bank a few months ago about some property in the country I was interested in I decided that there was no damn way I was going to deal with a bank to get property. I don't like them telling me everything I have to do to it after I buy it, it's none of their goddamn business what I do with it.
It's undeveloped property, a bank telling me that I have to put a home on it within two years and put in electricity and things like that can just go to hell.
Billy, in Kentucky you can buy property that's undeveloped and keep it that way. If it's in the right zone I guess. Sons have property that they've built a shack on.......they stay in it when they go deer hunting.
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