owning a slice of the pie

This whole home ownership thing is starting to overwhelm me. I never thought buying your first house and making it into a home would be such a difficult task. First and foremost is the responsibility of being in financial control of the property; as in the furnace quits you have to pay. Mostly though I am having a hard time deciding what kind of house I like and can afford all in one. I've looked at couple of houses so far, but nothing has wowed me. There was the shit hole that needed a lot work that I could get probably cheap, and then the decent not overwhelming house in good shape in a good neighborhood that I could be just alright with. Maybe this is like settling on the right woman. Yes, it may be a short term thing, but there is a lot financially a stake. I need to take care of it, be willing to improve the situation, and most importantly feel comfortable in my environment that I have chosen, and not feel that I want to back out at the inopertune time. I guess, just like my pitiful love life, I may be being a bit picking on settling in, or down in the woman department. Oh well, I am who I am, and am no hurry to rush into anything to soon. But afterall, If a woman wears a red dress one night and I don't like it, I can wait for tomorrow. But if the house comes in red, I might have to settle with it for a while.
Eric

The Shit Hole

I found a shit hole house. It's nice on the inside but butt ugly on the outside. I'm unsure on how to proceed. It needs probably 15k in mechanical and remodeling. It could be my first home. The previous owner, the eccentric, wanted to grow vines on the house. The basement. Put it this way outlets every 4 feet and flourescent lights every two feet. Get the picture. Yes, professor smoke alot. And professor no care about the maintenance. The house needs a ton of work. Picture this... grass on the lawn no, all plants, he was, is an eccentric. Upstairs is great if I was a pimp. He created the ultimate whore house. Built in carpet SHAG rooms, literally. Built in low materess rooms in the story and half. Player wantebe. Although if I could pull it off, I would. This guy has something in common with me though. Ivy. Except we have different opinions on the subject. I love ivy, at wrigley. He loves Ivy on the house. He has actually grown ivy on the house by pulling a rope toward the house with the ivy. What's that called, .....eccentric professer. Anyway it's a probable project at best, at the right price. You never know it might be my shag palace someday?
Eric,
I am America

Veisha, what?

Veisha weekend in my imperfect world of singledom. Is that even a word? Not veisha, the other. In the world of singledom, which I plan on copyrighting, Veisha is all about talking to old ladies who work in the dorms and talk about her kids who are sooooo succesful. Bullshit. How does a janitor lady produce more succesful offspring than me? Her daughter is a succesful tuba player in the alum band, I'm more succesful bitch. Other daughter, better looking and doable (I'll copyright that too), works for target. Spot on. But I'm not British and shouldn't say that. So no good daughter prospects, I ignore her and she leaves, big surprise. I am a guy who went to a parade by myself (pathetic). Why do I settle for the janitor's kids that I could care less about, unless they are engineering majors. Wow I am a prick right now. Oh well. Daddy needs a new car
Eric,
with a BS degree and I hope your degree provides for me
PS,
I will probably be single for a while

Weddings and Graduations

I feel very unworthy today

wow how do you gain interest from an uninteresting day. What to say. I went back to the Indian mart. Found myself very attracted to the Indian wife of the entrepenuer. Yet she couldn't speak English so it was only a miniscule fantasy, not remembered a half hour later. Pretty much a boring day. Other than my UPS delivery. My OCC cubs chopper arrived and I put that prominently on my desk at home. Other than that very boring. sorry.
Eric,
PS America is pretty much a boring history with moments that make things interesting, just like my life.

The Game

Baseball, my passion. Today I got my early season fix on my baseball obsession. Baseball is America. Dated back to 1845. No sport is more American than baseball. You eat peanuts and drink beer. All the while discussing the mistakes of the pros that you watch. It is filled with moments of excitement and action, along with moments of boredom and useless trivia. Baseball is all about meaningless trivial facts that make the game interesting. Why else would they have the speed of the pitch displayed on the video board. It is so fans like me can analyze the pitcher's decision making, and at the first mistake claim that we wouldn't have done that. It is so when a runner on first gets caught stealing, we can claim that he didn't get a good enough jump, or that the pitcher fooled him on previous pick off attempts. Baseball is so much America and minor league baseball is so much baseball, that a day game a half week into the season, with sunny skies, Was my way of proving myself as an American.
Whoisamerica
Eric,
PS
This the year (Go Cubs)

Travel abroad without leaving town

Today was like any other day. Work, read the paper, etc. Same old, same old. Then, an epithany. I stopped off at a convenience store to get cigarettes. I know it's run by an Indian family, but today I saw a different side of the family. The non-English speaking side. Non-English communicative side. Now you would have thought I asked them for the current value of the dow jones industrial. Nope, I asked for a carton of Marlboro Lights and 5 in Powerball (It's over $100 million right now). With the Indian movie in the background, they struggled to complete my request. I almost tried to complete the transaction myself. But somehow I felt bad for them. I live in a town where many foreigners come for differing opportunities. The Indians, to sell gas, beer, cigs, and smut. The Chinese to learn engineering and science to help create the next "Superpower". The Mexicans to hang drywall, and send every extra penny back home so more can come. And the Bosnians, to lay flooring and give hope to other eastern Europeans that democracy can succeed without rampent extortion. Don't get me wrong, I get very frustated at not being able to understand these people, and at some of them being here illegally. But after today I realize that they must adore our lifestyles and culture to want to be here. Besides, how many countries would allow to blog about you everyday ordinary life, and complain about how bad you have it.
Who is America

P.S. The Indians still didn't understand me and got my request wrong.