Tuesday, September 26, 2006

evening

I Do Not Have Any Domi Family Pictures - Try An Image Search

I don’t have a Leanne Domi picture gallery; if I did, I’d name it the “Hell Hath No Fury Gallery”.  I don’t have Leanne & Tie’s wedding pictures.  I don’t have just plain pictures of Leanne Domi.  The pictures I have of Tie are public pictures that are everywhere, except the one I took of the press conference from my computer monitor.  I don’t have any Belinda Stronach pictures.  Seriously, people, she has an official website.  There are stories ALL OVER Canadian newspapers, and on Entertainment Tonight Canada too, if that’s what you’re looking for.  I don’t have any pictures.  I swear.  My final comment (heh, I think) is that I feel sorry for Leanne, I think Tie’s a jerk, and I don’t even have words to describe how awful I think Belinda is.  C’mon people, if you want to be with someone other than your spouse, ask for a damned divorce.  Cheating is so classless.  If you’re a thin blonde heiress to a billion dollar empire, surely you have all of North America to find a single man.  It shouldn’t be that hard.  If you’re a rich muscular famous hockey player from Toronto, yeah sure, cheating is easy, but the consequences are pretty crappy, no?  And please, if you’re going to cheat, at least pick someone who is better looking than your spouse.  Going for similar, but less than...dumb move.  You know, unless you’re looking for large, uh, bank accounts.

Monday, September 25, 2006

evening

I Liked School, I Did, I Did!

The traffic getting there was horrible.  I thought that because we should be going in the opposite direction as normal rush hour traffic, that we’d miss it.  We didn’t.  We hit the Spaghetti Bowl jam just like everyone else, only we were surprised.  Whoops.  We still got there on time, but we intended to get there early.  It took us at least 45 minutes to get there, but maybe 20 minutes to get home.

So, the loan officer class - I thought it would be super dull.  Okay, lots of the terms *are* super dull, but the instructor is pretty cool.  She’s chatty, yes she is.  She’s also super goals, goals, goals, Go Oprah!-ish.  Hard to explain, I think.  Still, she made the class way more interesting than it could’ve been.  Plus, she told us how much money she made in her first six months (100k) and how much she made total in her first year (372k, I think it was), and she didn’t have any experience when she started.  Yes, she’s a much better talker than either Leigh-Ann or I am, but that’s not how we want to find loans.  We want to do it online, with a company that does multi-state mortgages, and we want to do it through email.  We have a website, we have marketing ideas, and well, we need your help.  Yes, you, whoever you are reading this.  Those of you who know us, know we would never cheat you.  In fact, in most financial deals, we often end up being more generous than we can afford to be.  With your help, we can continue our same path of generosity and honesty.  Don’t worry, we’re not soliciting loans yet, as we don’t have our licenses.  We need to find a broker to work for first, and I’ve already had contact with someone in email at a Las Vegas-based bank (who does multi-state loans) who was interested in working with us.  We’ll need to meet them and meet some other brokers, but if we can find a good fit right away, we could be in business, well, as soon as the state gets our licenses back.

I have one request for the next week or so - we both have homework that involves contacting people we know and getting their contact information.  You know, I say, “Lalalalalala, how’s the weather?  By the way, I’ll be a loan officer soon and if you’d like to refinance your house, here’s my cybercard.” You then say, “Well, I’m not necessarily interested right now, but take my name and contact me in a month or so.  Maybe I’ll have a friend who’s interested.” We need 50 contact names each before the end of class or we have to sit ina dunce chair or something.  So, if you’d like to help me and maybe someday I can help you, send me your name.  That’s it, your name.  Not your phone number.  Not your address.  Just your name and state.  I won’t spam you.  I promise.  I’m just doing mah homework.  And maybe someday you can have a loan done where you only have to leave your house once, to sign papers at the title company at the end of the loan, then wait three business days and get a direct deposit of enough cash to remodel your kitchen or put in a pool or to pay off credit card debt or to buy your dogs some nice grass and a doghouse.

lunch time

Best Search Phrase for Finding My Blog in Recent Weeks

Sep 24 02:27:28 PM ca.search.yahoo.com belinda stronach is a tramp.

I didn’t actually write that publicly, but I guess search algorithms are so good these days that they can read minds.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

evening

Oh noooo, school starts Monday night

I had to postpone our loan officer school program that we were supposed to go to in August because I was sick.  Remember that little sinus infection deal?  Well, I still have it.  Whooo.  I hope I’m able to keep it in check with meds because we have class from 6p - 10p for the next two weeks.  I so don’t want to go, but mostly because it’s all the way on the other side of town.  Ugh.  Nothing we ever want to do is over here.  Everything is E. Sahara this, E. Tropicana that, E. Flamingo whathaveyou.  Never do we see a restaurant in the paper we want to try and have it say, W. Whatever Street.

To be honest, I’m a bit terrified about school.  Not school itself, although with my stupid herniated disc bladder problems, I hate being required to sit anywhere for long periods of time.  I never know when it’ll be a good day or a bad day.  No, the problem is once I’m done with school, I immediately need to get work (Leigh-Ann is still trying to get a job at the vet’s office, but she’s going to school with me just in case) or we’re going to run out of money very soon...and be living in a cardboard box.  I’m not sure we can find a cardboard box big enough for all of us and the pets, plus shield us from the wind.  Also, we don’t have laptops, so I don’t know if you’ll ever hear from us again.  So, wish us luck...and financial independence.  The kind we had before Google’s algorithms made mincemeat of our finances.  Well, Google and back surgery bills and a few companies we did work with that went out of business, taking thousands of dollars with them to their overseas bank accounts.

I’ve been applying for online jobs for the past couple of months, but nothing has worked out.  Either the job is in New York (hi, Jim), the business hasn’t gotten started yet, the ad was a total scam, or the one I really really wanted...they never contacted me.

early afternoon

You Are Here - book, book, book

You Are Here by Wesley Gibson, they call it it a “memoir of arrival” and I suppose that it is.  It’s about a writer moving to NYC, his search for a place to live, his odd roommates, his sick roommate, his writing, his teaching of a writing class, etc.  While I enjoy his writing style, I didn’t think the story had much substance to it.  When I finished it, I thought basically, “Is that all there is?” So, to sum it up, he writes well, but I’m sure I’d much prefer another attempt on his part.

To be fair, I read it quite a while ago and had to read the back cover to refresh my memory about the story itself.  Then again, because I didn’t really remember all that much of it, perhaps that in and of itself means something.  I have tons of books awaiting quickie reviews, so beware, I just may get to them.