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I apoligize to my readers for flaking out at the end of coverge, right when it got most exciting, during the pinnacle peak of all sports, Olypmic Ladies Fig. I apologize, too, if you were worried that the shock of the Tara incident sent me reeling into the floor of my messy closet weeping for days on end and sleepless nights of images of her gnarled little face gloating over her triple flip toe loop axle spin combo. It could have been that under other circumstances, but instead it was a call from our landlord that she's selling our house. So instead of watching olympics full time, I just did a crash course in rental markets, real estate, mortage brokers, banks, riding around with realtors in a Mercedez Benz, and non stop phone calls to find out if it is a wise and responsible choice to attempt to buy a really rundown house in the hottest real estate market of the universe where i don't even spend all my time with no fancy full time job to pay bills, or if it's the stupidest thing ever and no way can we afford it and we have to leap back out to the scarey rental market or buy a fine double wide out by the railroad tracks. So even during the televised coverage, which of course I knew about who won but kept it all quiet because of certain readers that I know who shield themselves from media somehow so they can watch the taped live event, i had two phones, the fine book "Real Estate for Dummies", a calculator and the real estate classifieds out in front of me and could only look up on occassion. The tear fest o ramas at the end of most performances inspired me to weep, or else it was understanding just how mortages work and how much money is really required to buy even the most falling apart, broken down of houses. Now that i feel so mature and responsible since I understand the tax benefits of home ownership I am ready to adopt Lu Chen to protect her from the communists and let her come live with me, although she'd have to live on the couch because there are no such things as 3 bedroom houses for under $300,000 unless they are next door to the dump (this is a true fact and I can't explain any further or I will throw up on my keyboard.) So readers, you will have to please email me if you heard any good gossip like Michelle saying snarly catty nancy things about tara or tara staying out all night with the men's figure skating team. Because i missed it all this weekend. One reader suggested new coverage of how the real estate market works and what fun it is to simultaneously figure out if we can afford to buy something which is not a trailer or a condo in the projects, "assist" our landlord's realtor show our house, look for rentals and ride around in a fancy car with nice ladies and their southwestern jewelry looking at mansions we could never live in...but frankly, that just sounds really bad. So I'll have to wait for something better to come along to cover. PDP out for now.
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