Al’s back or came back for 9/11. He knows more about Manhattan than I do. Maybe not. If I had the mental energy I would challenge him to a Manhattan trivia contest.
Sarah Palin articles
â€œIf the Obamas had a 17-year-old daughter who was unmarried and pregnant by a tough-talking black kid, my guess is if they all appeared onstage at a Democratic convention and the delegates were cheering wildly, a number of conservatives might be discussing the issue of dysfunctional black families. Brian York, National Review
Let’s get real. We all know the above is true.
Investigation into her job as governor. Speaks to issues
Todd’s role in his wife’s admin
New York Times Editorial
On Ed Koch’s endorsement of Obama. There were times I thought him a brilliant mayor. Other times he made me crazy. Still other times I thought he had a series of small strokes He’s never been boring and still isn’t.
I’m a born and bred New Yorker. There are certain things I must do and two include reading The New York Times and voting. Were I too ever get settled in my new life I might quote other papers but I have never felt less in control over my own life.
If I were too only read two of these articles it would be Frank Rich and Dick Cavett.
If every person who has disliked parts of the past eight years, feels poorer, is scared about his/her job or has lost it, feels somewhat disenfranchised and no longer recognizes or remembers all that was great about America votes for Obama and Biden, we will take our country back.
I hate becoming more radical as I grow older. Doesn’t seem natural. Yet I have known most of my friends since the late 60’s, 70’s and we’re getting ready to light the fire (metaphorically).
The closing can’t take place on October 1 as the buyers aren’t being interviewed by the board until Mid October.
Did anybody think to tell me this or that this was a true possibility?
No I had to ask and ask and ask.
Is it too hard to say “I don’t know?”
I can live with that. I can’t live without being given any info even if it is “I’m sorry Pia I don’t know the answer. Let me try to find out.”
If somebody could help me understand why it’s easier to let a person imagine many scenarios or believe something is going to happen a certain time…..
Let me introduce myself
I’m the idiot– who, working under the assumption I had to be out of here on 10/25–as no moving is allowed on the Jewish holidays or much of the Monday of the first night–isn’t going to a family reunion (tomorrow) that I really wanted to go to.
The holiday begins at sundown on Monday 9/29 and ends on sundown on Wednesday 10/01. I was willing to tempt G-d and go through with the closing on the Second Day as frankly I have no idea if I believe or not. This has been an ongoing theme for my family for generations.
But as many people who live in my building are practicing Jews or two day Jews, the building has a policy that all outside workers must leave by 3:30 PM on Monday and not come back until Thursday. I didn’t want my move to be under duress so I was going to have the movers come the prior Thursday as there are Friday rules that constantly change and I believe aren’t based on religion but because many people are home on Fridays.
I thought the closing being on R’osh Hassanah was strange as everybody involved in this move but the realtors are Jewish but I’m only the seller. I have no voice..
Arranged for a male college student to work for me this coming Sunday–need brute strength to get things out of my storage cage. Wasn’t going to pay my 09 homeowner insurance as it ends and begins 10/01. Was going to switch to SC health insurance–have dual coverage for awhile out of fear of being hit by a golf cart or something.
Was going to….you get the drift. I’m ultra responsible, obsessive and puritanical. Work before pleasure.
I took the wall unit down and repainted my living room two weeks ago and it’s no longer mine in spirit plus it cost a lot.
I’m not going to get angry. I’m going to have a Tini party—do love different flavored vodka’s. Then will pretend I’m moving on 10/02 so when I come back to NY everything will be ready for the movers. Will be in storage a month less, and I will have a house picked out, maybe for the “Pia buys a small house (small footprint, green friendly) committee.” The committee consists of my best friend Lucia who was a girl contractor, her sister C; and C’s husband W. I live in their house in North myrtle and W was a founder of a mega home chain.
For a Jewish girl from Long Island having handy friends is still unbelievable though I seem to pick friends for their handy skills 🙂
One thing: I’m forcing the closing to be on11/02 so I can close, vote and hopefully go to a victory party that night. No can do. The buyers live a good eight hours from here by car and i want them to vote as I believe that will be two more votes for Obama.
I’m a Democrat. I’m so over being so so so so nice.
The deposit is insured but I’m pretty sure that failing a board interview is e_empted from that.
If they do I’m figuring out a way to get the deposit as my apartment will have been off the market for three months and I worked damn hard for the buyer’s enjoyment.
I feel sick about Galveston.
I wish there were a way I could control that but I’m so successful controlling my own life. Not.
I thought October was going to be my last maintenance payment. I thought…
Control. I need some control. I’m the one totally shaking up my life I’m the one who feels I’m working for the realtors and the buyers. People seem to forget about the si_ percent I will pay plus……
I began renovating my apartment last year the Monday after my niece’s Bat Mitzvah. That happened to be the day I began losing money in the stock market. Coincidence?
I have seen one bedrooms on sale for much less than what I’m getting–and what I’m getting seems paltry by 06 standards. Damn I just want to close or even know that this will actually happen
Never leave a seller out of the loop. Answer her call and email. She has as much right to know what’s going on as the buyer. She needs to do things. No communication leaves too much to the imagination.
As Fernando the doorman (not the one involved in the renovation) happened to remark yesterday before I found out the buyer’s weren’t being seen for a month:
They’re getting a wonderful apartment they can just bring their toothbrushes to for a great price. My apartment’s sold. This isn’t an ad. I’m scared I might wreck it though I have never been into the destruction of property–just my soul.
I’m not a big drinker but I had a “come over or I will go insane” party last night. So half this post was written under the influence ad the other half hung over.
I’m not editing it. It goes against my principles to bash anything not political but damn….