#44: Buy a house

So, this item, in addition to working, derby, and the holidays, has kind of hijacked this project.  For starters, I still haven't unpacked the journal where I'm tracking my progress, and I have no idea where it is.  I think I'm supposed to wrap this up in two weeks?  Crazy.

My camera is also still broken, so I haven't been able to share photos on this blog like I would like to.  But here's a couple photos of our house that I took on Robert's phone.

This is our fireplace!  All decorated for Christmas, and with the fire going.  

We couldn't figure out the fireplace for quite a while, and since it was the only source of heat in our living room, we had been trying to heat the room with a space heater.  Then, on Christmas night Robert spent maybe an hour doing internet research and tinkering, and we now have an operational fire place.  We even had to turn it down because it made the room too hot.  It has been so nice turning it on at night and feeling cozy while we curl up on the couch together.

Speaking of which, here's the family, smooshed in Robert's chair next to the fire (because the second Robert and I are together, Chance has to butt his way in) on New Year's Eve.  Love these guys!

#44: Buy a House

Completed 10.24.12

!!!!!

My camera's still not fixed, but I did take some "before" photos yesterday with my mom's camera.  We're not fully moving in until next weekend since we don't have to be out of our apartment for another couple weeks.  So far, we love it!  The dog loves it and we're excited to actually do all the moving in and start updating a few things.  We've already painted our bedroom--bright blue!

#55 & #87

#55: Grow my hair out again
#87: Donate my hair again
completed 09.13.12

My goodness me, I am so happy to have finally completed these two items!

My favorite hair is short hair, though I do also love the occasional bob, or high ponytail with bangs, or messy bun.  But, I feel more comfortable with short hair, I don't like the hassle of long hair (it's always in the way!), and my boyfriend likes me best with short hair.

Growing my hair out was a bit painful, I wanted to cut it so often!

That's a picture of me soon after I started the Day Zero Project, so that's how short my hair was when I started.

My camera is broken so I couldn't take true before and after photos, so here's some recent photos before and after the hair cut.  

Before

Photo by my dear friend Mary Mack

After

Random photo with some of my teammates by Scott Lipiec

12 inches donated!!!  Hooray!!

#44: Buy a house

#44: Buy a house (in progress)

Robert and I are in the midst of purchasing a house in that lovely process called a Short Sale.  Don't be fooled by the name, it is a very, very, very....very loooooong sale.  The seller officially accepted our bid on June 25th.  Ever since then we've been waiting on the seller's bank to do an appraisal that basically says that the amount of the offer is appropriate (a BPO--Broker Price Opinion).  A little over a week ago we finally got an update that the bank's paperwork is done...it just has to be approved.  So we should hopefully be hearing something soon.  Then we have to go through the loan process with the VA, they have to do an inspection, and we may have to fix a couple things in the house.  I really have no idea how long this is all going to take.  We're locked into a contract with this house for 120 days, which is the end of October.  But there's no guarantee that we'll have closed by then, the contract just means we can't put bids in on other houses until then.  The wait is excruciating!!  I spend so much time daydreaming of this house, how we're going to paint it, decorate it, all the things we can do there.

Isn't she adorable?

I literally cannot wait.  As soon as we drove away from the house the first time we looked at it, I was already imagining our housewarming party.  This was the second house we ever looked at.  I was immediately in love with it.  The interesting tri-level layout, the counter space in the kitchen, the large living room with two (count 'em, two) sliding door walls for letting the dog out (a doorwall in the living room for letting the dog out was one of my "must haves" in a house).

Look how cozy!!

Like I said, I was planning the housewarming party.  Robert was more apprehensive, he didn't want to buy the second house we saw, he thought we should look around at what's out there a bit more.  I figured, yeah, it might have only been the second house, but if it's everything that we want, why should that matter?  Then our realtor told us it was a short sale.  And we had decided we wanted to avoid short sales, specifically because we didn't want to deal with the hassle and all. the. waiting.

So, we looked at more houses.  There was one, built in the 30s with an addition, a 5-bedroom house with a giant yard.  Robert really liked it, wanted to put in a bid.  I was more apprehensive, as there was going to be a lot of work that needed to be done (and the yellowish/rust-ish upstairs wallpaper with the little covered wagons kind of made me want to pour acid on the walls), and that's all I could think of at first.  After thinking about it for a couple days, I started to picture us living there...where we could add more counter space, how I could store my mugs on the kitchen shelves that lined the ceilings, with 5 bedrooms, I could have a separate craft room and office, rather than the two-in-one I had been planning.  Also, the yard was largely un-landscaped, so I started planning where the vegetable garden would be, and I started to picture our wedding in that yard.  I could see us living there, and I started to get excited.  But it had been a few days by that point, and as Robert was getting ready to contact our realtor to put in a bid, he discovered there had already been a bid accepted.

Second heartbreak.

We saw some more houses, some houses that hadn't been updated since the 70s (helloooo yellow glass cabinets and shag carpet), and at least one house that we were pretty sure was a murder house.  Then we saw a house we liked.  It was a decent price in a nice location, about a block from a lake, right off the freeway.  One of the bathrooms had powder blue walls and tiles (yuck), but the master bathroom was suuuuper pink.  Pink walls, pink vanity chair, pink sinks, pink bathtub and shower (yeah, it had a shower and a bathtub in the same bathroom--both pink), and a pink toilet.  That I couldn't get over it.  The bathroom was definitely going to be the first thing to be remodeled.  Our realtor was out of town, so we met with her as soon as she got back in town the next night, we wanted to jump on it, we weren't going to loose another house we liked.  So we met with her, and she told us it was also a short sale. (Seriously, what's with listings not telling us that up front?)  We realized that for our budget (Which is not much, since I have little-to-no-income) we would either get a house in a not-so-nice neighborhood that would need a lot of work, or a decent house in a nice neighborhood on a short sale.  We decided we should just bite the bullet and do the short sale.  So we started going forward with writing up the offer for the pink toilet.  And then I said, "Hang on, if we're now willing to do a short sale, do we want this house, or the first one that we really liked?"  We decided to take the night to think it over and put in the bid the next day, but we had only driven about 5 minutes from the real estate office before we were both set on going for that original house.  As a bonus, in the time since we first looked at it, the sellers had dropped the price by $15,000!

I'm going to build a bookcase to cover

 the entire wall on the right!

And we've been waiting ever since.  I've already picked out paint samples.  We went on a errand to IKEA one day and ended up picking out what entertainment center we want, and brainstormed about what kind of furniture we want in the front room, and whether or not we should get barstools for the kitchen picture window.  Oh, and I can tell you, my mother's tile services have already been requested for the kitchen (She cuts her own tile!  How cool is that?).  I don't know if you can tell, but that tile on top of the cupboards is pink, with a white design in it.  Seriously.

I'll let y'all know when things move forward.  Keep yr fingers crossed for us!

#40: get a permanent teaching job

#40: get a permanent teaching job (in progress)

I decided I wanted to be a teacher when I was in 8th grade.  In 11th grade I decided I wanted to be an accounting teacher, because I loved my accounting class so much (Math! Organization! Spread sheets! Balancing!  It made my brain happy).  Upon the realization that in order to be an accounting teacher I would have to take a lot of business classes, I decided to follow my true love and be a Social Studies/History teacher.

I ignored all the people throughout the years that warned me about how difficult the job market is for teachers because it was simply the only thing I wanted to do.   So I plugged on, making my way through three different schools.  In the last year of my college education, I started to teach lessons.  To my classmates, to 7th graders in a Catholic school in a team-teaching setting, and eventually to my 7th and 8th graders in my student teaching placement.  Each step of the way, I was more convinced that teaching is what I'm really supposed to be doing with my life, that I'm really good at it.  (Well, okay, that lesson I taught to 7th graders about White Man's Burden was a little awkward, but it was my first time teaching a lesson to real students all by myself.  The students still seemed to get a lot out of it even if I was really dry-mouthed and stumbling over my words a bit.)  I'm not sure how to talk about my teaching skills without sounding arrogant, but I'm not being arrogant, I just know that I'm a good teacher.  I've got proof from others to back it up (I was NMU's History Department's Student Teacher of the Year, but most importantly, I've got a whole stack of recommendation letters from my students).  I just know this is what I'm supposed to be doing, it's what I'm best at, this is how I can be of most benefit to my community.  Not only that, but when I teach, I have so much fun.  It makes me happy, and it feels natural.  While others complained about how stressful and difficult their student teaching experience was, all I could say was that mine was going great!  I loved putting together lessons, hearing my students' ideas about the world, even grading quizzes and projects, it made me content, gave me purpose.  For my own selfish reasons, I want to be a teacher, because it makes me happy.

I graduated college in December, 2009.  I've been looking for a teaching job ever since, and substitute teaching in the mean time.  I have applied for 102 jobs since graduating college (54 teaching jobs, the rest non-teaching, mostly office).  I have had 6 interviews, 4 for teaching jobs.  I've gotten one job, at a spice store.   I love working at Spice Merchants, but I only work 2 or 3 days a month, so it's definitely not paying my bills (except during the holiday season).  It's a little disheartening that this year I've applied for the same amount of teaching jobs as I did last year, and last year I had four interviews, and this year I've hadnone.  It's very true that the job market for teachers is rough.  It was rough when I was in college, and it's only gotten worse and worse each year.  The combination of Michigan's economy, our republican governor, and the increased disrespect of teachers in the media and overall in society is making it hard to 1) get a teaching job; 2) keep a teaching job/not have your job or district consolidated or cut out due to rising class numbers (You all know that some Detroit classrooms have 60 students now, right?  60 students, 1 teacher [and for their sake, hopefully a couple of those students have aides to help out].  And the teachers get blamed for the schools not performing); and 3) get paid a decent wage, or not have your pension taken away.

I've subbed for two and a half school years.  I have to say, I'm exhausted.  The last two years, at the end of the school year, I was so dedicated to getting another job, any job at all, so that if I didn't get a regular teaching job for the next school year, I at least wouldn't have to return to subbing.  The majority of my days subbing are not that bad, even boring (I work semi-often for these two middle school Special Ed TCs where I spend most of the day reading in their help lab, occasionally helping students with math, but mostly just reading).  But the days that are bad completely overshadow those days in my memory.  For my own sanity there are certain districts/schools/types of classes I avoid (middle school band?  no thank you!), but that also means I work less.  I make enough money subbing to cover my bills, but nothing else.  (Thanks in part to my job at Spice Merchants) I did manage to pay off the debt I had racked up from last summer of not working...at the end of May.  Just in time to get back in debt once school was out.  As someone who is in the process of buying a house (well, Robert's buying it.  I'll be paying off my portion of the house to him once I get a real job), and wanting to get married, go on a honeymoon, hell, be able to travel at all, I long for some type of steady income.  What I wouldn't give for a regular monthly income so that I could budget, actually be able to save money for the first time in about two years.  But it seems that's not in the cards for me at this time.  And it's getting exhausting.  Having to obsess about ever dollar that I spend, having to turn down parties and events and just hang out time with friends because I can't afford the gas to get there.  And what's really hard, is not being able to be generous.  This past year, I've had so many people buy me food and drinks, share their meals with me, that it's touching.  And heart wrenching at the same time because I can't repay the favor.  I'm getting depressed, and I'm utterly exhausted.

And yet, I try to remain hopeful.  The idea of going back to school and trying to enter a different field has crossed my mind during many difficult days of subbing. But I literally cannot think of anything else I would rather do.  (Other than stay home and be a writer?  But I know I don't have the chops/enough good ideas/the skill for that.)  I still believe that this is the field for me, that I need to be teaching.  While trying to find a student teaching placement, I was the very last person of all the students that I knew in the education department to get a placement.  I got turned down by teachers in two schools, and I had no idea why.  I was starting to feel really crappy about it, and get worried that I wouldn't have anywhere to do my student teaching.  And then I interviewed with Mr. P (a process most student teacher prospects didn't go through), and it was a good fit.  And the classroom I ended up in was the best place for me.  I try to remember that.  I try to tell myself that I don't have a job yet because the classroom that's going to be perfect for me just hasn't opened up yet.  It's hard, but I have to believe in that.

#54: Go on 15 dates w/ Robert

Date #12

We're having quite the summer of concerts over here.  One a month.  May was Gogol Bordello, and in July it just so happened that one of Robert's favorite bands, who have been broken up for like, over a decade (in the meantime, the singer was in one of my favorite bands, the (international) noise conspiracy), The Refused, are playing in Metro Detroit...on Robert's birthday!! (Made shopping for his birthday gift real easy.)

This month, it was Nada Surf!!



We started the date eating dinner at Red Rocks, a new restaurant in downtown Ypsilanti (the city we live in).    It's a barbecue place, similar to the infamous Slow's in Detroit.  I had baked mac'n'cheese (with some bbq sauce) and sides of sweet potato fries and cherry apple slaw.  Oh man, I was so stuffed, and I barely made a dent in my mac'n'cheese.  It got four thumbs up from us.

Later, we went to Ann Arbor for the concert.  Let me tell you a bit of my backstory with Nada Surf...  So, they were originally a "one hit wonder" in the mid-90s for their song, "Popular".  A few years later, they put out another album, and my brother heard they were coming to Detroit.  I remember him picking me up from high school one afternoon, having just gone and bought Nada Surf's first album, and driving around with the music blasting.  My brother and I used to do that a lot those days, drive around, sometimes aimlessly, listening to music together.  Soon after that we went to see them in concert.  It was a really weird show, it was at like 6pm, and they played by themselves...there was no more than 20 people at the show.  Super weird.  A few months later we saw them again, they were opening for a little emo/indie pop group called the Impossibles.  My brother and I stood up front and Matt, the singer, kept smiling at us because we were the only ones who were singing along.  The third time I saw them was years later as a 19-year-old.  I went by myself, and felt like a grown up, felt like I was happy with the person I had grown up to be.  And felt super old when I had to sit down through most of the show because my back hurt.  There's all sorts of other emotional stories related to Nada Surf and my life, but that would get super long winded, so lets just say they were woven into some of the emotional connections I had/have with my brother, friends, exes, and Robert.  They feel like an important band to me.

It had been seven years since I had seen Nada Surf in concert.  Seven. Years.  They'd put out four more albums since I last saw them.  Crazy.  So Robert and I jumped on the chance to see them when they came to Ann Arbor.  It was Robert's first time seeing them.  I completely re-fell in love with them, if that is possible.  It was one of the best concerts I have been to in a long time.  Robert was even a bit surprised by how great they were.  They really sounded better live, which is rare.

I can't wait til they come back!

#15: Try five new recipes in the crockpot

Completed 6.23.12


Red lentil, chick pea and paprika soup completed this item.
Here's the recipe I used.

The other meals I made:
+Vegetable barley soup
+Curried lentils
+Barley chili
+Vegetable curry w/ rice

YUM!