Friday, June 29, 2007
House stuff must be getting to me - I'm reduced to firing off emails about bloody fake tan FFS.
Having recently been pointed in the direction of your "get beach beautiful" campaign, I find some of the messages grossly offensive. In particular, under Step 2 - Glow, I think the statement "Let's face it, pale is not interesting in the summer" is frankly moronic.
Obviously, no one should covet a smidgen of originality, and should instead endeavour to look orange, streaky, or a smashing combination of both.
I don't believe I have ever seen anyone look good with a fake tan, they can't replicate the depth and tone of colour created by a real tan - and of course, we all know how sexy skin cancer is.
Some people are naturally pale, myself included. I spent my teenage years trying to cultivate a tan, and personally believe that my beetroot look phase was *hot*.
By the grand old age of 23 I've decided to embrace my pale legs et al - fake tan just makes me look like I need a bloody good wash. But oh no, accepting myself for who I am obviously makes me a boring and sad individual.* I'd be much better off being a hip and happening orange clone instead!
I have learnt the error of my ways - what I needed was a website to show me where I've been going wrong all these years! Damn me and my self acceptance - stupid, stupid girl! Thank you Boots!
In the past, pale skin was considered the height of attractiveness, because it indicated that the person was rich enough not to spend their days outside working under the burning sun. Now, the work takes place inside, and the rich have oodles of time to lay outside turning crispy, or getting their minions to apply a non-crap fake tan. So when people slather on fake tan is it basically a cry of "I'm lazy; love me!"?
*n.b. - it is the being pale bit that makes me sad and boring - writing emails to faceless corporations has no impact on my credibility whatsoever. It's all about my skin tone.
Having recently been pointed in the direction of your "get beach beautiful" campaign, I find some of the messages grossly offensive. In particular, under Step 2 - Glow, I think the statement "Let's face it, pale is not interesting in the summer" is frankly moronic.
Obviously, no one should covet a smidgen of originality, and should instead endeavour to look orange, streaky, or a smashing combination of both.
I don't believe I have ever seen anyone look good with a fake tan, they can't replicate the depth and tone of colour created by a real tan - and of course, we all know how sexy skin cancer is.
Some people are naturally pale, myself included. I spent my teenage years trying to cultivate a tan, and personally believe that my beetroot look phase was *hot*.
By the grand old age of 23 I've decided to embrace my pale legs et al - fake tan just makes me look like I need a bloody good wash. But oh no, accepting myself for who I am obviously makes me a boring and sad individual.* I'd be much better off being a hip and happening orange clone instead!
I have learnt the error of my ways - what I needed was a website to show me where I've been going wrong all these years! Damn me and my self acceptance - stupid, stupid girl! Thank you Boots!
In the past, pale skin was considered the height of attractiveness, because it indicated that the person was rich enough not to spend their days outside working under the burning sun. Now, the work takes place inside, and the rich have oodles of time to lay outside turning crispy, or getting their minions to apply a non-crap fake tan. So when people slather on fake tan is it basically a cry of "I'm lazy; love me!"?
*n.b. - it is the being pale bit that makes me sad and boring - writing emails to faceless corporations has no impact on my credibility whatsoever. It's all about my skin tone.
Enough already
So, avid readers, you may know that today was the day when contracts were supposed to be exchanged and stuff. I don't know if that means I would have also ended up with the secure weight of a bunch of keys in my hand, but I think you can tell it's fairly safe to assume by the fact that I have time to post here and aren't supping champagne in my new pad, that it didn't go ahead.
Am still waiting for a mortgage approval, as my paperwork was lost during processing, then found again, then I needed to provide my latest payslip. Cue frantic rummaging in the important black folder that has all paperwork relating to the house in it and going through payslips dating from August 2005. Could not find latest payslip, felt panicky. Himself was sure we were going to lose the house.
Got ready for bed, spent some quality time on the throne reading a book, went through the envelope one more time - and found the bloody payslip. Himself was supposed to be faxing it over, so I drove to his in my jammys to drop it off.
Mortgage advisor is more elusive than Lord Lucan - phone one office to be told she's working at another, phone that one to be told they've never heard of her, then get told she's somewhere else. Guess what; she wasn't.
Latest update today was "Underwriters haven't had a chance to look at it today, as it's the end of the month and lots of people are completing today."
Yeah, and I was supposed to be one of them sweetheart.
Houses are both full of new house stuff, and am frustrated with being asked how things are going with the house. Trust me, when it's all good - you will not have to ask me. I will either be unable to restrain myself from telling you, or will be collapsed from sheer relief and nervous exhaustion in a corner, a bunch of keys unable to be pried from my paw.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Jobbies, jobbies, jobbies...
Don't know why.. just felt like saying it really.
Yesterday I received a letter in the post from the solicitors which told me some conditions of owning the property, such as...
- Not using the property as a slaughterhouse
- Not using the house to engage in a profession which produces excess smoke
Which knocks my plan of what to do with my troublesome class next year on the head.
Also been notified about the ground rent, which may cause us some problems financially, at a whopping 80p per year.
Should hear for certain about the mortgage tomorrow. Debt ahoy!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Oh my God I can't believe it
So here's the thing. After a football match a couple of months ago, we joked about how cool it would be to have the same address as Ewood Park. This led to looking for houses on Bolton Road, and finding one that backed onto the Rovers shop, and deciding to go and view it! The house was lacking in many things, like a bathroom floor/dining room ceiling, but then the possibility of moving house began to actually look doable. So we started looking.
And are currently in the process of buying a house on Bolton Road. But not just for the address and proximity to the football, really!
So over the next few weeks, I think here is as good a place as any to record my first forays into enormous amounts of debt and hanging wallpaper.
Eeeek.
Currently, the exchange date is set as a week on Friday. Which given the amount of fannying about by estate agents, mortgage underwriters and solicitors that has gone on, costing lots of time, I will be very suprised if it happens.
Oh yes, and I'm currently in the middle of writing reports for my first class. Because I don't like it when life is easy.
