Lab rat

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I'm starting work this week Mon-Wed-Fri - weird though, the job was only supposed to be a very temporary thing, and now that it's getting more organized I'm getting a little freaked. I've been honest w/ them abt applying for other jobs, and it's a fun job, but - I'd soooo much rather be in a lab!

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Nevermind!

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The house was adorable, hubby didn't care much for it but I liked it a lot -

until I entered the bedroom upstairs. Er, bedrooms actually.

They looked lovely, but O.M.G the floors were so creaky!!! They would've driven me absolutely bonkers!

So we walk into the kids' rooms, and I comment on the floor creaking - and when we walk into the master bedroom it was ten times worse...so I said straight out to hubby that "nope - I don't want this house!" And when he asked why, I told him - and the other prospective buyers sniggered at me.

But mark my words; whoever buys that house is going to be annoyed!

It is almost a hundred years old after all, and there's often not a whole lot you can do about creaky floors in old houses.

So - on with the hunt. Wish us luck!

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Depressed already

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Naw, just kidding. Sorta.

I found the most beautiful house online today. It's in the perfect area, not too big or too small; it's actually an old house but beautifully taken care of. LOTS of closet/storage space, a cute yard, perfect for the young'uns...and the reason I'm blue is because I know hubby won't buy it for me. He says he's not quite "there" yet.

I. Want. A. House.

It's not just the house thing, I also want to get a little bit further away from the city. Where we live now is right at the height above sea level where ALL the pollution sits, all winter long. My parents live on one of the many mountainsides surrounding Bergen, and from there you can see that our house is in the middle of a greyish/yellowish layer of deadly smog. If it was just me I wouldn't worry so much, but I don't like the young'uns being exposed to all that crud.

Plus look how cozy:

I'm definitely going to force hubby to go to the showing. Hopefully he'll fall in love with it too...you never know. Maybe I'll cross the fingers of one hand for the job, and the other hand for the house.

But really, nobody is THAT lucky, are they??

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Crossing all things jointed

NEWS FLASH!

I have applied for a job at the hospital. Sounds very interesting, it's in the Pulmonary/Respiration Laboratory, and I really hope I get it - this job would be PERFECT for me.

And of course would still allow me to be a part-time belligerent housewife. --I mean, reluctant.

So any of you reading this, if you have a spare sec, could you send me some crossed-finger-vibes through cyberspace? Much obliged!

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The Rustbucket's Fate

Our old car, a '95 Opel Corsa teenytiny rustbucket thingy, had its biannual EU-checkup today. I was very excited to hear how she'd do, since being 16 in car years is like being 86 in people years - and we live in a very damp/raw area of Bergen, where cars rust so quickly it takes 5 (people) years off their lives. It's like being a human and living under a high voltage power mast, or in an area that has been used for illegal toxic waste dumping. They do say that rust = car cancer.

But apparently things weren't so bad - there are some repairs that need to be done, but it's not as awfully expensive as I feared, and I think we'll spring for it. Two more years with our little rustbucket, yay!!! I do like the little car after all. Plus I stuck a Darwin Fish on it, which I love, and hubby won't let me stick one on the new car. Party pooper.

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My new favorite doodad

Check this out:

My new favorite toy :) Yummy coffee, perfect milk, SO easy to keep clean compared to my Krups-espresso-monster; just awesome. I am drinking a decaf now even (sacrilege!), and it doesn't taste half bad!!! Amazing. LOVE this thing.

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House-less

Oh and btw, I'm starting a campaign to try to get hubby interested in buying a house for us. We live in a great flat at the moment, love it here...but we really do need more space, sad to say. I don't consider it too freaky, my desire to live in a house, but hubby seems to think I suffer from delusions of grandeur, like a house is too FANCY for us regular folk or something. But really, if we spent three years slugging it out in Korea and we're NOT buying a house, then I will be very put out, to put it mildly. In my head, all the cr@p we went through there was almost bearable because I kept my focus on the fact that when we got back home, we would have saved up enough money to buy a decent house. Am I nuts? I don't think so!!!

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