Major bummer-itude-ing-nation-less-ly.

Hello Stephen,

I am severely bumming today.  The subject line is something I used to say with other English majors while in college, we loved to stack on as many suffixes to a word like that, as we possibly could. We were so "avant garde." (Keep in mind, this was long before the days of Sarah Palin, where she just made up her own word ("refudiated") and somehow gets applauded for it by people who obviously ignored her total ignorance and stupidity, and actually gave it a listing in Webster's Dictionary).   We thought we were "cool" for making that suffix thing up, and we also said things like, "Winnebago," instead of "See you later," (same number of syllables, and a Winnebago was an RV back in the 50's or something, so it kind of fit the word pretty well).  Ah yes, we were such rowdy English major badasses back then.  I mean I was really a Shakespearean wild child don'tchaknow.  But I digress.

The reason I am bummer-ing-itude-ing-ly today is because we learned that somebody ELSE has made an offer on the house that WE want to buy.  They low-balled it, so there is a counter-offer on the property right now, and I am crushed.  I LOVE THAT HOUSE.  I have even DECORATED every ROOM in that damned house.  I just KNEW that if we didn't somehow jump on it, somebody else would beat us to it, and frankly it pisses me off.  I've never owned a house in my entire life, and THIS is the one I really wanted.  Pete knows how upset I am about this, so he is now scrambling--much to my protest---to try and pull a rabbit out of his figurative hat to make it happen.

It's a huge risk, and probably not one worth taking.  I even told him that, but he knows how much I love it, and he does too, so he's apparently going to throw all caution to the wind, and sell off every share of stock he owns in Apple, and borrow the rest in cash from his mother (without asking permission), so that we can just walk in, plunk down the cash and get the house NOW, (and be HOUSE POOR for months, I somberly pointed out), and THEN worry about getting financing later on to pay his mom back.  BUT, she's 89 years old.  She could have a stroke at any moment, she could CROAK at any moment, or who knows, she could have other health issues and be hospitalized, y'know? It's very risky and it makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about draining all of our savings like that.  I don't like the thought of being blamed or accused of being the CAUSE of doing all that, just because I fell in love with this house.

But now I am just devastated, and I haven't been feeling well either...again, my blood sugar went down to 51 today, so I'm having a royally shitty day.

I am sorry to say it, because I know everybody and their butt-fucking brother comes to you all needy and whiney and shit all the time (which would drive ME bonkers), but I really feel that I need a big long hug from you.  I guess I'll go and listen to your voice awhile. That should help me feel better.  It always has.

Hey, what's this I hear, about Randy Jackson telling you "if you get the band back together, I'll join again too?" Is that another damned rumor?  What a tool.  Translation: "Rescue me from this hell of being on this career killing American Idol show."  Nope, don't do it, Stevie baby---I personally think you should toss Randy Jackson back to the fishes, and instead, call up Lincoln Brewster, Paul, the other blonde-haired guy, (brain fart, can't remember his name), and Moyes Lucas---and get THEM all back together.  I loved Moyes!!  He's very cool.  Get the FTLOSM guys back together, and tell Randy Jackson not to quit his day job.  Seriously.  He's just lookin' at you to ride on those red tuxedo coat tails again.  There are 2 types of people in this world, proactive DO-er's, and blood sucking coat tail riders. Guess which one YOU are??  Get your sexy ass out there, and be proactive, but get the BETTER dudes together, don't let somebody like Randy Jackson drag you down into "has-been land."  It ain't worth it.

Well, that's just my 2 cents, for what it's worth.  He really didn't add much to the "ambiance" of Journey back in the 80's at all, ya know?  Nobody I know, (as a die-hard fan), actually liked him one bit.  Almost everybody I know missed and loved Ross Valory so much more.  Now, Randy might be a great bass guitar player, but so is my friend Charles Johnson.  And Charles is MUCH easier on the eyes. (He'd work for ya much cheaper too, I'll betcha)!  Cha-CHING...think about it.

Okay, I'm off to go lay down. Have a nice Sunday evening and enjoy your week.  Mine is shot to hell now that we are officially homeless and whatever other house we find will just suck compared to that one we loved.  I told Pete, "Forget it, we'll just rent forever, and spend that money on travel, and to hell with it.  This is making me sick to my stomach, a nervous wreck, and now I'm devastated."  Ain't life grand.

Bye for now.

Love, Rebecca