Sympathy For The Devil
Title courtesy of the Rolling Stones. I'm not the biggest fan of the Stones, but I can dig their hits, for the most part. I'd go see them live, but I sure as hell wouldn't pay what they charge for a ticket.
Anyway, so my apologies again for not posting in awhile. Life has been a little crazy now that we're buying a house, and I'm sure that it will get even crazier once we finally move in. But I'll try to be good, I promise! I gave our mortgage company an entire portfolio of documentation for our application last week, and we're just waiting to get back a commitment letter from them to give to our attorney. This has got to be the most complicated thing I've ever gotten involved in. The amount of paperwork we had to generate was beyond ridiculous. I realize that its because of the current state of economic affairs in this great nation of ours, but seriously, it was a lot of stuff. A few trees definitely sacrificed their lives for the copies I had to make of every statement for every account we have that holds any amount of money over the last two months. Add in two recent pay stubs, two years of W-2's and we're talking almost 75 pages of stuff I had to give them. The best part was, because the bank statements showed deposits made before and after our wedding of sizable amounts, I had to include a signed letter explaining the deposits as wedding gifts, along with a copy of our marriage certificate and wedding invitation. The invitation. I'm serious. But all the information is in their hands, and even though we've already been approved, we just have to wait for the commitment letter. We're hoping we'll get it by the end of the week.
In other, non-house related news, the devil I allude to in the title bar has been an addiction in my household since I signed up for it after my bachelor party, at my best friend's recommendation. I'm talking about Facebook. Don't get me wrong, its a great site, that I enjoy using a lot. It is just a massive waster of time, and for as many people as it allows you to reconnect with that you want to reconnect with, there's also those people that you reconnect with, that you really have no interest in talking to ever again, but you just can't help yourself.
Let me explain, in a few examples. There was this kid that lived across the hall from me in college that was, to put it in the most simplest terms, a bit of an asshole. He was only really nice to me when he wanted something, like to play my Nintendo 64 or something. He also happened to be in another really close, current friend of mine's fraternity in college. So through that they found each other on Facebook and then the guy sent me a friend request. Now, I know I should have just denied it and moved on, but I accepted it, mostly so he could see that all was good in my life now. Shallow? A little, I admit, but what can you do? I get a lot more shallower... trust me.
Last example. By some odd coincidence, my sister-in-law's really good friend, is cousin's with the guy that Missy dated right before me. Confused? Me too, a little. Anyway, they found out about this connection last year at my sister-in-law's bachelorette party. Once Missy got on Facebook they friended each other, and whatnot. I friended her too so that she could see pictures I posted from our wedding and honeymoon and whatnot. So fast forward to about two weeks ago when I see the friend comment on her cousin's pictures of a new TV he bought. He was hugging the box in a slightly inappropriate manner, so I told Missy about it. She then sent the guy a friend request so that he could see that she was happily married now as well. So I guess the shallowness, if we're calling it that, runs through Missy and myself. So they chat back and forth a little, and in the middle of all this, completely unrelated, she gets an e-mail from her ex-boyfriend that she dated for like 5 years, about some mail he had that was hers. She replies back and the chat a little, again, she sort of rubs it in that she's married now and happy.
Fast forward about two weeks ago when Missy and I went out for wings and beer with her parents. A few too many pints of Guinness later, and Missy and I come to the conclusion that I should friend Elena on Facebook, just to see what happens. Sure enough, I send her a little message saying what's up, hope all is well with you... blah blah blah. The usual. Deep down inside, I really just want her to see that I'm happily married, I know, shallow... anyway... so eventually she accepts and comments that she's doing good, but not as well as me as she can see that I'm married and all is good. Now here's where I feel like a bit of an asshole. In chatting back and forth with her, I find out she was in a horrible car accident a few months back and has been out of commission for awhile. I'd never wish that on anyone, of course, and it really made me feel bad, for her and for friending her just so she could see I was married. Anyway, long story short, as great as Facebook is, its also evil. Like the devil.