There’s been a lot said about the amount of foreclosures in Prince William county (I think I’ve said a few things myself). Most recently, there was an article in the Post that touched on Woodbridge, Dale City and Manassas.
As the surge in foreclosures continues and banks repossess more and more houses, property values are declining — but not everywhere, and not by equal measure, Thompson and other real estate agents said. No part of the region is untouched, but most foreclosures are clustered in certain neighborhoods and several troubled Zip codes. Rather than a sea of slumping housing, Northern Virginia has an island chain of hot spots.
The article does not offer any new insights. The comments, however, are another thing. My personal favorite was this gem:
How could someone in all honesty buy in an area 90 minutes outside the city and NOT expect it was a slum? Really. Who is going to want to drive in at 5am every morning? Desperate people with no options. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel bad for the exurbs- they should still be farms.
3/22/2008 9:51:56 PM
I’d like to give that person a big old one-finger salute. What a complete ASS. I must have missed that memo. Because there are no slums INSIDE actual cities. And 12 people have recommended the comment. WTF?!
I actually do have a point here… The people on one side of us may or may not have been illegal. I don’t know. It was none of my business. I do know they overpaid for their house and they just up and left one day (as I’ve mentioned before). When they were living next door, they kept up the property quite nicely. Then, foreclosure. The house is still empty. But maybe not for too long.
On the other side, the hillbillies were annoying as hell. Their house was bordering on looking like crap. I do not know the immigration status of the people who live there now. Nor do I really care. They keep the outside clean, are quiet (aka not running all over my lawn like little Bobby Hillbilly) and generally seem like decent people.
Of course now we have more people up the street who, dare I say it, are bordering on white trash. Dude is always working on his damn Monte Carlo or totally awesome bright blue Isuzu with awesome gold rims. His buddies are always stopping by in the middle of the road on the opposite side of the street to have some loud yelling conversation. Plus they run the cars up and down the road and around the block and have marked the shit out of the street. I don’t expect the spring and summer to bring any improvements there. Oh, did I mention they live obscenely close to the playground? You’d better bet that I’ll be all over the police complaint line when things do not improve.
So what’s my point here? (Besides, you know, getting all of this out of me and feeling a little better after venting some.) My point is, not all white people are fantastic neighbors. And not all non-whities are evil.
Now, let’s lighten things up a little.
One of the new male hires at our company must be a bit of a germophobe because recently I’ve noticed there have been paper towels on the floor in front of the door to the men’s room.
This morning there was one laying on the floor, and I just got back and now there are at least three.
I understand if want to use the paper towel to open the door, it’s what you’re taught to do, but don’t just throw it on the ground so someone else has to pick it up. Couldn’t they just as easily throw it away at their desk or one of the thousand other trash cans on this floor?
So the hosting move didn’t work out as planned. I’ve changed everything back to the old server now. The only thing that could be a problem is our email. If your local DNS hasn’t updated their cache, then you could get some bouncebacks until it’s resolved. It should be fine in a day or so. Sorry about this. At some point we may be switching again, but that was such a horrendous experience, I’m willing to deal with some email problems for a while.
We were having some severe email problems with our old host, who decided they just weren’t going to try to fix them, so we’ve moved our hosting. It’s in the middle of propagation right now, so you may or may not be seeing this. There may also be some problems along the way. I’ll fix them as soon as I can.
Wonderful, isn’t it?
Bridget and I went Christmas shopping the other day. It was so annoying. Generally, I like shopping; however, shopping during the holiday season drives me insane. Take the toy store for example. There was a little train that was running around in a circle on a track and was playing "Jingle Bells" over and over and over. Plus there was another train making noise running around on the floor. And Christmas music playing in the store. I could not wait to get out of there. Fortunately, we went right when the mall opened and since it’s a weekday, it wasn’t too crowded. Most of the other stroller-pushing mothers were there waiting to get their kids photos with Santa.
Tell me, how is it that it’s 9:30pm and our mailman hasn’t come yet?
Sadly, this is not a rare occurrence. And who are we supposed to complain to? Should I march myself down to the post office and wait in line to talk to someone and have them laugh in my face?
Calming comfort my ass: Bridget hates her bath. The only time she hasn’t screamed her head off was the time photographed, at the cottage. Now, it’s like she knows it’s coming and she starts to stick out her bottom lip and whimper when we start the water. By the time we’re getting her undressed, she’s crying. And it’s not the I’m kind of upset variety, she’s really mad and a little scared. We’ve become pretty efficient.
The good news is, I’m writing this on our shiny new iMac.
So today was my estimated due date, but still no baby. Don’t want anyone getting excited because I haven’t posted in a few days. I had a feeling that I’d go late, but I was sort of hoping that it wouldn’t happen. There’s technically still time, I suppose.
[Update 22 May:
Didn’t seem to warrant a new post; still no real news here. Brendan will post photos when there is.]
Four days (well closer to three at this point) left until my due date. No baby yet. I don’t think she’s going to make an appearance today. Waiting is starting to drive me crazy. I’m working from the home office this week — so I don’t have to depend on the Metro to get me anywhere in a hurry — and it gives me more time to think. Almost too much time. Hopefully it won’t last too much longer or I’ll go a little stir crazy.
The nursery is just about finished. Good thing, too. I only have one month — four weeks from Saturday — left. We still need a mattress and a chair and I still need to do laundry, but mostly, things are completed.
Brendan is getting impatient. He wants to "get this show on the road". I’m not too sure about it myself. Yeah, I’m tired of carrying around and extra 30 pounds, but I’m not quite ready yet.
I don’t think it will be long, though… Today I had to switch from riding the bus to taking the metro into work. Only because the walk from the metro station is shorter than the walk from the bus stop. Yesterday it took me almost a full half an hour to walk from the bus to the office. It’s seven blocks. I want to go faster, but my body doesn’t like it so much.
I am thankful that I only have three weeks left in the office, too. Metro is borderline miserable at times. I forgot that. On the bus, I don’t have to deal with tourists, and it’s much more civilized. Everyone gets in a line when they arrive at the stop and when the bus comes, we get on in that order. Sometimes people even let me get on first, because I’m pregnant and that’s the nice thing to do. That never happens when the metro pulls into the station. I can’t move fast enough to be super-aggressive and today it took a few looks at people before someone would get up and give me a seat. Honestly. I’m not just a little pregnant where people might be afraid to offend me. I can barely see my feet. I only have to put up with it for three more weeks. That’s what I kept telling myself this afternoon. It actually doesn’t scare the bejeezus out of me either that we’re a month away from having a kid. I honestly don’t know if that’s good or bad.