Favorite sign of the week: On Wisconsin Hwy. 35 between Osceola and Somerset lies the town of East Farmington (unincorporated). It's big enough to pretend to slow traffic to 40 mph, and has a church or two, a bar, and a BP station. Last week the sign outside the BP sported the following: I had amnesia once. Maybe twice.
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Gay President? The right wing noise machine is all aflutter about Obama's comments supporting gay marriage, aka marriage equality. So, aflutter, in fact, that one might suspect something of them if one were prone to stereotyping. Some of them are even announcing that Obama must be gay himself: our first Gay President.
Yeah, right. He's our first gay president like Clinton was our first black president.
Try harder, wingnuts.
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Timing is everything. I apparently have some.
On the way home tonight I was listening to NPR's "Marketplace". The topic was the housing market, the idea posited being that bottom had been reached. They gave Phoenix as an illustration. New home sales are booming. Resales are heating up, with many houses selling with multiple offers and over the asking price.
On the downside, many buyers are not qualifying for home loans, and a significant percentage now are paying cash. Now that sounds familiar. And over all, comforting. It seems I bought in at just the right time and, cash being the only way possible, I'm no longer second-guessing my choice, which can be leaving me a bit cash-strapped for a couple years or so.
Now if the market picks up here in about 6-7 years, it'll be perfect. Right now, however, the house across the street has been foreclosed on and is going for $68,300. I'm hanging tight.