So there were about 40 people who had said they were coming to the class 15-year reunion. Of them, only 9 sent in the money that was needed to rent the KofC hall, the DJ, and the "carter". I'm sure Christie meant caterer.

But so I posted on my Facebook that we were having a cookout on Friday, everyone come on down- that means you! So Christie responds by saying, "this should be our reunion lol". Then responds again saying "Make it Saturday?????"

And at first, I was like no way. Eff that. I started responding to her, saying that we live out in the boonies, and that people's GPSes get them lost, trying to come visit us. It's true- it has happened! And then my mind changed. My house full of people *I* know? I mean, if Dan's friends can make it, too, then sure, cool. But (now I learn that it's) 50 people, that I knew from grade school, in my freaking house?!?! In my yard?!?! Homg. How cool would that be. I gotta talk to Dan about this! He has the night off anyway! We can make it a BYOB, and bring your own whatever.. We'd supply the burgers and dogs and buns and basic things, and people can bring their own salads and desserts and things.. This would be so AWESOME! And Brytne can come, because it would be free!

And then I start thinking.. I was "the poor kid" in high school. Or one of them, anyways. I had some friends, but I'm sure the majority of the kids looked down on me and my family. And now.. I really don't look like the poor kid anymore. I'm not flouncing around in Chanel and Louis Vuitton and Burberry (), of course, but I'm like Virginia Slims. I've come a long way, Baby. It would be kinda boastful to bring them all here and be like, "Yes, this is *my* lovely house..."

Bah! Bah, I say! We still have that whole monstrosity on the side of the yard where the Geothermal trench was dug, and filled back in, where it's just bare dirt right now, where I went out to get Jack a couple weeks ago, and wound up ankle-deep in the mud in my nice good new sandals. If we get any rain at all, that section of the yard is going to be all gooey and we'd have to cordon it off. And that would suck.

But Oh! How effing cool would it have been? To have all these people at my house!?!?!?

We just got a letter in the mail from Fannie Mae. Seems that they have been given our mortgage. Oh, we'll still send our payments to GMAC, but since GMAC is backed by Fannie Mae (not to mention how GM itself is owned mostly by the government now), and Fannie Mae is an automaton of the Federal Government...

Yeah. Until we get out from under this mortgage, our house and land is owned by the government. And that sucks.

Well, that's what Dan's cooking. :) Hopefully they'll be tasty.

So we got the paperwork in from Ditech for the Big Refinance the other day. We found our credit scores in there, and Holy Crap! We have some crazy stellar credit. Which is really good. Probably helped them overlook me not having a job right now.

I've been asked several times recently how I'm liking my "time off". :P I know Memere and.. whoever else it was that asked were only making small talk, but jeez. I feel like a shmoe already, thanks alot. And with this refinance, I'm starting to get nervous. The mortgage is going up. I mean, no more oil, and our electricity bill is going to be halved, just about. But still.

And we've had this high level of static in the house for a long time. Too long. Last night we were thinking about it, and how the solar guy said that our electricity use seemed a bit high. And we looked to the microwave. We installed it ourselves, it's an over-the-range one, and we had to do some finagling when it came with a plug, and we had nothing to plug it into. So we cut the plug off and hard-wired it in where the old range hood used to be.

But it's done some weird things. Like, if you have one-person-serving size bags of popcorn, and you run one bag using the Popcorn button, and then you throw a second bag int here and hit the popcorn button again, the whole thing turns off. Like it shorts itself out or something. So we just don't do that. It's fine for everything else, hell, we've nuked dishes of vegetables for long periods of time and then turned around and done another dish for another long time, and it was fine. Just not for the popcorn button on self-sized bags.

So anyways, we were thinking last night, what if it's wired badly in a way that spills electricity over into the house, creating the extra static everywhere? Plus making the bill higher than it should be? And Dan happens to work with a guy who's an electrician, so he's going to talk to him when he comes back from his days off, see if he'll come take a look. So that will be good.