is boxing.  In addition to my regular classes this week (Monday and Wednesday), I’ve got my one-on-one training session tonight.  Between that and a session with my trainer yesterday, I’m already pretty damn sore — should be interesting.  Also this week was the Gothamist holiday party, and dinner last night with Joe at Kasadela (he’s obsessed with Japanese food at the moment).  And, oh yes, now that I’ve gotten a signed contract for my apartment, all I can do is wait to find out about mortgage approval and my closing date.  Fingers crossed!

Let me just start out by saying that buying an apartment in a tight time frame is not something I would recommend if you can avoid it.  This week has been a bit over the top — in between working, Gothamist, boxing, and everything else I do, I’ve had to find and hire a lawyer, apply for a mortgage, juggle around some financial stuff and make sure everything is done on schedule to close by year’s end — not a lot of wiggle room involved.  I have managed to have some fun as well — Friday night a bunch of us went to Friday Night Fights, a night of amateur boxing and muy thai — it was the first time I had ever seen a real live fight before and, I have to say, I enjoyed it more than I expected!  I ran into both of my boxing instructors as well as some friends from college, and all it all, it was a good time.  Saturday, Lauren and I had brunch at Silent H and had some outrageously tasty banh mi sandwiches and then Neil and Tara were kind enough to drive me and my bike back to Manhattan — Lauren had been babysitting it since we got rained out on our last bike ride waaay back in September (thanks!!!).  Today I had Carlos, Karen, and David over for a relaxing brunch, and tonight is a wine club society reunion — looking forward to it!  After that, back on the crazy train for the week . . .

Sorry for the silence around here — it’s been a helluva week.  Update to come.

That would be me.  Looks like I will be a homeowner before 2008 — I’ll be buying my apartment!  Brooklyn will have to wait until I have a family — for now, I get to stay in my beloved Greenwich Village.  Now, who wants to help me paint?  And Apartment Therapy is back on!

I’m sure you’ve wanted to say this at least once during your lifetime — lord knows I have.

Went to six more open houses/apartment viewings yesterday.  At least this time I saw two apartments that I would at least consider living in, although each had a flaw or two.  One was a very nice, gut renovated apartment with a private deck, but it was on the ground floor, which doesn’t sit very well with me from a security standpoint.  The other was in great shape, but had zero character — if I’m going to move to Brooklyn, I think I’d be looking for a little of that brownstone feel.  I also saw another apartment in my neighborhood which was almost laughable at how small it is.  I think that if I stay in the ‘hood, my current place is the way to go.

Well, as it looks like there may not be another Jackass of the Year contest this year (remember, this may be bad for you, but it’s actually good for me), I’m asking your opinion on the apartment situation.  Of course, I’m digging deep to figure out what the answer is for me as well, but I’m curious as to what my readers think.

For whatever reason I’m having another one of those periods when I have waaay too much going on.  Thankfully, some free time opened up tonight.  Combine that with a free yoga class at work and I am hoping that I’ll end up with a very relaxing evening, which is exactly what I need.

I’m looking at two apartments in the ‘hood at lunchtime today; major open-housing is in the works for Sunday.  As of now, I have plans to head up to Arthur Avenue on Saturday morning, so there will be plenty of Italian deliciousness in the forecast as well . . .

From today’s New York Post:  Learning Curves — The Wider Gals’ Hips, The Higher Their IQ: Report.  Did I mention I went to one of the nation’s top law schools and am admitted to the bar in two states?