Second day

My first day was good with the house with the red trim. I knew that I could afford more so I decided to up my price to 130K. That opened up the houses to new stuff. I created a list and sent it to my realitor. Lets hope they are better!

Condo?

I did think about buying a condo. They are so nice. Everything is so new and lovely. I could have a coffee shop in my building! Oh yeah, that is class.

I did talk to some condo sellers and I just couldn't justify the ass'n fee. Why would I give people my hard-earned money to do basic things. I totally would be the crazy condo person that everyone hated because I would make so many changes. Yeah, my mailbox is green and there is nothing they can do about it! Oh, they can?

Keeping with the theme of my 24th b-day party, I put the 'ass' in 'class. I am not good for condos.

No more add-ons!

After the blue house, I figured I could not buy a house with an add-on. It was never good. After seeing a du-plex that was built in the 1970's my Realtor realized that I needed something different.

The next house was the one that I had in mind (there was another with a great bathroom, but it was sold. That is ok, because the previous owner was a drug dealer...could you see me answering the door with a drug dealer. Mind you, I am the one at a high school party someone asked me for some coke. I told him I had Dr. Pepper cause that is what I was mixing my drink with).

After the longest (), my fav house was next.


I really wanted this house. It was really nice!






So this probably was the perfect house for me. The main thing was the way it was heated:



That is the second level. In the basement there is this weird thing that looks like it could hold a ghost. At first the heat comes up the first floor, then is expected to find it's way thought that small little grate. I am not that smart, nor do I think heat is either.

To buy this amazing house I would have to spend another 10K on putting ducks in so it could be normally heated. Not to mention the cost to get the deadly, deadly anti-fire thing they did. That would be another 10k.

I loved the neighborhood and the house. But I did not like the garage. I hated the garage because it made me feel bad that I never had a doll house. That was all that could fit there.



I hate to say, but I would like a back yard.

Walk-in, walk out:

I thought the color was the thing that was holding people from buying this:



I have always wanted a house that looked like Super Man's doll house. I really have! But again the second level was on five different levels. Every room was like it was in a different house. I wanted to buy it because I knew I could find the door to the next dimension. Oh, maybe a Tardis was some where in the house. Dr. Who here I come!

Alas, both my dad and realitor said we needed to leave.

...I wonder if there is a bright red house...spider man house here I come!

First home

I knew the first home was not going to be good. I actually planned it that way. I have a history of going for the first thing I see. Every other apt I have looked at I have signed a lease on the first one.

I did not want that to happen again so I was very happy to learn that the first house was not what I wanted. Mission complete:


On the outside it looks OK. But a picture can tell a thousand lies. The picture was taken before the place was boarded up. I have a creative mind and can see behind the cat smell.

Walking in, the stairs were crumbled. Then most of the windows were boarded up, which I understand to avoid squatters. I could see past that and the stained carpet, because, who really would ever put cream carpet in any house!

The thing about this house was the bathroom. I love bathrooms. I love my BTFA: Bath time for Annie. I love to be able to have a hamper in the bathroom and both my robes. I have sooooo much bath product that I need the extra space.

Past the kitchen was stairs. It was not on the floor plan, but a pleasant surprise. The upstairs was so wide and spacious. I could really see myself having my bedroom on the lower level and my studio and office upstairs. Oh, I thought I was in heaven, until it came to my attention that the floor was so un-even that I could jump and land in the basement....

NEXT

Ize got me a real-a-tor

A few months back I asked a Realtor to send me homes for Dustin. Being the controlling girlfriend that I am, I wanted to send him things I like. Yes, I am sure Dustin can do things for himself, but I can do it better.

When I decided to buy a house I asked him if he would show me around. I base my opinions on people on honesty. The thing that threw me off was his Mercedes. If you are going to spend a lot of money on a car, why not buy a hi-bred? That is why I shop at the Goodwill. I can get really high-quality stuff for a great price and spend the extra money on better things....like booze.

That being said, he was a really awesome guy. He never tried to put me in homes I can't afford. He always emailed me back right away. He worked on my time. Mad awesome.

At the first house he was also honest. Before going out I told him that if there were structural issues I didn't want to mess with the place. Right away he told me the house may have structural issues.

My first day

My dad picked me up at 9:00 today to go see homes in North East. I decided to take him with to be the 'man' and check out the things I would miss. As a 25 year-old women, I realize that I need someone to assist me with details. However, he just decided to use the street as his tissue by doing the side snot (you know where you cover one nostrial and blow so the nasty goes out the other end and attacks the street. I hate that. Tissue is not that expensive or steal some toliet paper from a public bathroom if needed.) But he paid for lunch and I am never unhappy about free food!

This is my father. The crazy apple does not fall far from the crazy tree



***I know people call it Nordeast, but I am not one of those. I did not grow up there and do not feel I can call it by his nickname. Complaints can be sent right up your ass if you have a problem with it.