The littlest foreman in the world

I decided to take another look at the white house with my mom and Mike. My plan was really to have Mike take a look at the place. He is all sorts of handy. I just had to go through my mom to get Mike out there. I knew that my mom would never go for any house that I want to buy.

Mike took a look around and came up with this list:
- needs new front and back stairs
-garage needs a new roof
-the bathroom needs to be completely re-done
-the carpet is bad
-the electrical work in the basement is bad
-the retaining wall needs to be replaced
-the kitchen can not be expanded
-the basement has some water damage
-one basement window needs to be replaced
-the side door needs to be replaced
-the paneling may not be able to be replaced

So that is a short list! Right? The key about everything is that all of it can be fixed and none of it has to be done right away! I can work on the yard during the summer and replace all the inside things. The electrical need is actually a good thing because my dad is an electrician!

What do you see

Who ever designed this room said, 'man, I would like my bed room to look live a swimming pool.' There is superman blue carpet and light blue walls. It is seriously wrong!

Well that is what the main bedroom looks like. It is going to take a lot of paint to bring it to my 'fox red' and 'cream' night-time goodness has to offer. Not to mention it is too small for my vintage sewing machine, chair and all things that make the Annie pad the love nest that it is. *It is really not a love pad in anyway, I just think it is fun to play 'pretend'.

I'm in love

I'm in love. A love that I never felt before. A love that I know will last a couple years. A love so strong that it can only be felt towards an inanimate object. I am in love with a house.

Not to worry, Dustin. I know we said that we would divorce just because it was $300. But I would take your record collection. I know you would not allow that.


It is a three bedroom, one bath dream house for Annie. It is in a neighborhood that I do not believe I should be in. My poor white trash-ass should be in a run-down neighborhood where people spend most their time on the 'stoop'. * I do love my stoop sitting nights.* But if I can sit in the back yard, that is better!

The best thing about the house is it has an upstairs. I real upstairs! one that has stairs a normal person can walk up. Yeppi! The upstairs will be my 'fun room'. I can contain my mess into one level and have the rest clean!

The next two

There were two houses that I think Jen and Carly can best explain..

Panda love

I think every blog has to have Panda Love.

Panda Love is the creepy toy I have at my desk that is motion activated. Putting it under my co-workers desk on April Fools was golden. "Did anyone hear that?"..."There it is again!" Ha ha, got ya!

"I don't have to be perfect"

The last house that me and my Realtor went to was a home described as a "3+ bedroom on rare NE cul-de-sac". I know that a cul-de-sac in the cities just a dead-end, or as I call it, a "ghetto culdasak".
My first impression of the house was that it was a 'nice old house'. It had hardwood floors, big windows and a lot of character.

I was walking around until I heard my Realtor laugh. I went in the room he was in and there was a chalkboard with some inspiring words..."I don't have to be perfect". Sad but funny.

The house was nice but it was like the design was submitted via Lincoln logs. It seriously looked like rooms were made due to how many pieces were left. I can picture the 10 year-old kid saying "oh, here is another room, and right here. Mom! Do we have another box? Yes, ok. Here is another room."
It was like that re-accruing dream I have that I live in a house that has numerous unknown rooms. *seriously, that is a dream I often have.

*Every time I reference Lincoln Logs, I think of Michael and our camping trip. We went to Jay Cook and on the way up we passed a field of wood. We were on walki-talkies and he tapped in - "best Lincoln Log project ever!" We drank Hamms beer, talked about the gay burrito, pee'd on ourselves (only Michael), and fell into the fire by slipping on a package of Cheddar-worst there by burning the hand and changing the marriage line (that was me).

Lets see what is out there

The first house that we looked at was a no-go. It was right on University and I thought I was drunk while in the house. There had to have been a foot difference in the floor thoughout the house. I seriously had the urge to drop a marble and see where it ended up.

NEXT!!

Walking up to the house, we knew that there were issues. The deck on the front was just about the fall apart. It reminded me of my uncles love of decks, without the love of up-keep.

The place was small...really small... However, the details said the house was much larger. There was one room that we questioned if it was really a bedroom because it was the same size of my closet. Then we realized there was probably an upstairs. After hunting for a couple of minutes we found the stairs to "upstairs and downstairs". Basically it looked like some guy got really drunk one night and found a hammar. I attempted to walk upstairs but soon realized I value my life too much so I backed off.

NEXT!!