Saturday, August 28, 2010


So, as I've mentioned, I've been house-hunting.

Not nearly as fun as it looks on HGTV's HOUSE HUNTERS. Perhaps it's because, those people are spending waaaaay over their budgets in order to whine about the fact that they were really hoping for marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. Really? Cuz the world might stop spinning if you had to suffer through c.1987 countertops with Harvest Gold appliances. Okay, the world *might* stop spinning with the Harvest Gold stuff, but I digress.
This post begins the pictorial of all the houses on my NO LIST ... with some possible commentary on why.

House #2
I'm starting at house #2, because house #1 was soooo not right for me AT. ALL. It was gross ... smelled like Clorox (seems to me they were hiding something) ... and was across the street from a very scurvy housing area.

At any rate, this house was cute, but I think the cosmetic improvements hid a multitude of sins. And the basement scared me. And that garage (seen above) was a liability waiting to happen! Yes, those are sheets and sheets of cardboard lining the inside of the garage walls, folks!

Also, this bathroom was AMAZING, but this gorgeous sink feature? Rocked like it was a rocking chair. Not good AT ALL. And this adorable living room below? A nasty drop ceiling ... more than likely covering up nasty plaster ceilings beyond repair.

This basement was SCARY.


There aren't enough KILZ cans in the world ...

I'm standing at the one "end" of the living room. It's cozy!

The other "end" of the kitchen? A little dining room. Lots of blues in this house.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that IS the kitchen. All of it. I had a claustrophobia attack while I took this photo.


The culprit for what you are about to see ... THE BIG, GIANT, MOLDY HOLE.

This seems like a definite NO to me. Please answer this question: Who does the bank think will buy this hole that comes with a house for $99,000? Just curious ...


This place was AMAZING ... but I heard the brakes squealing to an ugly stop when I walked into the kitche and saw ...

... the washing machine next to the dishwasher ... the 1970s tile ... a countertop someone THOUGHT they could install themselves, but then didn't finish off the rough edges ... the OLD, OLD, OLD gas stove and ...

... this hot mess behind a CURTAIN. Ummm ... no!


This house had A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E. curb appeal. It was in a desirable neighborhood, but the minute you walked through the door, you could smell this GOSH-AWFUL smell. And we soon discovered why ...
... that stuff?? On that carpet?? Yeah, that's mold! It was COVERING the carpeting, and my lungs were congested by the time I stepped out of the house!
Not to mention this hot mess, which doesn't look like much of a mess from this vantage point, but which was a COMPLETELY cobbled disaster.

Friday, August 27, 2010


Well, I'm house-hunting.

Initially, I was excited about it. But, honestly, I'm getting frustrated -- and I've only seen 13 houses so far. This doesn't bode well for my foray into real estate ownership.

Part of my problem is that I don't have expendable income. Pretty much, my income is all spoken for. So, house-hunting is a bit of a challenge.

I fell in like with a house that was so cute ... very open floor plan, which I really, really like. It was affordable, and it was in a wonderful neighborhood. No apparent police-worthy reasons to visit that I could tell (please see past posts on all the fun my neighbors and I have had with the numerous police visits that occur in my neighborhood -- not to mention all the interesting characters that live there).

I went back to see it today with my realtor and two friends, Frank and Viv, who were acting as my surrogate parents. Good thing too. Frank found a potentially BIG, HUGE money drain ... it's called STANDING WATER IN THE CRAWL SPACE. [Insert many, many red flags here.]


Sure, I could put an offer in, buy it, and then spend a few hundred to purchase a sump pump. However, it sorta feels like it could be more than just a sump pump ... like, meet Plumber Joe and his friend Hole-digger Jim and his friend New Drain Field Mike and his friend Brand New Foundation Steve and before you know it, I'm living in the homeless shelter cuz I can't afford my home ... unless one of those guys is single, cute and available ... seeing as I have a proclivity for the blue collar type that are sorta single but not really available these days.

That's an inside joke ... don't worry if you don't get it.

At any rate, I just feel like it's not a risk I am willing to take on ...

So, the shopping continues.

I think buying shoes is so much easier.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010


I'm ready to get my crazy on.

I'm ready to howl at the moon and let it all hang out.

That's the kind of day I've been having!

I'm just afraid that doing those aforementioned things might just get me a visit from a friendly law enforcement officer ... but if it got me a date ... hmmmm?

Monday, August 16, 2010


It's been a crazy past four weeks, and I've gotta say ... they have been four of the most educating weeks, I think I've had in a very long while.

I made a promise to myself that THIS YEAR, I was going to ...
  • step out of my box and do things with wild abandon. Safely, but with wild abandon.
  • act first and think later (I stay waaaaay too much time in my own head).
  • embrace the moment.
  • have fun.
  • stop making excuses for myself.
  • stop repeating the lies I'd told myself ABOUT myself.

I had NO idea that I would be put to the test so very early.

Week one ... I met some one. I met a lot of someones, and they were all nice and polite, but there was this one I had my eye on. Apparently, he'd had his eye on me. Cool!

Week two ... attempting to get to know this man ... look for red flags ... just enjoy being interesting to someone else.

Week three/four ... I found out this guy was sooooo not right for me. But here's the cool thing ... I had some amazing friends that had my back. They knew me ... knew me very, very well, knew what I would go for and wouldn't go for, and they stood in the gap for me when things got all pear-shaped.

So, here comes the education part ... I am okay. In fact, I'm more than okay. I'm ROCKIN'! I have this amazing worth that is so evident, others are willing to stick their necks out for me ... that's how worth it I am.

I'm so worth it, that there are others waiting in the wings to investigate the worth. Rock on!

Also, stepping out of your box is okay. In fact, it's down-right fun. It makes you take risks and reevaluate why you're doing what you're doing in the first place.

What an amazing first four weeks!

Sunday, August 08, 2010


Man! It has been a freakin' crazy last couple of weeks. Between the marathon CLEAN YOUR CLASSROOM- GET IT ORGANIZED-PUT IT ALL BACK WHERE IT GOES-DO IT WHILE WORKMEN ARE STILL MAKING MESSES AND FIXING STUFF and then the actual start of school, I feel like the last two weeks have been a blur of random scenes stitched together to create ... well, my brain.

But what a COMPLETELY different start to the school year than last year. Last year at this time, I just had Ned (and what I would find out later, Ted) the Nodule biopsied, and I was just finding out that surgery would more than likely be imminent because we could never really be sure of Cancer until they were out and could be completely worked up in pathology.


It loomed over me like some ugly, black cloud, further coloring my already out-of-whack emotions. I was a walking disaster, and heaven help the innocent bystander in my path.

This year? Totally different.

I started off the school year almost giddy. After I got over the initial shock of seeing my room look like a tornado went through it -- and it did. The tornado's name was 20 HVAC dudes -- I just got busy, got it done, and let the stress just roll right off my shoulders.

More importantly, I'm learning a valuable lesson in just being in the moment. Taking it for what it is. My friend Carrie pointed out that in our jobs, we spend every single moment we're at school planning for the future. We're not really allowed to spend any time at all enjoying the present, because it's our job to plan ahead: plan lessons, plan strategies for getting that kid from here to there, plan the next quarter, plan the next year, plan the tests before they've even happened ...

After nine years, I have a hard time switching that off in my brain.

This summer, it became clear to me that I have to live in the moment. I have to be able to enjoy those moments that are given to me and savor the sweetness that surround them. I got a visual aid this week, in the form of a yellow rose, and it's made me reexamine A LOT of stuff.

I've come to a few conclusions ...
  • I've never allowed myself to enjoy most of the moments given me because I've never really felt worthy of them.
  • I've spent a lot of time and energy on self-talk that has been very demoralizing and mean. Nothing I would ever say to someone I know and love, but things I said to myself all the time.
  • I've missed out on a lot of moments because of my fear and self-loathing.
  • Happiness isn't difficult achieve. It's just being willing to embrace who you really, truly are.
I know, I know. It sounds all New Agey and stuff. But it really isn't. It's really about me FINALLY discovering that I'm worth the moments, however fleeting. That I actually get to enjoy this life ...

This marathon start to the school year, albeit crazy, has been the kick in my seat I've needed.

Bring it on, 2010-2011! Bring it on!