Church Bench

Earlier this year I was OBSESSED with buying a house, literally obsessed. I would look up house listings during breaks at work, and then drive by them on my way home. If the house was vacant, I busted in to take a look around. Some days my realator would drive me around, and let me in them. It seemed that the crappier the house was, the more I wanted it. I couldn't sleep at night because I couldn't stop thinking about these cute little houses, and how I could fix them up.

In the end, there was something wrong with each of the houses I wanted to own. Either messy short sale red tape, or faulty foundations... I never got the houses I wanted most. And it broke my heart each time. This cute house still is breaking my heart, but there is nothing I can do about it! It's currently listed as 73,000 dollars... which is sooo cheap! But the foundation is bad, I had my structural engineers go check it out for me, and apparently it's not worth buying. The original 1899 rock and mortar foundation has been compromised by some guy who thought it was safe to dig into it to make a bunker! Idiot! If someone buys this house, to fix it up they basically have to tear it down and just build new. Tragic! It's so cute! If I had all the money, I would buy it, put it up on jacks - and then just pour a new foundation.

It's the worst falling in love with a house, and then not be able to get it. It's like being dumped. And within the space of just a few weeks I got dumped 5 times. Not good. Not good for the heart.

In the END end, I decided buying a house isn't a woman's job anyway. It's a man's job. So I'll work on owning a man that comes with a house. That seems easier anyways, especially since I shouldn't make decisions because I'm happy with anything. Also, why would I buy a house when these are all my friends right here, in this house?

We have a happy house.

Today is my dad's birthday, part of the reason we have a happy house is because of him!

Happy Birthday, Dad!