Our House...In the Middle of the Street

Well hallelujah! We have finally moved in. OK – Let me just say that when I was living by myself and I moved (ok, ALL the times I moved), it just did NOT seem this difficult. At least, I don’t think it was. I should probably ask all the people who volunteered to help me. Maybe they would disagree. Nah.

We got the trailer all cleaned up and hope to keep the pee smell gone until we get rid of it. That’s why we haven’t shut the a/c off yet. SHOOOOWEEE – We can’t let that carpet get warm or the neighbors might even vacate. We are planning on donating it to charity. However, the trailer park that we live in wants to look at it. They think it looks good on the outside and may want to buy it if it looks good on the inside too. I hope they don’t look behind the couch that we left there to cover up the extra air conditioning that Norman decided to install right into our wall. (fingers crossed) Oh well, even if they don’t want to buy it, we already have a commitment from Charity Motors to take it away. We will be so glad when that trailer is gone.

I painted the full bathroom (medium sage green), our bedroom (mustard yellow), and the guest bedroom (orange). I am a walking paint sample right now. When anyone asks what colors we painted in the house, I just ask which room they want to see and point to the particular body part that is still displaying that color. It’s really easy to show them the guest room since I dumped a whole paint tray of it on me. Fortunately, the dump took place on the half of the room that I just happened to put a drop cloth on. It’s all over me. And what’s REALLY amazing is that I still look hot, even covered in paint…unbelievable. Ladies, don’t be too jealous. Some people can just wear paint better than others.

Man, I think I have extra muscles in my body that not everyone got when God created them. I hurt all over. Things that shouldn’t hurt are hurting. My arches are falling (in my feet, not my eyebrows), my forearms hurt, my TOES hurt…my butt even hurts. (Keep your comments to yourself). I creak and pop…unbelievable. Mark married a senior citizen. At least I age well.

So, now we’re poor. Not POOR poor, but poorer than we’d like to be. Don’t get me wrong, we are so grateful to God for His wonderful blessings on us. We are so blessed. We know He sent us this house. It’s just perfect for us. I can’t wait for everyone to see it. We will be taking pictures of it soon once we get it all put together and will send that link along to you all.

Norman and his daddy aren’t getting along very well right now. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want the house to smell like dog pee either…but Mark wants to beat the little thing to death when he pees. It doesn’t work with a dog like it does with a kid. Shoot, when we have kids, he can beat ‘em until their black and blue if they pee or poop on the carpet, but not Norman. I’m trying to get him to be patient – Norman is 8 months old and has been peeing in our trailer (unbeknownst to us, but still….). We can’t just expect him to stop doing that all of a sudden. So, we may be having a puppy adoption soon if things don’t get better. Not really – We’ll have a husband adoption before we have a puppy adoption. :0)

We have the nicest neighbors! Three different families have already come over and introduced themselves to us. In fact, one day, we came home and there were two potted geraniums on our front deck. We have no idea who put them there, but we are so glad that the neighborhood is nice. Now that we are settled, I want to bake some chocolate chip cookies and take them to all three, so that we cover all our bases.

I guess I’m done writing for now – These blogs are shorter now that I’m trying to keep up with them more often. No need for applause – Just lots and lots of love.

XOXOXOXOX-The Real Estate Princess