Too long ago, too far apart. She couldn't wait another day for the captain of her heart.

Hubby made it home early enough Wednesday night; as to enjoy a home cooked meal. I was cooking a meatloaf and attempting that scalloped potato hot dish idea, (which tasted ok, but looked like vomit) when I saw a pair of headlights heading up the driveway. I finished cleaning up and heard the door open. I was so happy and had a big ole kiss on my lips when I went into the living room and found one of my aunts from Shreveport standing in my living room, not my husband. I accidentally blurted out “Oh, it’s just Beverly.” from the disappointment.

I felt so bad for the way it came out, because it sounded so rude. I apologized and explained to her that David was on his way home and she understood. Her ex-husband had worked in Abu Dhabi for years. He would be away for a month and home for a month, so, she has walked in the shoes of total anticipation of the minute when husbands get home. About 20 minutes later, my husband did get home, just in time for meatloaf, barfy-looking potatoes and cream corn.


We went and looked at another house last night. A couple of pics of that place are atop this entry. Our realtor and my longtime friend, Lily, the lean mean Argentinean real estate machine met us there and opened the house up. I know she is getting tired of showing us houses. I like looking at vacant houses better than occupied ones. I always feel like I am pilfering at an occupied domicile, when I do something like open a cabinet door to check out the condition of the plumbing and the homeowner’s liquor is staring back at me. Why is there always a bottle of Malibu under the sink?



This house was an older one, but had been recently renovated. The mailing address and physical location of this house are conflicting, that’s weird, but I kind of like the fact that nobody could find my residence, by simply counting houses. Mapquest results are a fluke, placing the address at a trailer park, where I would not be residing. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing a roadside mailbox either (evil grin, heh heh, no bills!). Chances are that mailboxes get the baseball bat treatment out there anyway.

Hubby wants to get a better look at the wiring and I need to make a FIRMette for flood zone information. It is a cute house with a bathroom that Stephanie can easily get in and out, without STUPID glass doors on the bathtub! The kitchen has been totally remodeled with new appliances, but there is no dishwasher. This house has a new roof, new water heater, new flooring with exception of the carpet in the living room that is in relatively good shape, new septic tank, etc. on 2.5 acres! The price is so right. I hope we are able to find a decent house that is properly insulated and that is not a freaking fire hazard. We do not want to live a former snake farm, which we have had the pleasure of viewing. We wish to find a home that is neither on the verge of falling apart nor going underwater. A general lack of neighbors would be a definite plus. We want so much, but our needs are really so simple. We just expect to get what we intend to pay for. What is so unbelievable, most folks want to sell a dump for a mild fortune.

I spent last weekend watching a marathon of a show where people were buying million dollar houses and putting another quarter million dollars in them to fix them up the way they wanted them. That concept seems so insane to me.