Many of you have asked about our! first! house! that I posted about almost three months ago.

You know? The one with peach and pastel aquamarine paint downstairs and bright red and bright teal paint upstairs?

Sound familiar?

Well. The house will still be occupied by us, someday. We’re doing a rehabilitation loan since the house is in need of some serious love and care. And coats and coats of paint.


Anyway these rehabilitation loans were pretty much planned out by the same people who planned DMVs (out here they’re called BMVs. As in Bureau of Motor Vehicles. And yes, I giggle every time I say BMV.) If not the DMV people then surely someone with a vested interest in psych wards or ulcer care because we are both about thisclose to one or the other.

Some loan person down in Texas has every bit of information about Cody’s and my existence on the planet short of a blood sample and what color our eyes are (hint, six eyeballs that live in this house are blue.) At this point we are pretty much at their mercy, whoever said “Don’t Mess With Texas” seriously meant it.

Did I mention the busted pipe in the ceiling that flooded the kitchen when we had the water turned on for an inspection?

I didn’t?

What about the carpenter ants that were eating the inside of every wall downstairs?

I left them out too?

How about the fact that one person in this whole process who shall not be named is quite possibly the only human on this planet I have ever come close to maiming with a blunt object?

I know I told you that when they sent over our original paperwork they had our loan set at $190K instead of $108K. (see previous sentence.)

Did I tell you that the moosh has a crush on our contractor? That she thinks he’s “really handsome and kind of dreamy?”

Speaking of dreamy, did I mention the intensely dreamy bamboo floors we’re going to have installed?

Or the fact that we have to pay $375 every 14 days to keep our application open? (Again, refer back to previous statement about blunt maiming.)

Our real estate agent is still my friend on facebook because she has seen me do the ugly cry. More than once.

So yes. We will still be moving. Eventually. Into the house that we originally picked out.

And when all is said and done?

IT WILL BE GLORIOUS. And hopefully all people involved in the process will still be alive and intact.

Because right now it’s really not looking good for that person over there.


  1. hey! what good is a hot contractor if we can’t see a picture of him? just sayin’….

  2. oh noes! That stinks, but I am glad that someday, hopefully before the Moosh starts college you will be in your happy house. Just know that I LOVE to paint and when you are ready I am a mere 5 hours away. You can make it up to me by coming to vacuum pretty much whenever you want. But bring the fancy Dyson because my Kirby is one heavy mo-fo.

  3. I feel your pain. We were thisclose to doing the same thing, with a house that needed some “updates” like a kitchen and some bathrooms. And it was going to be GLORIUS, I say. Until it wasn’t.

    But that’s a story for another day.

    Now, no braining the mortgage people while you wait, it only makes the process move slower! You can brain them AFTER the closing.

  4. Oi. Good luck lady.

  5. What a nightmare. Yuck.

    Love that Moosh loves the contractor. hee hee