Anniversary Special

Today is our first anniversary! Just yesterday we walked down the isle it seems, boy does time fly! So, for this special edition post I will be comparing renovation ideas to aspects of our relationship. This could get a little crazy!

Alright first off, we would like to paint the walls. Painting to me is one of those things you are really excited about until about 15 minutes into it, and then you're over it and want to be done. Hmm, I can't think of how that's like Mike and I, I'll get back to this one.

This isn't off to a good start...

Secondly, one day we'd like to replace the flooring. The kitchen and bathrooms are a nice 1994 linoleum which will be exiting soon (hopefully). Downstairs we are thinking about a solid pine wide plank or Australian cypress hardwoods in the entryway, kitchen, dining room, and living room. In the bathrooms we'll probably go with tile (big, I like the 18 inch monsters). This is like our relationship because........ though it hasn't always been pretty (1994 linoleum), it has always been solid (hardwoods). Haha this is so cheesy. No, but really, one of the things I love most about Mikey is that he is steady as a rock, firm and consistent, and he is somehow insusceptible to normal human mood swings.

Oh wait, I thought of one for painting. We are both stubborn. Like, two people that should never be in the same room kind of stubborn. Fights last DAYS with us, and not because we are mad, but because we both want the last word, so when all is worked out one of us will throw in a comment and get it all started again. I'm so bad that I whisper all the reasons he's wrong in his ear when he's asleep. Stubborn has to do with painting because, ummm, well, it's only fun to be fighting for about 15 minutes, and then you've blabbed all you need to get out and you just want to go back to normal, but being stubborn the way that we are prevents that whole "lets just let it go" phenomenon from occurring, so you're stuck in an argument that you don't really care about anymore. Same as painting, after a little while you're not into it and you're stuck with a half painted wall and no enthusiasm to complete it. Phew, I had to really reach deep on that one.

Alright well I think I'm done with this because it's kind of a boring topic that makes no sense, but there are lots and lots of pictures soon to come (as soon as we get our big computer at home online). Stay tuned and have a happy week!

I am asking you to pray for comfort to a family of a little boy I took care of in the NICU. They are a precious family with two little boys that are mourning the death of their son this morning. This child went through so much during his time on earth, and I cannot imagine what his parents and brothers are going through. You can read his story at www.signalmtnboys.blogspot.com. Thank goodness God is a big God, and can handle me questioning Him from time to time, because I sure want to know why on this one.

Dilemma

Looks like we have a little dilemma, and it goes like this: Mr. Seller originally listed the house we are buying with 12 acres. After a few months with no interest, he split up 4 acres with the house and 8 to stand alone, like cheese. This lowered the price of the house to a more popular bracket. The plan was for Mr. Next-door-neighbor to buy the 8 acres for privacy purposes. We were cool with that plan, it meant we could afford the house and we had security that no one would build behind us.
Fast forward to yesterday, when Mrs. Realtor told us that Mr. Next-door-neighbor would not be able to buy the 8 acres, and Mr. Seller is going to list the land for Mr. Anyone in the world to buy. Oh, and did I mention that we are involuntarily "donating" a 30 foot easement through our land so that the back 8 aren't landlocked. Harumph.
So, the irrational person that I am wants to buy up that 8 acres before you can say "lotsa debt" three times fast. There is a possibility that we can afford it if Mr. Seller is feeling particularly generous, but these are not generous times apparently. These are fill up your milk cartons with water and stow canned goods in the basement times, which does not bode well for our situation.
So, my question for the day is, anybody want to be my neighbor? Or give us a couple thousand dollars to buy 8 acres? I'll even sing like Mr. Rogers... won't you be, please won't you be, oh won't you be my neighbor...



But don't bring creepy puppets along. But do change sweaters and shoes when you walk into your house.

Coming up next: special request post of renovation plans for 1994! Thanks to my one reader for the suggestion!