Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Thursday, April 07, 2005
I Have Pudding In My Hair
I’ll bet you wish you had pudding in your hair. Actually, it’s Goldwell Trendline Freeze Pudding and it keeps the spikes in my hair and it smells spiffy too. All day today, I’ve been whispering to Leigh-Ann, “I…have…pudding…in…my…hair.” Yeah, I know I’m weird. I really like the stuff too. I want to write essays about it, but yesterday I smashed my finger against our aquarium and learned that smooth glass can cut up a finger quite nicely too. Go figure. Anyway, it hurts when I type because the bandage moves when I move my finger. It’s so stupid - I’ve been injuring myself in stupid stupid ways lately. My thumb has just recently recovered from a bludgeoning by a sandblasting cabinet door. To be fair to me, there’s something wrong with the mechanism and it got stuck, so it wasn’t my fault that a thousand pounds of pressure squished my thumb. It happened to Leigh-Ann too.
Good, but bad news - my parents are supposed to get a bid on the house tomorrow. Does anyone have a spare 659k to buy my childhood home for me? It’s a nice neighborhood and a nice house. The house only cost 38k, forty plus years ago. It’s a steal at over half a million bucks now. Wait, I’m gonna go get the realtor’s description of it, so you can know if you want to buy it for me.
Bedrooms: 4 Bathrooms: 2 Full / 1 Partial
Apprx. Sq. Feet: 2513 Year Built: 1960
Excellent neighborhood! Quiet street. Original owner! Great family house! Expanded with permits! 2 master suites! Wood floors! Living room with fireplace with raised hearth & newer carpet. Enclosed patio with tile floors! Family room leads to large eat-in kitchen! Newer double oven and range! Large lot is almost 11,000 sq ft! Central heat & air!
If you were really my friends, out there in Internetland, you’d take this house off the market for me. I’ll let you borrow Mr. Smooth even. I’ll even see if my parents would throw in the baby grand piano with the pianodisc system. It’s a piano that plays by itself, and can record what you play! Think about it, okay? Oh yeah, and the house has perfect Norman Rockwell family memories in it. My parents are still happily married after 52 years, my siblings and I always got along, there’s a permanent basketball hoop (we had the post put into cement in the driveway), a lemon tree, a peach tree, a loquat bush, etc. The street name is weird, but you can get used to spelling it and to people mispronouncing it. You’ll also get used to people who are lost, looking for Weirdly Named Place instead of Weirdly Named Avenue. Don’t worry, Weirdly Named Place is only a short two blocks away…and it’s small, so very few people get lost looking for them. Anyway, you know where I am if you want the house. If it matters, it’s in Southern California.
Here’s an update with one picture of the house. I’m waiting for one taken from across the street, so you can see the upstairs in the picture.
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OMG!! I totally understand about the house thing. My mom passed away at Thanksgiving, from Cancer. She passed in her chair in the office I had painted and decorated for her. It was not an office there at the end, this room in particular was at one point, her formal dining room, her office, then her retreat. My ASS MONKEY brother, whom I will probably never, ever forgive, went to my mom when she found out she had cancer and said, “You are dying anyway, I want my inheritance now.” Well, this, of course, hurt my mom. Mom had been together with an awesome man for the last 17 years. He was there for her while she was healthy, he was there to take care of her when she was so racked with pain, she could not walk, go to the restroom or clean up after herself. This man, dad, moved a chair into the room where mom spent her time and even slept in that chair while she slept. Well, my moron brother convinced my mom to write a will, stating, Dad had 1 year after my mom’s death to fix up the house and sell it. He paid rent on the house for the last 17 years, I think he deserves to live there. The house is now 65+ years old, in Colorado. I lived there from childhood to adulthood, went to prom there, had childhood tragedies, etc. It is now on the market and although I have not seen the sign, I can imagine it and it makes me crazy. My older sister was excited that she might be getting money for the house. I tried to explain to both my sisters, they do not want this, this is the last physical part of mom. Sign’s up, they are upset. My brother, good ol’ ass monkey, wants to sue Dan (aka Dad) because the house has not sold yet, and Dad waited until January of this year to put it on the market. I like you, am trying to find someone I like to buy it.
Sorry, I read your post and wanted to cry on your behalf.
Robin
Robin on 04/11 at 10:37 PM -
Wow, your brother really *is* an ass monkey. Why shouldn’t your dad get to live in HIS house?
After 17 years, I think one gets to claim ownership. Luckily, my three brothers are cool. No one is
thrilled about the selling of the house, but they have a second house here in Vegas and at their ages,
80 and 76, it’s really a waste of time for them to keep driving back and forth every few weeks. All of
us have moved away from “home” - three of us are in Vegas, one brother is in Northern California. We would
all love to keep the house in the family, but its value has increased so much in 45 years that none of us
can afford to buy it as an only residence, much less an extra one. It has such great memories though. My
mom found a letter from one of the neighbor “boys” (he’s close to 50 now) about how much he loved growing
up in the neighborhood. I’m going to have to get a copy and put it in my blog. I don’t think there are
too many neighborhoods like that nowadays. People move on more quickly, don’t stay in jobs for 30+ years like
they used to, etc. It’s kind of sad. I don’t think our lives are any better for it.Flippy on 04/11 at 11:28 PM
