This is the last time I blog in this house. Our first house. It would’ve been three years ago this September that we became first-time home buyers. We’d been married about a month. George Bush was still president. I was still a journalist (although becoming less and less so every day). The economy ...
. Read More →There are two things I’m not good at: lying and keeping secrets. Okay, technically there are a lot of things I’m not good at – chemistry, geometry, putting the toothpaste cap back on, scrapbooking (the part where I actually do it instead of taking little sentimental artifacts of my life, saying ...
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The house I wanted is gone. It went under contract last week. I never blogged about it. I never really talked about it. Even when we met it, I kept my panties on and withheld 76 percent of my “OH MY FREAKING GOD! EEEEEE!!!!!” excitement. You know, the kind of ridiculousness usually ...
Read More →Our doorbell rang on Saturday. If I had taken a second to think about it, I would’ve done the usual “duck and cover” and crawl around to all the doors and windows making sure they were adequately secure — because obviously anyone on my doorstep is trying to break in (in a ...
. Read More →Do I need a strong dose of shut the hell up or what? Re-reading the last post, I realized how freaking whiny it sounded. I didn’t mean to make it sound that way – if you read my blog, then you know I tend to be a tiny bit hyperbolic ...
. Read More →We went on our first house hunting expedition Tuesday with a real live realtor – which is more useful and less frightening than a dead realtor who would show things like creepy attics and cemetery plots (which would undoubtedly be more affordable, but the first time our dogs found a bone, I'd ...
. Read More →Last night, I climbed out of the shower and found myself in front of the mirror confronting some menacing dark roots – roots that should’ve been touched up weeks ago. When did my blonde hair go from platinum to “my baby daddy lives two doors down in the mob-ILE court” ...
. Read More →Are all the good ideas already taken? I can't seem to go a day without thinking to myself, "And this is why you don't get paid the big bucks." It's like the day I learned about Santa Clause Conquers the Martians. How awesome is that? I was inspired! (p.s. I may ...
. Read More →This past weekend, Hubby and I toured about 10 houses on the local Parade of Homes. I'm pretty sure most areas of the country that have something similar, but for those that don't get off by lusting after things they'll never never have, I'll explain. The Parade of Homes is an ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
