bustedass70sranch

[bustedass70sranch]

We had been house hunting for months, and nothing felt right. Then we walk into a rundown 1970s ranch that had been used as a group home. Here's where I share our House Wants List:

Character home, ideally Victorian or Craftsman Dramatic feature in the living room A larger parcel of land, but still in town--"feels like the country"

Okay, so we've definitely got the third one down, but other than that, this checked off nothing on our wants list. It was dirty, smelly, beat up--I mean every surface in this house had to be touched. Plus it was humongous, twice as big as we were really looking for. It was way too much work. There's no way we could get it. But the animals.

Deer, rabbits, turkeys, beautiful birds were peeking at us through all the windows. Every time a problem popped up that terrified us, so did an adorable doe's face. We stood outside with our amazing lesbian realtor to discuss.

Have you ever been on a piece of land that just...soothed your soul? That felt almost magical? Like you were truly in touch with nature? But my stomach was still full of butterflies as we asked her what we should do. Do we really want this house? This fucking house, like really this one???? She said,

"You already know."

Damn her wise, knowing ass. Now here I am covered in drywall dust, surrounded by a shitload of tools.

[bustedass70sranch]

My house sucks ass but I love it

My wife and I bought our very first house and wowee it sure was uggers and stinky! I'm here to document the progress of getting it less terrible as a woman with chronic illness who has never done any of this shit before. Oh, and we have, like, no money so that means we have to toil for ourselves. Thankfully we have the expert advice of my master carpenter FIL, and it would be my most ardent fucking wish to transfer some of his crankily-delivered advice to you. (But more kindly, I swear.)

Thanks for reading--now prepare for some pictures of very ugly things.