This Little Gem

I have fallen in love, with a house. This little gem is a Folk Victorian, which means she's a farmhouse they added Victorian details to, to make her pretty like the Queen Anne's and Painted Ladies during that era. In other words, she is adorable.

2,100 square feet, four bedrooms, two baths, on 1.6 acres. What's great about this location is I don't have to quit my job. Can you hear the angels singing? What a huge relief. That catch....holding tanks. We're going back this Sunday and hopefully we can get some of our questions answered. To be honest, I'm one impulsive purchase away from calling this girl our home. 

I'm a big believer in karma and that things happen for a reason. Kevin has been working with the state to get travel wages that were not paid to him from a previous employer. This has been going on for what seems like forever. We never really expected to get money out of it at this point, it was more or less the principal. Sort of a, we're-going-to-teach-you-a-lesson-that-you-can't-screw-people-over kind of thing. It just so happens that with the condition of the house (she needs just a touch of TLC, seriously - my parents moved into a house with NO bathroom, just a touch..), the financing is going to require about $4,000 more on a down payment. Oh, ok. Yeah I'll just pull that right out of my top hat full of tricks and treats I keep under my bed. Since I seem to have lost that awesome hat, its to Daddi-o we go. Can I have $4,000? UNTIL...I go to get the mail today and find a letter addressed to Kevin from the state of Wisconsin. Open it, and its a letter addressed to his employer going over the findings of the case.

We were not able to prove this is owed, we are not able to prove that is owed, I'm really turning into a disappointing letter. Mind you, this case has really turned into something of a plot line for a really predictable movie. Without boring you too much, the employer would not send the documents the state was requesting. After months of them asking they finally issued a subpoena. Before the appearance in court occurred, however, the building started on fire, further delaying this whole thing. Yeah that's right, legit up in flames there go your hopes and dreams in a puff of smoke. So at this point, we were more or less just giggling that this was being drug out so long and the employer had to deal with it.

Originally we figured very roughly that Kevin was owed AT LEAST $4,000 (are you starting to see the irony in this? I'm going to type $4,000 a few more times, so if you don't get it now...you will). After taxes you can figure that would be three something thousand. I get to the last page of the letter, and I must have read it three times before a mosquito flew straight into my wide open mouth and brought me right back to reality. By no later than July 10th, please send a check addressed to Kevin Brault in the amount of $6,075.

Yup. That's right. $6,075. What does that equal after taxes? Oh I don't know, a little over $4,000. Get it?

Fingers crossed that we get good news regarding the holding tank situation (we really really want to be able to put in a mound). That's the first step. Lord help me if this is NOT meant to be our house. I might just loose my marbles at that point. Or give up the idea of buying all together. Or cry. Or all of the above!! I can multi-task very well.

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And here we go!

So! I'm going to start this again. I used to blog in high school, mainly because it looked like I was doing something (which allowed me to make it through two back to back study halls without doing a damn thing), but also..it was kind of fun. Plus, I sort of amuse myself from time to time, so it gave me something to look back on when I was bored and laugh at the sheer cleverness of the nonsense I had posted two weeks earlier. Cool.

Alright, who am I? My name is Brooke. I am currently a 24 year old, no college non graduate who is completely content with my decisions in life, despite what other people think about my choices (these people are just upset that their life is not as cool as mine). I am married to an AMAZING man (his name is Kevin, you might know him, he knows EVERYONE). I know everyone says that and how 'Oh he's my best friend!!'...yeah, whatever. My husband really is my best friend. See below.

See? We're not one of those beautiful couples perfectly posed in pressed pants that will have beautiful children some day. Our children will be Harley riding little smart asses, sporting Chucks on their feet, backwards ball caps on their little noggins, chucking up the deuce. But that's a story for another day.

We have two babies. Don't tell me that the pictures below are not babies but rather dogs. No shit. We don't have kids, so, these little devils fill that gap. Meet Diesel the asshole poodle, and Flying Flynn. Keep an eye out for future videos demonstrating how well he fits his name. They're fun. They're a handful. We love them.

So that's about as far as I'm going to get into this tonight. Tomorrow we have to get our butts out of bed before 10 (don't judge, its Saturday tomorrow and Kevin works second shift.....that excuse works for me too if you don't ask my hours) to go look at some houses. We need to get out of this rental yesterday before the neighbor lady from old rickety bored bitch hell decides to call the cops on us again. Moral of the story - throwing little petrified pebbles of dog shit over the bright orange snow fence into your neighbors yard makes you feel better. Oh don't worry, I'll explain the snow fence too.  

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