Posts Tagged ‘House’

… I know, I know!! It’s been far too long since I had the opportunity to just sit and blog. I should just MAKE the time but it’s the same old.. same old.. life happens, yknow?


I promise I will commit.. at least right NOW I promise to commit. You have to agree I need a reality show so just go easy on me!! LoL!!

Now.. back to it.

In the time honored tradition of ME101 .. let’s recap 2011

I may need a valium for this!

Okay.. the good stuff first:

After living without electricity for close to five months, we were finally able to move into The House Of My Almost Dreams. I say “almost” because we’re renting.. if I was paying a mortgage instead of rent well then.. you get the idea! But believe me, we were truly blessed to find this house. It was everything I was looking for LAST year when we thought we were moving to West Virginia.

But I think I told you all this already.

On-set Alzheimer’s. Throw me a bone, here.

Spaz started a new school and he actually has a friend. A NORMAL friend… well, as normal as anyone who would want to hang around Spaz can be. They’re kind of like the two misfits in the lunch room who sit with eachother because there is no one else to sit with. Believe me, I’m not being sarcastic. But his friend is a nice boy. Respectful and friendly. Lives close by and they even joined a school club together. Who am I to complain? It’s a step up. Believe me.

Spaz has also become a little LESS spazzy since we moved.. not ready for another nickname yet but he’s a lot better then he was so kudos to him. Being around his brothers is a WHOLE other story.. but we’ve addressed it. Told him that his attitude doesn’t get a free pass anymore because he doesn’t realize he has an attitude after spending time with them and that will be the end of it.

Did it sink in? Time will tell.

I did go back to work in May. Loving the job.. loving an actual paycheck now.. the company was sold to another company in October but so far there isnt anything to worry about. For now. But when God closes one door another opens so I’m just riding the “see what happens” wave.

My aunt bought another car and gave me her old one. It’s about 10 years old but still in great condition. The reduced rent made carrying another car on my insurance possible so now we’re actually using less gas because Chief doesn’t have to drive me to work and then pick me up. Bonus.

There may not be very many GOODS this year.. but what was GOOD is VERY VERY GOOD so I’m extremely blessed.

Now for the BAD..

When we moved out of our old house, the old landlord became very shady about giving us back out 2700.00 security deposit. Even though he gives slumlords a good name, he was fair to us when we needed him to be (think paying rent on time) and so we offered every opportunity to be fair to him. The security was suppose to be held in escrow but everybody and their mother with distant relatives knew that he didn’t have it available when he was suppose to. And if he would have just called us and told us that, we would have been cool but he decided to ignore phone calls, set up appointments for the final walk through that he didn’t keep, ignored more phone calls and then tried to pull a pile of crap out of his ass so we had to file a civil suit against him.

According to Pennsylvania’s Landlord / Tenant Act, if he didn’t return the security OR a list of deductions with the balance of the security within 30 days then he has to give us everything back. If we sued him for the original amount, he can’t counter sue us. If we sued him for double the amount (which we could) then he could counter for up to the original amount only. Either way, we walk out with the security.

We’re not greedy. We’re only suing for the original amount.

After he was notified, he sent us a certified letter outlining all the thing that we were responsible for (excuse me while I choke on complete fabrication) along with wanting to get paid for November’s rent. We were out of the house by November 1st. He’s clawing at straws. Either he really does think he has a case OR he never dealt with tenants who are actually literate and know how to read laws.

Either way, watch what happens.

The worst thing that happened this year.. actually the two worse things.. happened fairly recently and destroyed my heard.

Al .. one of our cats .. decided she wanted to be a complete outdoor cat when we moved. At the old house, she was outside 90% of the time but once we moved she decided there were far too many interesting things at the new place to waste time indoors. She stayed on the property.. had her condo on the front porch.. always had fresh food and water.. and was a happy camper.

The Saturday before Christmas Eve, Chief and I had returned in the late morning from shopping. As we turned in the driveway, Chief saw Al curled up at the bottom of the driveway.. dead. He rushed me into the house before I completely burst into tears and buried her under the japanese maple tree on our front lawn.

She wasn’t hit by a car.. and he had seen her early in the morning doing her morning yoga stretches on the front porch and she was fine. Beyond being upset, we were completely puzzled until the guy who exterminates my office building said it sounded like she had gotten into antifreeze.

Made sense.

The weather had gotten colder and I’m sure there were people in the neighborhood that put antifreeze in their cars and maybe spilled some.. hell, I could have spilled some. I don’t know.. but I sincerely doubt it was intentional. It’s just one of those horrible, hurtful things. The exterminator said that animals can’t resist antifreeze because it smells so sweet and that it can kill them in as little as 2 hours.

So let that be a lesson..

Al had had a litter of 6 kittens back in May. We kept one that we just started calling “Retard”. It’s a long story and if you’re offended then .. what can I tell you. My sandbox. But the name fit her and she was the most loving, friendly, comical, prettiest kitten you ever wanted to see.

The picture doesn’t do her justice.

She was more like a puppy, actually.. especially when I would come home from work and she would run to the door with the dogs to greet me.

About a month after we moved into the new house, she got out.

She used to follow Chief outside when he would be out there chopping wood or doing whatever.. but this time she went out the bedroom window and never came back.

We did everything that owners of lost kittens are suppose to do but nothing. Honestly, she is probably living large in someone’s house. She had no fear of people and if she wandered into someone’s yard, she would have went right to them.

that’s what I’m telling myself so don’t burst my bubble. I know everything I did wrong so you don’t have to bring that up either and it’s breaking my heart just typing this so I’m going to leave it alone.

So now we’re down to three dogs.. 1 cat.. and I pity the husband that tries to bring another animal into this house!! LoL

Now for the W.T.F!!

Believe me.. it deserves it’s own post so I’m going to run to the bathroom.. get a cup of coffee.. and set to typing!

Making A House.. A Home

Posted: November 6, 2011 in Just Livin'
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… sorry to kind of disappear again. Moving is a bitch to begin with but when you’re moving to a smaller house decisions have to be made about what to keep.. what to donate.. what to trash.. blah blah blah.

Not to mention getting the old house ready for the landlord’s walk through while trying to make the new house more into our home. Alot of running back and forth.. trying to lure cats out of the floorboards.. dealing ONCE AGAIN with the old borough’s Code Enforcer Guy and just general BS.

Today is actually the first day we didn’t have to “do” anything but go to church, prepare Sunday dinner for my father in law and catch up on blogging. Well, and laundry.. because I can do that without leaving the house anymore!!! Damn if I won’t be washing things 2 and 3 times just because I can! LoL! No, not really. The last thing I’m trying to do is waste electricity!

But anyway.. I can tell you this:


So here’s some pics.. mind you, we haven’t done anything regarding decorating the walls yet. There is a wish list of things I want to get but I’m following the sage advise of an old German Baker that Chief knew:

If you act like you’re rich, you won’t be. If you act like you’re poor, you won’t be.

So we will get what we want to get when we can afford it.

“Stuff” aside, I can’t help feel anything but truly blessed  and further proves that if you lift your worries up to the Lord and follow the path He lays out for you then you’ll be fine. You may not get what you “want” but you WILL get what you “need”. After all, God knows what’s best for us more then we do.

Hope you like our home as much as we do:


The entrance door would be on the left of this picture. You can see part of it’s frame. As soon as you walk in the door, the kitchen is on your left.

Behind the louver door is the water heater, breaker box, etc. etc.

The left side of the kitchen is pictured. How much do you love the pot rack hanging over the sink?

Again, excuse the cluttered-ness. The girl in me is cringing that everything isn’t neat and tidy but like I said, Chief was getting Sunday dinner prepared.


This is the Right Side of the kitchen.

I believe it’s called a “galley” kitchen but for Chief, the Uber Chef, it’s compact but highly functional with everything in the right place to do what he needs to do to create what he wants to create. There is a surprising amount of storage and counter space, too. And the colonial blue walls grew on me.

So this is the few you see when you come in the door and look left…

This is what you see when you come into the door and look right:


The fridge and the washer / dryer are along the right wall… AGAIN, EXCUSE THE MESS!! .. The fridge was originally on the right side. My landlord had unstacked a stacked washer / dryer and had them next to each other. Because both were front loaders, she had a piece of counter on top giving even more counter space. But her washer went south three days before we moved in and instead of spending 450.00 to have it serviced, we told her we’d bring our washer over. Since our’s is a top loader and the cord and something-else-in-the-back is positioned differently, we had to do a little bit of rearranging.

I actually like it better this way. The original position of the fridge made the room look smaller for some reason.  Chief is going to reinstall the cabinets as soon as he gets something or other that he needs. Something I just tune out. He knows what he’s doing! LoL


DINING ROOM HALF OF THE ROOMOnce you pass through the kitchen, you are in the dining room / living room. This part was a little tricky because it’s one space.

We basically just put our old table under the window and added a corner hutch that we picked up at a consignment shop for $60 bucks (wheeee!!!) .. Since there is only the three of us, it’s a perfect solution. The table pulls out to fit up to 6 if necessary.

Oh.. and see that door? That door actually leads to another room. The house’s original living room. We don’t have access to it right now. My landlord is storing all kinds of stuff in there and if.. when.. she decides to take it our plan is to convert it into a quasi apartment for Chief’s dad. If not, it will be converted into either a family room or traditional living room. Nothing but a multitude of ideas but whatever it will be .. it will be.

LIVING ROOMTo the left of the “dining room” is the living room.

This hasn’t had the benefit of my girly touches yet but there’s enough furniture to sit on.. or do homework on.. or just whatever on.. so I’m not busting to complete this room right now. It’s functional and that’s all I need at the moment.

The room off to the side there is a Florida room. I call it my library. One side has a wood burning stove.. the other has three floor to almost-ceiling book shelves.

I didn’t hang it yet but I found a really cool country inspired sign that says NO BOYS ALLOWED that Ill be hanging above the entry way. This is MY room… make no mistake about it!! LoL


This is the far end of the living room.

Nothing really of note except that there’s another chair and the desk that you can see in the previous picture.

The chair is actually interesting.. the couch, two chairs, ottoman and coffee table were bought at a yard sale.. in almost new condition.. for 150.00 bucks. We needed a new set and this was being sold by a guy who has lost his job and had to move back in with his parents. They didn’t have any place for it so he stuck it on his lawn with a for sale sign.

What I loved about it then.. and now.. is not only is it easy to clean but the pillows are removable so you can dust down and underneath it. The cases are also removable for washing or dry cleaning.

Plus, it’s really confortable.. always a plus.

This is MY Florida room. Probably my favorite of the house.

No.. wait.. NOT probably. DEFINITELY.

Beside the obvious, I really like the big center window. My landlord was an avid gardener and outside this window she had planted all kinds of flora and wildlife attractions.

It hard to see in the picture, plus it’s winter, but I could sit there all day and just stare outside. Since we live so close to the wildlife reserve, we have all types of different birds dropping in and out.

The other side of the room is also something I always wanted in a home.

I love having a place for all my books and what nots. This is no where near full and I’m thinking about getting a few pretty baskets to store things that you need to keep in one place.

There’s also the dogs’ bed.. something which the kitten I think adopted as her own. She likes to stretch out on it when the fire’s going.

I can’t wait for Christmas because you know what room the tree is going it.. right?

The rest of the house I’ll post later, along with pictures of the outside.

There really isn’t much else.. through the living room there ‘s a hallway with a bedroom at each end and the main bathroom inbetween. There’s another hall way that T’s it .. I refer to it as the mud room.. and that leads to the back yard. There’s also a powder room there also.

Right now, time seems to have gotten away from me so I’m going to say bye-bye for now.. but there’s alot of things I need to catch y’all up on so stop back!

.. as much as I wanted to run away over the weekend, I didn’t.

It’s that whole ridiculous “money” thing.. and “security” thing.. long gone are the days when you could just stow away on an ocean liner and start life fresh using a different identity!!

I did hide out in my bedroom a lot .. did sleep a lot :: my preferred method of avoidance :: AND I did go see SALT and INCEPTION which I’ll post reviews on later.

Sunday, though, was a surpriser.

Well.. yea.. kinda but not really.

Chief woke me up Sunday morning around 11am. And while I appreciated sleeping late, he had a motive.

He had scrubbed and cleaned THE ENTIRE HOUSE.

Yes, you read that right.


Even behind the toilet in the bathroom!!

He said it was because he wanted me to have a “.. true day off.” He didn’t want me to get up and have to worry about cleaning this and cleaning that…  but in reality he knew how bugged out and pissed off about what was going on in the house with the boys. He knows I’m right.. he knows that he can’t do anything about it so he took it upon himself to do something for me that would make me happy.

And I appreciated it.


So even though he’s not a “talker” .. I at least know that he gets it.

And that’s just as.. if not more.. important.

Funny thing happened which really put it all in perspective for him…

After scrubbing the kitchen and making it all spic and span, he was in there getting a cup of coffee when Spaz came in to get something to drink. So he opens the fridge and pulls out the gallon picture of lemonade but instead of lifting it up straight, he kind of swung it out of the fridge which spilled it all over the fridge.. all over the floor.. and Chief freaked out.

I happened to be making my way to the bathroom when I heard the commotion so I went into the kitchen and there’s Spaz still holding the dripping picture and Chief telling me to shoot him.

Nope. Only got one bullet left and it has my name written all over it.

Spaz was all, “.. it’s not my fault.”

And Chief was like “… HOW COULD IT NOT BE YOUR FAULT???”

So he tells him to clean it up and Spaz started to say he didn’t know how to but I think he thought better of it mid sentence because Chief’s bald head was smoking.

Spaz goes to the back porch and gets the mop and just starts half assed moving the mop back and forth.

Chief is still ranting, “.. if I wasn’t in here you would have left it and then I would be walking through a sticky mess at 2am, right? RIGHT?”

Then he yells at Spaz to clean it properly and Spaz was like I AM!! and Chief was like YOUR NOT!! You’re just moving the shit around more.

My first instinct was to just tell Spaz to get the hell out of the kitchen before his father blows an aorta but then I was like, no.. not this time.

So I told him that I was going to tell him how to clean it the right way … I told him to get the bucket.. put it in the sink.. turn on the hot water.. add the Pine Sol.. put the bucket on the floor.. undo the mop.. put it in the water.. take it out of the water.. turn the thing that makes all the extra water come off..

You get the idea..

I made him do the whole floor the way I would do the whole floor and he hated every minute of it. I didn’t let him half step anything.

When he was finally finished and started bitching and complaining that it wasn’t his fault because HE didn’t fill the pitcher to the top, I told him that I’m sure NEXT time he’ll be more careful.. or at least, know how to properly mop the floor the next time he does makes a mess on it.

When I went back into the bedroom, Chief was sitting up on the bed and was like, “… do you believe that?”

I was like, “… welcome to my world, Bucky.. Welcome to my world.”

You know..

I really have no idea why some many people get pissed off by this phrase. They seem to think its some sort of a cop out.. or that you don’t want to put an effort into whatever circumstance is leading you to say it.


Me? I live by that saying because I have learned the very hard way that you cannot control destiny and you can’t stress over thing you can’t change.

Ok.. sometimes I do stress over things I can’t change.. but the important thing is I know that I shouldn’t.

I may not always talk like it.. but I have a strong faith in God.

Don’t know why that upsets some people so much .. but again, that’s one of the things I can’t change so I don’t worry about it.

So here’s the reason for this post..

About a month ago, Cheif and I were driving through another borough and we saw a FOR RENT sign on a really sweet house. It’s a twin, which we weren’t too thrilled with, but it had a front porch .. a two tier deck in the back.. sat in front of a a dense tree line and was across from the creek. Completely picturesque.

So we called the number and left a message. It was a Sunday so we really didn’t expect to reach anyone.

The following morning, my cell phone rings but I didn’t recognize the number so I didn’t answer it. Bad habit, I know.. but when you have a 12 year old who uses your phone number to sign up for services on the internet because he thinks he’s getting a free Playstation or XBox I think I’m a little bit justified.

But then something about the number looked familiar. So I called it back and told the man that answered that I received a call from this number but was not left a voice mail.

He said that the number showed up on HIS caller ID and then it clicked that it was about the house. He told me to call another number to speak to the guy who was showing the house. I did and we made a date to have a looksy.

The house was just as amazing inside as out .. I particularly fell in love with the loft that was in the master bedroom. It has central air.. a laundry room on the first floor and all other kinds of things. They wanted 1400.00 a month.. which is what we are paying now and what we’re looking to NOT pay anymore. BUT it is a better school district and the owners WERE looking for long term tenants. The guy showing us the house said that he may be able to get us the house for around 1300.00 if we were willing to commit to a 5 year lease.

Now, that’s a long time but considering that Spaz still has 5 or 6 years left in school, I was fine with it.

Then the hard part came.. the application.

When you own your own business, it’s kind of hard to prove your income. Especially since ours is a relatively new business and we told draw actual pay checks. Also, we don’t use credit. I explained that both our credits tanked after our divorces and he was fine with it. In speaking to him, we found out that he was also a Christian of deep faith and him and Chief talked and gave witness and all that while I was getting eaten up by mosquitoes.

We left and I felt surprisingly ok. Not anxious.. not impatient.. it’s going to be what it’s going to be.

The following day I received a call from their office and the woman I spoke to just wanted to go over a few things on our application. I told her that I would be able to fax her over our tax returns for income verification and that regardless of whether it was a yes or a no, I needed to know by the  end of the month at the earliest or beginning of the month at the latest because I would need to give my current landlord 30 days notice.

She said that, for her, it was a go.. she just had to let the owner give his ok.

We got excited but when I emailed her the tax forms, I asked her to email me back saying that we had the house so that there were no misunderstandings.

I didn’t hear back from that day and the nothing the next day and I started to panic. This was around the time that Weed got arrested and I was trying to figure out where we were going to get an additional 1400.00 for the security deposit.. and I didn’t want to start off things in a bad way with the new landlord.

So driving home from my mom’s the second night we hadn’t heard anything about the house, I had such pressure on my chest about the whole money situation that I told Chief that I was going to back out. He lives by the credo that God will provide for him.. I believe that also, but I happen to think that God wants you to be a little proactive and A LOT responsible.

So I emailed the woman the next day and told her that there was a recent personal situation that occured the day before that may or may not impact our financial status and that I didn’t think it was responsible to sign a new lease just in case our finances were impacted.

I then emailed the guy and explained further about the problems with Weed.. that he had been arrested again and that this time, we may have to have to take him in. Doing that would mean that the new house would be too small and that we would be spending more for utilities and food, etc.

I may have used Weed as an excuse but I wanted to cover our bases and not look like screw up. To me, I think it came across as two people who were fiscally responsible.

I never heard from the woman, but did hear from the guy. He wrote me and told me that he had a friend who specialized in kids like Weed and perhaps we could get him involved in this program.

And that was that. Nothing more on the house.

Fast foward to about two weeks ago and out of the blue, the guy called Chief at the store and asked him why we had backed out. Chief was honest with him about Weed. Funny, because I never told Chief that I had emailed the guy and explained that his son was a junkie fuck up. But yknow.. the truth is always the best road to travel.

The guy said that they were having trouble finding renters for the house for one reason or another and the owner kept referring back to us and why we didn’t want it. He then asked Chief if he would be willing to rent the house for 1250.oo a month.

OMG!! Are you KIDDING me??

So Chief.. all nonchalant.. said yea. Of course. So the guy said he would talk to the owner again and to have faith.

Didn’t hear anything else about it and every once in a while the thought would cross my mind but again .. it is what it is.

Today, Chief let me sleep late so I didn’t get to the store until 11. When I walked in there was a guy standing there talking to Chief. He said HI LEESE! HOW ARE YOU! .. and honestly, I didn’t know who the hell he was. So I said FINE and went about my business and then it hit.

It’s the GUY.. the one who showed us the house.

He said he stopped by because he  lost our number.. and that the house still isn’t rented. The owner, apparently, is a little unsure about whether to rent it to us because he can’t pull a credit history on us. So I think he stopped by to make sure what we said was on the up and up.

I told him that we weren’t actively looking at other houses and when / if the owner makes up his mind he’ll know where to find us. So it still looks like the house is on the table but again, I refuse to get my hopes up about it or make plans about it or not about it or whatever because I can’t make this guy change his mind. I can’t make him take a leap of faith and I can’t move in to a house until it’s meant for me to move in it.

Thinking that way is really a huge burden off one’s shoulders..

So who knows.. we might be moving out of chatteau ghetto soon!!

.. I was cleaning out a box that has been sitting in the back of my station wagon since July.

I know.. please don’t get on me about it. I am well aware that as OCD I am about keeping my house clean, my car looks like a homeless person lives there.

Anyway, I happen to come across a flash drive that I forgot I had and when I investigated the content, I found pictures of my old house after I had remodeled it.

So I’m going to post them just to give you some idea on the conditions that I’m USED to living in and why the house I live in know.. and the people I live with now just completely torque my ass.

A few things before I put the pictures up:

The Spawn From Satan’s Ass was no better at not being a slob. He firmly believed that cleaning was a woman’s responsibility even though THIS particular woman worked 16 hours a day, 5 days a week while HE was home doing absolutely nothing but messing the place up. With that said, it was much easier cleaning up after 1 then 3. A point I made to Chief during one of our very first arguments about the condition of the house and how his kids just don’t give a fuck about anything.

The decor will probably make you shiver.. unless you are Italian and raised in an old-school Italian environment :: which both me and the Spawn From Satan’s Ass were :: Everything is grapes and Tuscan. Mind you.. this was about 4 or 5 years ago so cut me some slack!! LOL!! Beside, I had no velvet paintings of Frank Sinatra.. no plastic seat covers and no wall statues of the Boy from Brussels with oil dripping down the sides simulating rain.

The Dining Room.. Still have the chairs that the kids ruined. How the fuck they can ruin iron chairs is beyond me but the suede covers is an easy guess

This glass top table was bought at BJ’s for something ridiculous like 280.00. Mind you, it took me MONTHS to save the money but I adored this table. Sadly, the table was left at the house when I was finally able to move my shit out because Chief never found the time to help me retrieve it.

Everyone laughed when I told them I was painting the walls yellow but what can I say .. it rocked.

I also laid the ceramic tile floor myself after waiting 3 years and getting tired of having 15 boxes of tiles stacked in the middle of the room. The Spawn From Satan’s Ass liked to believe he was “handy” but .. yea.. not in the least!

The Kitchen .. Don't think you'll be able to see all the GRAPE motiff!!

Ok.. so I’m a little embarrassed that this looks so messy but it was taken at the end of the day when the WHOLE DAY was devoted to remodeling so just excuse the mess.

The kitchen was called an Air Light kitchen or something like that. Basically because it was off to the side and doesn’t have a window. My house was a raised ranch meaning that the two story dwelling had two bedrooms, bath, living room, dining room and kitchen on the second floor. The first floor had the family room, garage, laundry room, powder room and office. The dining room was directly across from the kitchen. The cabinets were trashed when I moved in so I had gotten a few cans of that stone speckle paint and new knobs. I have to say it looked WAY better in person then in this picture.

Kitchen Floor

The kitchen floor was also ceramic tile .. it was a really light grey-ish blue and looked like clouds. The kitchen wasn’t suppose to be an “eat in” one, but I had had this table that had benches instead of chairs and it fit perfect. The table had a mock butcher block that was great when I wa rolling out pasta or cookie dough. I used the second bench that came with the set on the outside of the wall.. as you can see on the right side of the picture.

Small Bedroom

The only thing I did to this room was paper it .. which you can’t see.. and tile the floor.. which you really can’t see. It was all in shades of grey, blue and brown.. hence the color of the valance.

The tile I used here was actually tile that’s usually used in gift shops or doctor’s offices. It’s triple something or other .. don’t remember.. but it went down beautifully. I had ripped out the radiator cover thing and hadn’t replaced it when I took this picture. This became the Spawn From Satan’s Ass’ domain after it was so damn obvious that our marriage was over.

Steps coming up from the front door into the living room / dining room area

This is a great idea if you have some steps that need to have something done to it but aren’t used alot.

Since we generally entered the house through the garage, these steps were only used when company came over. Originally carpeted, they looked like shit when the carpet was removed. So basically all I did was put a few coats of paint on the steps and found a border that matched the decor and glued it to the raisers. It looked pretty awesome and was really cheap to do.

God, I loved this room!

This was my living room. And OMG.. I get sooooo sad when I look at this picture because I loved this room sooo much.

Definitely Italian, don’t you think?

The mural was eight big sections of wall paper that was really too big for the wall but me and my mom made it fit without losing any of the feel. My mom rocks. She did a great job! The desk that you really can’t see in the lower right hand corner was from Ikea and sat right against the railing of the steps .. if you’re standing where this picture is taken and turn left, you’d see the dining room so that’s basically how the house was laid out. What wasn’t over the fire place when I took the picture was a huge branch wreath that my mom was busy hot-gluing with flowers and stuff that matched all my colors.

NOTE: I used to have pictures of the master bedroom and bathroom and rest of the house but yknow.. I didn’t leave on the best of terms and a lot of stuff got destroyed or trashed by him so .. it is what it is.

So that’s about it .. after the trip down memory lane, I’m kinda depressed so I’m going to go eat the roll of SweetTarts I found in my handbag!!!