Ok.. So where do I begin? Well, the house in Jackson, our bid did not go through. Odly enough too. But as always everything seems to be happening for reasons around here. I looked at a house just down the road from where we are staying now. Ithought it was going to be a bigger dump then what it was. Carol the realtor talked me into looking at it. This realtor is my favorite. She is a fistey little old grandma at 72 years old. She smokes and has that raspy voice. Lol. The best thing about her is she knows her stuff. And to make things even better when she is around my father, and his questions start coming, she doesn’t answer him all the time (she represents the sellers always) she will then tell me her true opinion the next day. Being a young and inacent gril comes in handy with Carol. But as always, take what a realtor says with a grain for salt. So anyways, this house needs A LOT of work. I talked to the neighbors and got the REAL story on the house…and well we wont tell mom all of that. ;) The neighbors are great. Dick and Bev (mid 60’s) are on one side, an older gentilmen on the other side, and then Scott and his wife across the street. (My parents age) When I told dad about the house, he wasn’t too sure about it either. When all of this started dad didn’t want a house that would need much work, and the plan was we would build later on and rent out or sell the house we are getting now. But, this is a brick ranch with a nice yard, older tries, and on a nice road in the prime location for my parents. Close to 94, the mall, dad’s work yet out of city limits, no trafic and peaceful. Dad and I went through the house, and he too feel in love with it as I had. It isn’t big at all, bigger then the hosue through Grandma thankfuly! But nothing compaired to the house we are in now. But that is the point of this, downsizing for mom and dad’s health.
Friday, dad and I went and viewed it so I could take pictures for mom. Dad talked to the neighbors and he too loves them. Scott came out when he saw my me and my dad with out a realator thinking we bought it. And while we were standing in the driveway talking, Dick and Bev returned from where ever and it was so cute. They were giving us thumbs up and all happy and exited, also thinking we bought it. And as soon as they parked they came over to talk to us. They are just a hoot, they both talk to you at the same time, and you don’t know who to listen to, who to look at let alone what to even respond too! But they don’t care, they just want to talk and become friends. It reminds me of the people up at Wart Lake.
Ok, so I know I’m going into detail about some things, and no one really cares…but this is my journal after all…. And that is what it was when I started it a year ago, not a way of updating people of what has been going on. But things change…and it still is my journal but only my friends can see those…. And as you can see my friends aren’t to many. Hmm maybe I don’t have any… lol one would think.
Well, this is enough for now… I will go on and on later.