the only thing in a house that works is the owner...

so i bought this house. it was a foreclosure and needed some work. not the amount of work that some of the foreclosures i looked at needed, mostly cosmetic stuff. you know patch the walls and paint, clean up the yard and it'll be great!

well, that's what i thought at least. i could make a whole list of things the place needs, at least things that I want to do. for the first couple weeks i pressured myself to do as much as i could, and i did a lot. i would be here till 10:30 or so working on things after work and do it all over again the next day. i must have worked and worked on this place 50-60 hours a week for the first few weeks, and it was time well spent. i also blew through about $1600 without even thinking about it.

now i realize the only schedule i have is my own, and i am taking it a little easier, not to mention out of extra cash. i need to do things, fix the roof, but it will all happen in time. the one thing i won't do is let myself get sucked into the 15 year renovation plan like my father.

one thing i will fix is the central air. it konked out today and that really sucks. it's friggin hot.



i did get to see my dads today. i say "dads" because i have my paternal father and my step father. my mom has been re-married 18 years now, so larry has had a big part in my life. the obligatory trip to eddie's grill for footlongs, ice cream and people watching. it was a great time, then to lakeshore park to look at the classic cars.

i've decided i need to buy a toy, and think i'll move on an old MG i found that I could get for a steal.