so, tomorrow the expedition heads out again, the hunt continues. my party will consist of our guide, mom, dad, and myself as we seek out the rare and unusual gems of fixer upper homes. i'll be armed with my check book ready to take down the right trophy. i am loaded, pr-approved, and ready for action. i want to move already, but when you're trying to bring in a beast larger than your wallet, and with my set on a creature near down town... it takes time to seek out all the options, and search through all the hiding places of such static beasts.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
an outlet
house hunting! aww fuck. it's the story of my life right now. i saw one house with a roaring waterfall, and a deep pool, only one problem it was in the basement... flooding the house from a water main break. one house had an art mural covering the doors of a two car garage... just not sure which gang it was advertising. another house i ran out gagging for air, another the spiders were bigger than my dog, there was a fun house with tilting doors and many with chimneys that lead no where.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I did't fall, again.
hurray! i didn't fall, and even though i changed up what i had planned to do and stripped to my girl clothes earlier i think it went rather well. i performed last night, came out in the gas mask and cape at the top left, then removed the cape to a hair piece i made and moved around creepilly to KMFDM's material girl, my hair piece lit up with lights i hid inside the tubular crin, then off when the coat, and off went the vest allowing the big bustle black and white skirt i had hidden to fall to the ground. well, not quite to the ground... i was wearing my 'monster boots' making me about 6' 2''. i left the gas mask on for a little bit and then pulled that off throwing it down and out fell my green hair (see other photo). so there i was left with my bra corset and a long skirt, heavily made up eyes and girly curly hair from what was a rather industrial monster. as i waiting to go on, trying to hide behind the stage area near the bathrooms, every other person would give me a thumbs up or do a double take and give a very strange look. a girl in the front cowered and a little voice in my head went "hurray!". i wanted to go from grunge to glam, and it worked. people came up complimenting me, saying when my dress fell it was like magic. the voice in my head cheered again.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
what do you see?
so i've noticed most blogs have pictures. either of something someone is ranting about, or something they are showing off, or pointing out something they want. since this is normally random postings here's some random pictures, so you can see into my life.
at the homestead...
it's wick! and myself, dressed to impress in red 2 weeks ago, and wick and I 4 or 5 years ago.
it's wick! and myself, dressed to impress in red 2 weeks ago, and wick and I 4 or 5 years ago.
some of my favorite people ever! from left: david, (me), anna, meg.
i like to make stuff. some toys i painted and packaged.
Monday, September 13, 2010
holy crap, house hunting
well crap in a hand basket.
i'm in lust with a house. i'm waiting biting my nails as my offer goes in, trying to keep my lust from falling into love. i've seen the craziest things, heard the craziest stories from people trying to buy a home, so i'm nervous, but in total lust with this house. it's not the best neighborhood... but it's turning around. every other house looks like a freshly painted doll house, but every house between that looks like a paint peeling trash heap. it is exactly what i'm looking for though... just location is the only drawback, and the location isn't even that bad, in relation to downtown, but it is further from family. i'm nervous but each time i've gone to look at it and step inside it just feels like home, comfortable and cozy. the yard is my perfect size, tiny. along with the cozy tiny house. there's even a rather creepy cellar under one of the bedrooms, and it makes me love the house more. i could have a wine cellar of ten dollar bottles of wine, and tell creepy ghost stories and challenge friends to go down. the house is over 100 years old, room for lots of ghost stories. there's even a funny doghouse, the right size for my dog built onto the back of the house... my dog would never go in it, but it's there to welcome her home, hopefully.
this house i kept running back to, it was the second house i looked at, but since it was so early i wanted to keep looking especially being so nervous about a first place, so i kept looking.
the next house was just weird, they had converted it to an office type building and were trying to re-sell it back as a house, there was room on room, and no closets anywhere, the fridge was not in the large kitchen, and the stairs lead to a scary basement with no windows. next house sat on it's lot side ways squished between apartment building it was rather large, but just didn't really flow and it just wasn't right, and so dark. next house i think they may have used to film ATTACK OF THE GIANT SPIDERS! they were the size of my dog, and i screamed at one in the bathroom that surprised me. my realtor then checking the windows and water managed to get a window stuck open and the toilet running so after a quick phone call we ran away. next house, an open house, was really nice, just not for me, carry on. next two for sale next to each other, walk in the first okay, it's a one bedroom with a giant hole in the wall to the main room, it was an office, and that was it. next door, bigger, neat architectural detail but what is that smell? as we walked straight back i started to feel sick and ran out of the house behind my realtor coughing. as we drove away we did notice new business oportunities, an odvious drug deal to the right, and an art gallery to the left, large graffiti spots currently being added to, it would have also had a view if there wasn't a trucking industrial busiess accross the street... so we ran back to the house i have my eye on. i walked in, and it was cozy and nice again, so welcoming after the previous houses. it's not perfect, but it's not horrible... and for what i want to pay its great.
so here i am... biting my nails...
i'm in lust with a house. i'm waiting biting my nails as my offer goes in, trying to keep my lust from falling into love. i've seen the craziest things, heard the craziest stories from people trying to buy a home, so i'm nervous, but in total lust with this house. it's not the best neighborhood... but it's turning around. every other house looks like a freshly painted doll house, but every house between that looks like a paint peeling trash heap. it is exactly what i'm looking for though... just location is the only drawback, and the location isn't even that bad, in relation to downtown, but it is further from family. i'm nervous but each time i've gone to look at it and step inside it just feels like home, comfortable and cozy. the yard is my perfect size, tiny. along with the cozy tiny house. there's even a rather creepy cellar under one of the bedrooms, and it makes me love the house more. i could have a wine cellar of ten dollar bottles of wine, and tell creepy ghost stories and challenge friends to go down. the house is over 100 years old, room for lots of ghost stories. there's even a funny doghouse, the right size for my dog built onto the back of the house... my dog would never go in it, but it's there to welcome her home, hopefully.
this house i kept running back to, it was the second house i looked at, but since it was so early i wanted to keep looking especially being so nervous about a first place, so i kept looking.
the next house was just weird, they had converted it to an office type building and were trying to re-sell it back as a house, there was room on room, and no closets anywhere, the fridge was not in the large kitchen, and the stairs lead to a scary basement with no windows. next house sat on it's lot side ways squished between apartment building it was rather large, but just didn't really flow and it just wasn't right, and so dark. next house i think they may have used to film ATTACK OF THE GIANT SPIDERS! they were the size of my dog, and i screamed at one in the bathroom that surprised me. my realtor then checking the windows and water managed to get a window stuck open and the toilet running so after a quick phone call we ran away. next house, an open house, was really nice, just not for me, carry on. next two for sale next to each other, walk in the first okay, it's a one bedroom with a giant hole in the wall to the main room, it was an office, and that was it. next door, bigger, neat architectural detail but what is that smell? as we walked straight back i started to feel sick and ran out of the house behind my realtor coughing. as we drove away we did notice new business oportunities, an odvious drug deal to the right, and an art gallery to the left, large graffiti spots currently being added to, it would have also had a view if there wasn't a trucking industrial busiess accross the street... so we ran back to the house i have my eye on. i walked in, and it was cozy and nice again, so welcoming after the previous houses. it's not perfect, but it's not horrible... and for what i want to pay its great.
so here i am... biting my nails...
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
from kc with love
laying sprawled out on this big green couch, a fan blowing my hair tickling my face. the house is quiet. I always forget about Kansas city air, its thick, makes my skin feel thick. when I lived here it I got used to it and my skin was great, but for visiting i feel gross all over.
I drove in on a whim, drove through the night Saturday to Sunday. I miss my friends when I'm in Colorado, but I love the city of Denver & while o love my friends here, I'm not a fan of the city of Kansas city. i like hugs & laughs so I'm stocking up while I'm here before I drive through the night again.
I drove in on a whim, drove through the night Saturday to Sunday. I miss my friends when I'm in Colorado, but I love the city of Denver & while o love my friends here, I'm not a fan of the city of Kansas city. i like hugs & laughs so I'm stocking up while I'm here before I drive through the night again.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
can i do this?
so... i have a meeting today after work, with my mortgage lady. i'm moving to getting pre-approved, so when i do find the right place i can jump on it!
i'm young and scared a little, so i just want to make sure everything is ready to go for me to make an offer on a house. there's one i've been watching... it's too high right now, which sure they put a lot of love into it... but it's only a one bedroom. i'm hoping they're ready to come down in price, i'm going to try to see it this weekend. its hard for me, soon as i step in a place i can see all the potential, what i can do with any place and i have to hold myself back and figure out what really is a good investment and what i can do with out going too over board.
it's exciting though. i've always wanted my own home... i plan to take off work once i get a place, i have vacation time saved so i can paint the walls, then move all my stuff in, and finally, relax! my own place, home. that's it, no more moving, no more landlords, mine, me. i'm the one that cares about the house, maintenance and condition. i won't have to move, and i won't have to walk away from a house i love.
i still miss my kansas city house, it's been town down, but that is what i want here. this time i'll own it, and it won't become abandoned cause the owners went bankrupt and the city then came in and tore it down. that little house is the first place i lived that felt like a home, that warm fuzzy home feeling, but i didn't own it and it went away. i feel a little heart broken over it so this time it will be real, it will be mine, and no more white walls! i love white trim... hate, hate, hate white walls!!! i know that is a silly reason to get excited for owning a place, but for me it will be so nice, that's what really makes it feel home claiming your walls.
6.5 more hours till i meet with mortgage lady for the application process... i have all my papers ready to go. i'm so excited and nervous but in a good way. i've always wanted a house, my house, and even though i think i'll travel and live in other cities, if i'm going to buy anywhere i want it to be in my home town. this way i will always have a place here and am invested in my home town. if i'm buying property anywhere i want it to be here. especially since with the market i plan to have it for at least 10 years, ideally i'll keep it forever and maybe buy more houses far down the road.
i'm young and scared a little, so i just want to make sure everything is ready to go for me to make an offer on a house. there's one i've been watching... it's too high right now, which sure they put a lot of love into it... but it's only a one bedroom. i'm hoping they're ready to come down in price, i'm going to try to see it this weekend. its hard for me, soon as i step in a place i can see all the potential, what i can do with any place and i have to hold myself back and figure out what really is a good investment and what i can do with out going too over board.
it's exciting though. i've always wanted my own home... i plan to take off work once i get a place, i have vacation time saved so i can paint the walls, then move all my stuff in, and finally, relax! my own place, home. that's it, no more moving, no more landlords, mine, me. i'm the one that cares about the house, maintenance and condition. i won't have to move, and i won't have to walk away from a house i love.
i still miss my kansas city house, it's been town down, but that is what i want here. this time i'll own it, and it won't become abandoned cause the owners went bankrupt and the city then came in and tore it down. that little house is the first place i lived that felt like a home, that warm fuzzy home feeling, but i didn't own it and it went away. i feel a little heart broken over it so this time it will be real, it will be mine, and no more white walls! i love white trim... hate, hate, hate white walls!!! i know that is a silly reason to get excited for owning a place, but for me it will be so nice, that's what really makes it feel home claiming your walls.
6.5 more hours till i meet with mortgage lady for the application process... i have all my papers ready to go. i'm so excited and nervous but in a good way. i've always wanted a house, my house, and even though i think i'll travel and live in other cities, if i'm going to buy anywhere i want it to be in my home town. this way i will always have a place here and am invested in my home town. if i'm buying property anywhere i want it to be here. especially since with the market i plan to have it for at least 10 years, ideally i'll keep it forever and maybe buy more houses far down the road.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
let's do this again soon
in the last week and a half i've been busy, and happy... maybe the two are linked. tuesday i met a friend at a bar against my better judgement since i had work the next day and a show i'd been planning on going to but i did it anyways and the next day i had the hang-over to prove a night well spent with friends. the hang-over stuck around till show time, i arrived at a friend's near the venue and took a shot of whiskey. when the doors opened we sat at the bar and i started on sweet tea bourbon, the devil by the way if you've never met.
i love sweet tea bourbon on the rocks, nuff said.
bands running late, people running late the bar nearly empty as i knocked back two drinks saying hi to the few random people i recognized.
show time. another drink.
the band rocked, and i was feeling my drinks, trying to savor this one. during the next band, one of my favorites of all time, the cliks, my friend and i started talking about the opening band that was standing near by, she commented on the drummer so i said go talk to her, she wouldn't so i did, and made a friend. an IBB... international bourbon buddy. upon talking about canada, and whiskey i asked her if she'd tried the sweet tea bourbon... with the answer no i bought her one of her own as i knocked back another one. i bounced between talking, and sitting with my slightly annoying companion which i don't know who changed for the better. before i'd never talk to strangers let alone keep abandoning the person i showed up with to go dance since she was being a party pooper. before the third band, my friend wanted to leave so i fallowed... sounded like a good idea... i had more than i had planned.
i woke up the next morning and when i made it outside i found my truck on top of a tow truck. he gave it back! i love life when people are nice cause they can be. he even asked to buy me dinner, i was flattered but turned him down.
from the tow truck guy giving my truck back and even hitting on me i was flying high with just happiness the rest of the day, hell, i probably still am. i was so scared of watching someone drive off with my truck i was so relieved when i got it back, it felt re-newed. i love people again.
thursday night, caught up on true blood and napped with my dog.
friday, tea party. i picked up a friend on my home from work, we were heading to a mutual friend's tea party. i put on a steam punk outfit, i figured it was fitting... i however did not figure i'd be in it till 4am... but it was an amazing night.
i had a cup of tea, pinky out, then at dusk some of walked to the liquor store. i bought two bottles, neither being the sweet tea bourbon i still wanted more of so i bought some other tea flavored beverages. i had a few drinks from the mix, watched the girls around me keep challenging each other to wrestling matches. i have no idea where the second bottle of hard stuff went. then my phone rang a friend i haven't seen in too long was there, to pick me up... seeing as i was yes intoxicated at this point.
i had only recently learned he had begun to transition and i was so excited to see him. with his room mates/new little family/ the couple whose basement he now lives in, we went to a diner. the wire in my bra had broken through so i reached my hand in, pulled it out and handed it to him. i'm still trying to figure out why i did that, but it made me and the table giggle. then after food, off to the lesbian bar next door, two more drinks!
bar close.
to their house, we sat out in the garage till 4am talking, i sometimes crying while listening. then crash a few hours. wake up get dropped off back at my truck drive home. crash again. wake up mid day head to the parents. play with lily, the 10 month baby in the family... i'm not around them much but i do like kids/babies. it was so nice to play with her, and went back home, just relaxed and happy.
the house search: sunday my realtor calls me, we can go look at this new house i had spotted. sadly it was perfect, everything... except the roof. offers closed the next day at noon, it just wasn't meant to be.
tried to continue reading gender outlaw... fell asleep. txt message, come to party! okay i did, and it was great. i stayed outside the whole time, it was just a nice night. talking and beer from a keg, i don't think i've ever done that actually.
monday recovery.
wake up, home, work.... now.
this work day is almost done, then it's back home, clean, sleep. wake-up, work, home, meeting with my mortgage lady for my mortgage application. i'm excited and scared. i have everything together... but it makes the house hunt so real. i could be a home-owner soon! i'm rather excited... everything just feels good. still no idea really of where i'm going but after the last week it doesn't matter right now, i'm just enjoying it. it will be nice to have a house though... it makes me feel productive. i haven't had a real home feeling since my little blue house in kc... i loved that place but it was a rental and in kc... i had to leave it. the city tore it down, and i miss it. so i'm looking for my little denver house. wish me luck.
xoxo.
i love sweet tea bourbon on the rocks, nuff said.
bands running late, people running late the bar nearly empty as i knocked back two drinks saying hi to the few random people i recognized.
show time. another drink.
the band rocked, and i was feeling my drinks, trying to savor this one. during the next band, one of my favorites of all time, the cliks, my friend and i started talking about the opening band that was standing near by, she commented on the drummer so i said go talk to her, she wouldn't so i did, and made a friend. an IBB... international bourbon buddy. upon talking about canada, and whiskey i asked her if she'd tried the sweet tea bourbon... with the answer no i bought her one of her own as i knocked back another one. i bounced between talking, and sitting with my slightly annoying companion which i don't know who changed for the better. before i'd never talk to strangers let alone keep abandoning the person i showed up with to go dance since she was being a party pooper. before the third band, my friend wanted to leave so i fallowed... sounded like a good idea... i had more than i had planned.
i woke up the next morning and when i made it outside i found my truck on top of a tow truck. he gave it back! i love life when people are nice cause they can be. he even asked to buy me dinner, i was flattered but turned him down.
from the tow truck guy giving my truck back and even hitting on me i was flying high with just happiness the rest of the day, hell, i probably still am. i was so scared of watching someone drive off with my truck i was so relieved when i got it back, it felt re-newed. i love people again.
thursday night, caught up on true blood and napped with my dog.
friday, tea party. i picked up a friend on my home from work, we were heading to a mutual friend's tea party. i put on a steam punk outfit, i figured it was fitting... i however did not figure i'd be in it till 4am... but it was an amazing night.
i had a cup of tea, pinky out, then at dusk some of walked to the liquor store. i bought two bottles, neither being the sweet tea bourbon i still wanted more of so i bought some other tea flavored beverages. i had a few drinks from the mix, watched the girls around me keep challenging each other to wrestling matches. i have no idea where the second bottle of hard stuff went. then my phone rang a friend i haven't seen in too long was there, to pick me up... seeing as i was yes intoxicated at this point.
i had only recently learned he had begun to transition and i was so excited to see him. with his room mates/new little family/ the couple whose basement he now lives in, we went to a diner. the wire in my bra had broken through so i reached my hand in, pulled it out and handed it to him. i'm still trying to figure out why i did that, but it made me and the table giggle. then after food, off to the lesbian bar next door, two more drinks!
bar close.
to their house, we sat out in the garage till 4am talking, i sometimes crying while listening. then crash a few hours. wake up get dropped off back at my truck drive home. crash again. wake up mid day head to the parents. play with lily, the 10 month baby in the family... i'm not around them much but i do like kids/babies. it was so nice to play with her, and went back home, just relaxed and happy.
the house search: sunday my realtor calls me, we can go look at this new house i had spotted. sadly it was perfect, everything... except the roof. offers closed the next day at noon, it just wasn't meant to be.
tried to continue reading gender outlaw... fell asleep. txt message, come to party! okay i did, and it was great. i stayed outside the whole time, it was just a nice night. talking and beer from a keg, i don't think i've ever done that actually.
monday recovery.
wake up, home, work.... now.
this work day is almost done, then it's back home, clean, sleep. wake-up, work, home, meeting with my mortgage lady for my mortgage application. i'm excited and scared. i have everything together... but it makes the house hunt so real. i could be a home-owner soon! i'm rather excited... everything just feels good. still no idea really of where i'm going but after the last week it doesn't matter right now, i'm just enjoying it. it will be nice to have a house though... it makes me feel productive. i haven't had a real home feeling since my little blue house in kc... i loved that place but it was a rental and in kc... i had to leave it. the city tore it down, and i miss it. so i'm looking for my little denver house. wish me luck.
xoxo.
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