Tuesday has arrived. Another too-short, busy busy day at work. I have a customer coming for a visit on Friday, and there is a TON to do before she gets here, as well as my regular work.
Kevin's been working 10+ hours a day, but I hope that's coming to an end, now. We get home, feed the kids, go through backpacks and do the homework thing, clean up the dinner mess, then plop ourselves down in front of the computers. I feel lazy, but I'm a country girl living in a townhouse without so much as my own yard. Dang, I need a house. I see Jim's pictures of his yard and tractors, I spend weekends at mom's, soaking up the country air, and it makes me hurt for a place in the country. Heck, a place in town would be great, if it had a nice yard.
We flushed our credit down the toilet a few years back, and it's slowly coming back. I hope to keep edging that credit score upwards, and look into buying a house soon. I want to mow a yard, I want to plant flowers, I want to build the kids a jungle gym...I want it ALL!
OK, enough whining. I'm only 36...maybe I'll grow up some day, and until then, let's have a good time!
2 comments:
Hold on to your dream!
Hey, you can come mow my yard.... I don't even ask for ya to pick up the grass clippings.... (it's a 1/2 acre in the middle of town....life could be worse, huh?) We don't appreciate it like we should, though....
Check the foreclosed housing list! That's how we got ours for cheap!!
~Amy
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