(front of our house)
Background of this post: A couple years ago in our area where we live there were many sightings of the local Sheriff's cars driving around. Apparently there were numerous meth/crack houses out here in the country.
Here is how a conversation went we me and a former co-worker who also lives out in this vicinity.
Co-worker: "Have you noticed all of the police cars driving around lately?"
Me: "Yes-I actually called the sheriff's department to ask them what is going on. They informed me that they are just "watching" our big country blocks because there have been reports of suspicious people and meth houses popping up."
Co-worker: "Oh-my-I have always thought there were some houses out our way. Hey- what about that house, where you go down past the creek, it has the fence, and horses in the pasture?"
Me: "Is there a little white house across the street from it?"
Co-worker: "Yeah-you know the one I am talking about?"
Me: "Well, yes I do--that is MY house!!"
Co-worker: "I REALLY like horses!"
Of course as soon as I got home from work I screamed at the hubby--OMG people think we live in a CRACK house!!! We NEED to get this place finished. He of course, in his typical calm manner said, "Really-wow that is funny!!"
This house, our house has been with us for my whole teenage and adult life. Doug along with his brothers and his dad lived here through their high school years. I was in high school when Doug and I starting dating. The first time I came here, frankly I thought to myself, OMG what is this place. It was 4 men that lived here--you can imagine. I soon realized this was the place that everyone came to when they had no where else to go. It was the place where we all partied in our high school years. It was the place that I spent many nights and weekends at. It was the place that I moved into when I was in my twenties. Doug and lived here until we bought the small house across the street. We lived there for many years-eventually we outgrew that house. Doug's dad lived in the BIG house across the street. The decision was made-we would switch houses. We swapped for awhile until we converted a shed on the property into a house for Doug's dad--we built a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom etc. He now lives on our property and we rent out our "little house across the street."
We came in full force with the inside, ripping out walls, building up new ones, totally redoing the upstairs. That was 5 years ago--we moved in before we were actually finished with everything. There is a TON that still needs to be done.
Normally, I am not the kind of person who really cares what other people think.
It CRACKED me up at the time---but for some reason now I don't find it so funny. It has been bothering me for some time now. Every once in awhile I keep replaying that conversation in my head. Reality is--this is my house--it is NOT a C R A C K house it is where me and my family live. It is where we eat our suppers, play games, snuggle on our couch, watch football, have movie nights, b-day parties, family bbq's, it is where my kids run and play, where they build forts in the hay mounds, look for bull frogs at the creek, sit in the big mud puddles that get created in our driveway every time it rains, it is where we cry, laugh, and lay our heads at night.
It will eventually get finished, I know, but I am being impatient. So this year I am hoping we are going to work hard at getting things done. I also know that I shouldn't care what people think but reality also is people do judge you by what your house looks like. I just want something I can take pride in. So someday my house will hopefully look like this.....
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