Hoo boy...

Scott and I are buying a house. Probably. It's actually a townhouse in nearby Frederick, and it's quite a fixer-upper, but it's cheap. And it might be ours.

To make a long story short, we happened upon a listing (link may not work for very long!) for a townhouse near our friends' place. We went to see it, contacted a real estate agent, got approved and made an offer. The offer was rejected, but a counter offer was accepted. Now we are waiting, though I'm not sure what for. I was told there may be an inspection this weekend, and we might close in a couple of weeks or so.

This is the best part: the house comes with a great story. And by great I mean terrible, but amusing to me nonetheless. The house was built in 2006, and was purchased as an investment property. The owner rented it out, but (unbeknown to him) his tenants were drug dealers. Awesome. These lovely people trashed the place in an unholy way. Eventually the police showed up at their door- with a battering ram, by the looks of the dent in the front door. They were evicted or went to jail or something, after not paying the rent for several months. The owner found himself upside down on a mortgage he had no means of paying, and has been trying desperately to unload this property ever since. The house has been on the market for 282 days or so, as nobody apparently wants to buy a crack house, even if it is only 3 years old. The bank is about to foreclose.

Then come Scott and I. Always willing to profit from others' misfortune, we want to buy the crack house. It needs some love, but structurally it is fine. With a good scrubbing, new carpet/flooring, and a fresh coat of paint, it could be perfect. We are pretty freaking excited. Wish us luck... if we get it, there will be pictures soon.

Saturdays are Fun

Today was a good day. It was filled with cookies and football- what more could a girl ask for? Ok, so maybe I went a bit nutty with the cookies...

I made two batches, or approximately 10 dozen cookies, and don't plan on sharing with anyone but my husband. I don't care how fat I get. I fucking love cookies- especially homemade chocolate chip cookies.

While I was making them, I watched the Packers win. Now, I'm from IL so there is a chance an angry mob of Bears fans will come lynch me for saying this, but... I just love Bret Favre. He embodies everything professional athletes should be. He truly loves the sport, he's been with his team for 16 years, and he epitomizes good sportsmanship. And the guy just kicks ass. I heart him, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy to see him succeed.

And my little man has been keeping me company all day while the husband has been out and about. He got a big tin full of treats for Christmas, and he loves them so much- I might be giving him too many, too often. He's getting to be a real sausage. But with a face like this, who could resist?

This past week I started working out, and it just made me exhausted and sore. Sleeping in this morning never felt so good! I can't wait to sleep in again tomorrow.