Invasion of the New Neighbors

A few days since my last post, and I feel like I've been out of the loop. Sheesh!!

Yesterday, I came home from work to see Mom and Mr. Recommendation sitting in the driveway of their soon-to-be house. It was Inspection Day...the inspection scheduled for 3pm, but they came early to wait for the utility people to show up and turn everything on. Utility people suck. They give you the "We'll be there between 7am and 4pm" like people have nothing better to do than wait for them to show up. Bastards.

An inspection wasn't required because the house is being sold as-is, but they wanted it to make sure it wasn't a money pit. I stayed up a little, but my need for sleep won out so I went to my own house and went to bed.

When I came to, it was 4 in the afternoon and the inspection was in full swing. The inspector being the same guy who did my house a little over a year ago. The guy is still ridiculously hot...and ridiculously married. Rats!! He did remember my name when he heard who was referring. I'd like to think it's because of my sweet ass, but it's probably more for my unusual last name...and maybe a little because of my sweet ass. You'd better believe that if he hadn't been married, we would have had a date by the end of this week. I guarantee it.

At any rate, the inspection goes off without a hitch. The inspector is so thorough, that if anyone in the house had hemorrhoids, he would have found those also. Most of his findings were cosmetic in nature, and nothing serious. Mom still worries because when he rattles off his findings, it sounds like a lot.

Of the house...a nice, raised ranch with a big Great Room with a cathedral ceiling...kind of like mine. Same parquet flooring. Same kind of drop-in oven like what's in my house. Probably even built by the same builder. We deduce that the previous occupants had moved in sometime in 2003...and hadn't cleaned the carpets the entire time they lived there. The previous occupants were also victims of either being color blind, or just having poor taste. In every room was a different color of carpet, and all colors being fugly and date back to the 80's. There's some weird wall paper in the kitchen-dining room that make you think of the Easter Bunny.

Most people recoil when I mention my mother is moving next door. They voice doubt at having to live so close to their parents. Really, it's not a big deal to me. I feel better about having her closer, especially since I know she's collapsed on occasion when no one was there to help. At least with her closer, I will be able to keep an eye on her. It pays to have a nurse living right next door to you. Not to mention I benefit because I know exactly who my neighbors are, instead of Tweakers who want to set up "kitchen" in the basement. It's win-win for everyone.

Today, I am going to go out in the frigid temps (I wish Mother Nature would make up her mind already) and visit a couple home improvement stores in search for a new shower pan. The time is upon us to start remodeling the master bathroom. Right now, all I can decide on is the shower pan. As far as tiles, the sink, the vanity, and the faucets go, the jury is still out.