Today I decided to do my routine backwards… I went to the gym, cleaned,lunch, THEN worked. It was a novel concept until I realized that it was nearly 9 and I was still working. Don’t mind that I took an hour for dinner. I got much done and now I added a new twist… I think I found a house.
Wendy and I went to look at a house today. The one I wanted to see was absolutely terrible. The kitchen was all messed up and it felt like a rental. Why would I move out of a rental to pay WAY more to own a rental looking house. No thank you. Well I mentioned to Wendy, who is my realtor, that there was another house down the street that was for sale. It was the same asking price as the one we looked at, but way bigger. Well we decided to walk down to see it and low and behold it was empty. Not only was it empty, it was a foreclosure. Neat.
We looked at the house and it was weird. The previous owner decided he wanted to play shop right in the family room. He installed a window store front complete with a shop door. I’m not sure if he was cooking meth or just a little nutty. Anyway, that has to go. Minus some paint and some carpet cleaning, the house is in pretty good shape. Wendy told me that I could get a good deal on it, so I have decided to go for it.
SNAG
So the upside of being self-employed is the tax advantage. The downside is trying to get a house loan. It’s is nearly impossible to explain to bankers the nature of how my pay operates. I’m so tired of explaining the whole thing over and over again. I’m just want to say… damn it, look at my credit score! I am not going to freaking default… I never have! Give me the damn check! It’s just frustrating.
Tonight I was sore from all the running I’ve been doing lately. I walked across the street to the gym, hot tubed and steamed. I came back feeling like a million bucks. Now, if I could cash my ass, I would have a house.
