Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Oh Fuck Me

Operation Massive Barfage ended in Massive Barfage. We didn't get the house. I think we may have actually had the highest bid, but some motherfucker put down ALL CASH and because we don't do it mafia style, we lost. I've been so depressed ever since. That house was meant to be mine, bitches!

Moving on. We are now in escrow on a different house in my beloved community. End of story, no?


I don't love the house. It's nice, but it's not Operation Massive Barfage house. It just doesn't even compare. Mr. FGD likes it much more than I do, but even he doesn't love it.

We were all set to settle, thinking that this would just be another stepping stone until we could have our McMuthaFuckinMansion on the beach, when Mr. FGD, sneakily looking at casas in beach towns behind my back, found a house he insisted on dragging me to go see.

Don't get me wrong, I like the beach. I love the cooler temps there than living a little bit more inland OC, but come onnnnn, beach towns are so, like, older than where we are now. I like the new shit, people. I am not a 1970s house kind of girl.

So with extremely low expectations, Mr. FGD drove me out to subject beach town. I was cringing, literally cringing, as we were driving through some side streets. Despite being able to see the ocean, these houses were like, not from this decade. Some were in great condition, but then you have those chumps that apparently like shack-living, and don't do shit to take care of their houses.

I was mid-anxiety attack when we pulled up to the house. It's on a small cul-de-sac, and while the houses are definitely not of this decade, they were at least well taken care of. I took a deep breath, and followed Mr. FGD and our Realtor in.

I was pleasantly surprised.

It's not perfect, but it's pretty nice. There's no pool, but there's at least plenty of room in the backyard to put in a pool.

So I caved, people. Mr. FGD was hopping around like a bank camp geek with a new instrument looking at me with sad, pleading eyes. Considering our other option is a house we are both less than ecstatic about, I sighed dramatically and said we could put in an offer.

So now we wait. At least it's not bank-owned so we should find out pretty soon.

I'm just a tad in panic attack mode about the thought of leaving a community/area I ADORE to a beach town I know absolutely nothing about. No HOAs!! Ok yay about not having to pay them, but how the hell will I survive without the HOA-Nazis leaving nasty notes about a leaf out of place on the driveway? How will I survive without the chi chi dog park just blocks away?

I am mildly freaking out here, homies.

9 Comments, shout outs, and other gold diggin' love:

amber said...

Oh, that house is really gorgeous, too! I'm sorry the other one didn't work out, but I hope this one does. :)

weezermonkey said...

Looks nice to me.

dapotato said...

nice! the bear would kill to live in that "beach town," but it's too far south for me.

ssinca said...

you kill me. I'm sad you have to slum it at the beach, hopefully you'll learn to adapt.

Ann Marie said...

All I needed to hear was "beach town" in order to give this place the thumbs up.

Winnie said...

Dude, you're gonna have the beach! Why do you even need a pool at this house? This house looks nice, too. I think Mr. FGD did a good job finding this place :)

Insomniac said...

I like it. I like the beach. Sorry, I'm on team Mr. FGD on this one.

wan-nabe said...

i sure wouldn't turn this house down.

of course, that comes from someone who's currently in a shitty little 2-bedroom apartment waaaaaay inland.

erynn said...

it's cute! I love the dark wood floors but the mirror in t he bathroom is cracking me up. I can just see Mr. FGD bending his knees at the mirror to look at himself.

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