A new sweetheart for Valentine's Day.

We are now a package deal ... until foreclosure do us part. It was on Valentine's Day, February 16th 2006, that I closed on my first home. Horror stories begone ... the whole process took about 45 minutes and then I owned my own chunk of this pebble we call Earth. My requirements were simple: wood floors, fireplace, garage (for my beloved '68 Impala) all wrapped up in one older package with character. After only several weeks of searching I came across what would later become known as "El Rancho" (for absolutely no good or interesting reason at all).

I packed up my belongings, kissed JC3PO, ultra bachelor pad deluxe that looked like a technocolor porn set, and headed from Midtown to out-of-town. My new abode is a ranch home built in 1950 with approximately 1600 sq. ft. of living space, a work shed, and a large, detached 2 car garage. At the time of purchase it had exactly zero curb appeal and looked like this:
















Drab, drab, drab. Boring colors and futile landscaping. The fun continues inside.

Living room:



Off-white trim. Whiteish-grey paint. Cream colored carpet (covering the hardwoods).