Hey, with shenanigans like this, why not share?

So, why did I choose now to start a blog? Welp, to tell you the truth, I finally have something others might find interesting going on in my life. I mean, I know the antics of my two mutts and the tomfoolery my friends and I come up with are often great conversation starters, but I figured that now that I have big kid prospects on the horizon, I might as well share it with my friends and fam.

So, I will get you up to speed, with the short version of it:

I am in the process of purchasing my first home. Yep, a home with my name on the title, no kind of co-signed stuff with my folks. I picked it out, fell in love and put in an offer. Now, that's not to say it is a dream house by any stretch of the imagination. Nope, it's a shack. But it will be my shack. And it's downtown. Close enough to my work to ride a bike or walk without having to call for a ride half way there. Oh, and the mere possibility of selling my car gets me giddy inside. I would LOVE to join the hordes of on-the-grid dudes and chickies who make their way around town without leaving giant carbon footprints and polluting the earth with tons and tons of carbon emissions. Needless to say, I'm stoked.

Here's the catch.... It's a short sale (collective sigh of despair). In laymen's terms, NOTHING will go as planned.

First, it took more than two months to get my measly offer accepted. Then, come to find out there were not one, but three surprise liens on the place. We have now gotten two taken care of, but as it turns out, the third one is the burden of the purchaser (little old me?!) upon sale of the property. The amount would be considered by some to be small, but $5k is a lot for a mid-20's "legislative assistant" like me. So the big decision comes: suck it up and pay for someone else's bad money management or forget about the place. So I am in the midst of making the big decision and I think all signs point to sucking it up and forking over the extra dough. It will be worth it, right? I guess my affinity for good wine will be put on hold for 12 packs of PBR this summer.

I can't help but mention that I am already getting out a big chunk of change to make repairs to the place, simply to make it livable and workable for my lifestyle.

But hey, we (the bf, mutts and I) will finally live downtown... Where the magic happens.... There are fun dog walks galore, awesome places for afternoon cocktail imbibing (if I ever have a spare dollar not going to home repairs) and great fun things to do all over this area. It really can't be beat. And with the recent awesome cruiser I received as the best xmas gift ever (thanks, Shupie!) I am ready to hit the road pedaling!

So this little experiment of online blabbing will be my way of sharing the ups and downs of homeownership (hopefully!) with those who might care, those who might need a laugh, and those who want to feel good about not making the mistake of purchasing a one bathroom great depression area barn. So, here's to the next year, may it be a great one for all of us.

Oh, and where does the name come from, you ask? Welp, along with the added bonus of about 100 doorknobs we found in garage #1 at the new house, and the dishwasher full of dishes, hooked up to the back yard water hose, the house comes with an awesomely random disco ball!!! Lucky us!! I can't wait to spit shine that thing and hang it in the kitchen! (Kidding, mom!) So, hence the disco ball. And the speakeasy is a goal of ours. A fun place for friends and fam to gather, cocktail and cause a little trouble.

The place was built in the wee years following prohibition, but still during the doldrums of the great depression. I am hoping we can dust off it's pride and turn it into an awesomely fun casa. Here's to the 21st amendment!

I look forward to sharing the events of the next year with you! :)