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Today at five Carl and I are going with our realtor to look at the four bedroom, two bathroom house we've been ogling. It does still have people living in it, but they were denied the loan for which they applied which means that they will probably not be approved unless it is in years to come, so the people selling the house were interested in our offer. I'm very excited, but I'm keeping that in check because we don't know if they'll actually accept our offer or if we definitely want the house-- it may be falling down in places, but we won't know until we visit it this afternoon; I hope it works out, I'd love to have three-thousand square feet to play around in!
The house is on Green Street in New Orleans, only blocks from Cohn Street, which is the neighbourhood where I grew up. It is a very rough, dangerous neighbourhood in a few areas, which is why this house is in our price range, but I wouldn't feel unsafe there unless I was walking alone at night and I'll feel safe in our house with my dog Cora and the second dog Carl will adopt when we move; he wants a German shepard, but we will probably adopt a puppy from the SPCA, if we're able to find a shepard mix there that would be ideal.
Last night I visited my mom to do laundry at her house. While the washing and drying machines were running in the back room we watched that Joe Average show in the front room. I felt truly sorry for the bimbo starring in the show, it was pretty obvious that looks were definitely something she considered well before personality, no matter what she said was important to her. I can understand how people can consider looks before personality, but I can't do that myself: as soon as I discover that the man of the hour is an idiot or a boor I disappear before he knows it! Some of my friends (although certainly not my close friends!) have told me that I can "do better" than Carl, because he's not as gorgeous as they think he should be, but I think he's very attractive even if he is a short guy. Besides, being with a man who's about my own height has proven to be quite... satisfying.
The house is on Green Street in New Orleans, only blocks from Cohn Street, which is the neighbourhood where I grew up. It is a very rough, dangerous neighbourhood in a few areas, which is why this house is in our price range, but I wouldn't feel unsafe there unless I was walking alone at night and I'll feel safe in our house with my dog Cora and the second dog Carl will adopt when we move; he wants a German shepard, but we will probably adopt a puppy from the SPCA, if we're able to find a shepard mix there that would be ideal.
Last night I visited my mom to do laundry at her house. While the washing and drying machines were running in the back room we watched that Joe Average show in the front room. I felt truly sorry for the bimbo starring in the show, it was pretty obvious that looks were definitely something she considered well before personality, no matter what she said was important to her. I can understand how people can consider looks before personality, but I can't do that myself: as soon as I discover that the man of the hour is an idiot or a boor I disappear before he knows it! Some of my friends (although certainly not my close friends!) have told me that I can "do better" than Carl, because he's not as gorgeous as they think he should be, but I think he's very attractive even if he is a short guy. Besides, being with a man who's about my own height has proven to be quite... satisfying.
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