Auto"Blog"raphy of a Waitress & Mom: The Final Countdown

It appears to be time to turn yet another page in this book of our Life.

After almost a decade of struggle, trials and hard work, we are not only back to where we were beforehand, but even slightly ahead of the game for once.

Once Massey and I found our soon to be new home for sale, we pushed and pulled at Tim until he finally joined our team.

#TeamDreamHouse

He wasn't crazy about it at first. When I asked him what he didn't specifically like about the house (on our second walk through) his response was that the archway from the fireplace and breakfast nook into the kitchen was a little low. He's six two but cleared it by several, if not half a dozen inches.

My response to him?

"Tim, you are one of the hardest working men I've ever met and appreciate every single thing you do to take care of us financially. But when you're clocked out and at home, you're almost always sitting down. I don't think that low archway will be much of an issue, and if that's your biggest gripe, we've definitely found a winner. Let's put an offer on it."

We did.

And they accepted our offer two days later.

It's been over twenty years since we've bought a house and (especially after the housing mortgage fiasco) paperwork and documents required have seemingly tripled. Each step of the process they ask for things you've already sumitted twice and always find one last thing needed to be sent before the end of the business day.

Here's been my problem.

With Tim working out of town so much, I've had to find, scan, download, upload and send more than quite a few documents and records...in record time.

I simply don't possess (or want) these type of (recently necessary) technological skills.

I'm a Flinstone, having to survive in a Jetson world.

If Massey was home, I had her help with or just do it for me.

Doing it for me was the much quicker and preferred route.

For both of us.

If Massey wasn't home and something needed to be done, I'd call her, after spending ten minutes, trying to just open the attachment to see what needed to be done.

I get extremely frustrated, very quickly.

I'll take a book or pen and paper over a wireless mouse any day of the week.

I have no desire, whatsoever, to be a part of all this new or even older technology mess.

That's why I'm a waitress. I enjoy social and face to face interaction. They ask me for something, and I write it down. Then I bring it to them. I like to make people smile and be able to see them smile, from a foot away.

I can use a computer system for ringing in orders, and ringing up orders. No other computer skills are required or needed.

I like it that way.

I can do the things I need, or want to do.

Text, email, FB, Blog and pay bills.

I don't want to have my face stuck in front of a keyboard, screen or cell phone.

So we're down to the last stage of buying this house. The closing is scheduled for the 27th at the latest but hopefully will close earlier, before Thanksgiving. At least that's the plan.

The owner of our rental house has been showing our rental can to perspective new tenets. A young girl came by the other day, showing her boyfriend the house via Facetime.

Today another realtor came by with a young couple. They had a little girl about five and an infant son snoozing away in a carrier that Dad toted the entire time. They were a really cute family.

You know what?

I've liked this house okay and it certainly served its purpose, but I just want to own a home, that is ours, has big yards like we had back home in Georgia, and more importantly feels like home.

The young family who came by to look at, and possibly rent our cracker box humbled us both beyond belief.

Of course I've tried to keep the place tidy (with the house being shown) but it ain't no mansion, with all its 1,100 Sq Ft.

The wife went on and on about how big the walk in closet was in the master bedroom (not that big). The little girl said it was big enough to be another bedroom!!

The parents went in to look at the spare bedroom and the little girl told me, "We only have one bedroom right now."

I immediately said, smiling, "Well maybe now you'll have three...and that big closet!"

She jumped up and down...literally.

My only gripe about our rental can has been the appliances. After moving here, someone asked me where we were living?

My reply?

"The eighties."

The Magic Chef stove top and oven are kinda like the ones my parents owned, but definitely from the same time period. The Frigidaire is straight outta the late eighties. The one Tim and I had when we got married almost thirty years ago was nicer.

The guy who came to replace the broken garage door opener made fun of the washer and dryer in the garage. He asked if they were ours?

Massey said no.

His reply?

"And they work?"

The washer always goes off balance and you have to redistribute the load and the dryer now takes three hours to dry one load of clothes.

Least they work!

The woman told me the place looked beautiful and couldn't believe how much room there was.

I told her (trying to hook a sista up) that it would be a great place if they just replaced the appliances.

Her comment?

"They all look beautiful to me."

This tiny little house we've been living in... taking care of, and often making fun of, seems like a dream come true for this young couple.

It isn't our dream house now, but decades and decades ago could have been, and would have been.

I wish I could find out if this particular couple ends up renting this house. I'd leave them a house warming present.

They were so excited to see a back porch, screened in none the less! And the rooms...they were so big and open! And the back yard was fenced in so the little girl could play in it. (She jumped up and down again)

I feel good about them renting the place. The Landlord does okay by you and the neighborhood is decent.

I'm indeed a very lucky woman.