Pictures just because

  THis is the front of my lovely mansion. It needs a little tlc and a paint job. But none the less she is a beauty...
SNOWY HUDSON...
THE LOCAL BAR WHERE I MIGHT MEET MY HUSBAND:)

uprootin'

so since I have come back to the blog to post pics I figure why not a few words too. So needless to say that I am happy now that I am in my house, sans furniture:) the move was interesting and stressful. I thought the buying the house part was going to give me a hernia. Try having a gaggle of freaks work on your house. My contractor, Chester, is definitely an amazing human in many ways. He looks like Santa on more than a 6 pack of coors lite a day. Although, I must say he did a fine job on my house.

most of you know that i can be a bit anal and manic so the best thing about Chester and my relationship is that we could yell at each other. It was a match made in heaven. I was so worried that they were doing everything wrong. I mean come on you have these people tearing up your house and well I don't know dittly about building a corner foundation. So that part caused me to go to Homedepot, Lowes and Dunn's (the local contractor joint) about 50 times a day. They all know me. 

When fixing a house the amount of decisions that are necessary to be made are unbelievable. I mean lighting fixtures, paint color, toilets, tile, cabinets it's endless. I started to not have the ability to make a single decision. Everything seemed all too permanent. 

So now that I have had a few days in my own bed, it had been over two months not recommended for you sanity, I love my house. I hope that I come to believe buying this old beast was the best decision I ever made. 

There is still much work to do. Paint the outside, grow a lawn (the back yard is pretty much dirt) build a fence and so on. 

I hope that all of you get to come visit. The spring here is UNBELIEVABLE they say. I love this town and have made a lot of new friends. I mean hicks are good people too after all. Funny I don't even want to go to NYC I just want to wonder around and learn about this town and the area.

Lots of love....

front door inside

here is the beautiful double front doors. There is this amazing window above that actually opens up (the long horizontal one about the doors) I love it.....Melinda your owl hangs from the door for good luck :)

out of order pics of this old house

Okay here are the last batch. It's a bit all over the place these pics but they give you the general idea and layout. 

House House House

Well let's just say it's really difficult to take flattering pictures of architecture. I tried and this was what I came up with. Everybody has been asking me to send pics so here you go. Remember this is one of 4 floors of my new mansion. These pictures don't really do it justice.

gotta love it!!1

my house

down vest

I picked up the paperwork for my new house. I walk into this amazing old building on Warren Street (that is the "Main" street in this one pony town). The building was probably built in 1840 or somesuch weird old ass year. The door knob barely works "turn to the right and push hard" are the instructions, you know the old double doors with glass windows.

As I walk in, I look around and uprealizing the hallway is covered in this crazy wall paper, but like all the way up the walls, the ceilings to the second floor. i mean wall paper heaven. As I take a closer look i see that this place is fortress...too many colors too much stuff just too darn much. I am probably the only person in tight sass and bide jeans ever to step foot into this ancient time capsle of a law office (are they really lawyers or cut outs from a Norman Rockwell painting?)

I meet with my lawyer, who I yelled at a month ago cause I think he was in cahoots with the people I was buying my house from. I mean the deal he gave me from them was ludicrous. Like I was supposed to give them my first born child, my left toe and wipe their ass. A little yelling goes a long way. Needless to say after the "yelling" i got a reasonable deal on the house.

I am way off course here. So after my visit to my lawyers office, I think to myself "i need to make copies of keys to my house" so I stroll the two blocks to the oldest hardware store on the block...I guess it's been around since say 1834 or something. One other tid bit of information that might interest you, it did me, Hudson is known for what you may ask? Like what is it famous for? George Washington? Tug Boats down the River? That famous American painter who built a fortress on the hill? Nope Hudson is famous for Whore Houses and breaking Prohibition. And that is why I moved here?

I walk into this old hardware store and i rub my eyes a couple of times as I gaze past the rows of nails, paint, keys and just a bunch of junk really to see in the very back a man on the phone sitting at his desk. yes, he must be the hardware store owner, and by god he is....he is wearing a blue down sleeveless vest over his ironed button down shirt. I take a closer looks and low and behold "it's my lawyer". He is my lawyer and the hardware store owner and he makes keys!!! Keys that don't work but none the less he makes keys.

Needless to say, today was strange. i feel like a figment of somebodies imagination. I mean I belong here and I don't all at the same time. I wonder "am I going to lose my mind here" I suppose what better place to do it. Soon enough I will be your waitress and your hairdresser and I might even be the bank teller all in one day.