This July it will be 4 years since we bought our house.  We moved in as a family of 3 and now we are a foursome.  Although I will always feel attached to this house because of the history I have here and the memories we have created here we are ready to move on.

Mainly because we want more than one bathroom and we would LURVE to have a garage.  Usually we aren’t fighting for the bathroom but there are times when one of us is taking a shower and somebody needs to go poo.  And no matter how much we love each other here in the 007 house we just don’t poo in front of each other.  No offense to the open door poo-ers out there.

It’s just too personal.  Plus we don’t have a fart fan.  See now there is another reason to move.  No fart fan to suck the unpleasant odors out.

Was that too much?  Sorry if that was too much.

Anyway we are getting ready to put the crooked blue house up for sale.  I will miss a lot of things about it.  It has a great amount of charm and warmth and I feel very cozy living here.  It has good light and it has all of these little built-in shelves and cabinets that I will miss.  But 2 1/2 bathrooms are calling my name!!

My dad (a fabulous real estate agent if you live in Middle TN) came over and gave us a list of things we might want to do before we list the house.  We have pressure washed and stained the deck, washed the windows inside and out, painted the front porch, planted landscaping in several different areas, pressure washed a bunch of other stuff and touched up some paint inside the house.  The deck looks so nice without our patio furniture that I don’t want to put it back up there!

And we still have A LOT to do.  There will be lots more painting and a few more things to do outside.  We are also thinking about renting a storage unit to make the house look less like a toy store threw up in here.  I was thinking about storing the treadmill and packing up various odds and ends to declutter and simplify moving.  Plus I was thinking that it will make it easier to keep the house clean for showings.  There are these two small people I live with who like to take out every toy they own at the same time.

Does anyone have any tips for selling your house with small children? Because I am pretty sure potential home buyers won’t find our Fisher Price toy selection a selling point.

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So apparently it has been 2 weeks since I have posted anything. I got an email from BlogHer (my ad company) that it had been a while since I posted.  OOPS!  I have never gone that long without writing and actually not writing came a little too easy for me.

What’s up with that?

Well for one of those weeks the Double Oh Seven family went on vacation.  We traveled down in our trusty Odyssey “Magic” to THE Redneck Riviera.  Yes we vacationed in trusty ol’ Panama City, FL.  We somehow managed to NOT get a picture of the 4 of us together.

Mr.007’s parents and sister met us down there and his parents generously paid for the condo we all stayed in.

In all fairness it is not as redneck as people make it out to be.   I mean there ARE rednecks everywhere but there are also just regular people spending some quality time with each other at the beach.  And plus I live in TN so frankly I am used to rednecks and I have become slightly desensitized.

And speaking of the beaches they are really beautiful and the water was absolutely crystal clear blueish green while we were there.  We had GREAT weather and where we stayed we were pretty separated from the Senior tripping, booby flashing, girls gone wild, beer funneling Whoooers.

What is a Whoooer you might ask?

People who are riding around just for the heck of it yelling as loud as they can out of their car or truck window.  They tend to make a WHOOOO!  sound and this prompts other people from other cars and trucks to WHOOO! back at them in response to the aforementioned WHOOOING sound.  I even saw a minvan FULL of teenage girls driving down the road with both sliding doors open.  Of course someone honked  loudly at the girls in the van and the only response to honking in Panama City is to WHOOOOO! as loud as you can.

If you hear a honking sound you don’t even look to see where it’s coming from.   You just immediately WHOOOO! and move on to the next shot of Jose’ Quervo.

In fact once upon a time I may or may not have been a Senior tripping Whoooer.  I may or may not have peirced my bellybutton  in a store that sold airbrushed t-shirts and pool noodles.  I have always maintained a high level of class and decorum.  Yeah right.

I can freely admit that at one time I might have been somewhat of  a hoodlum.  I drank  Zima and smoked Marlboro Lights and gasp! WHOOOED out of car windows.  But now here I am at the old age of 28 and I have two small children and hoodlum’s get on my nerves.  They cuss too much, they are loud and they can lay on the beach without worrying that their 8 yr old and 19 month old daughters need more sunscreen.

Oh to be 18 again…I wouldn’t go back if you paid me.  Nope.  I like being 28 and I like that I don’t WHOO on a regular basis.  But I do smile and laugh because life is pretty darn good right now.  Crazy and messy and loud and inconvenient but still really good.

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