Wednesday, November 11, 2009

New Hobby...

First let me apologize for my lack of blogging lately. I was having a bit of an inspiration lapse, but we may have just found a new outlet for fresh material. Details to follow below.

We got married. Now we have nothing to do. We have a condo, so we don't have 'yard work' like every other person in the world. We don't have kids. We don't have home repair. We are bored. So, I decided to find a hobby. I researched community education classes. Timing hasn't worked out yet. I looked into volunteering, turns out there are waiting lists for all the things I've found so far! I joined committees. And then, we started looking for a house. As a pastime of course. Just a hobby. Just a free activity on the weekends. And let me tell you, this girl is picky. To date, we have probably toured over 50 homes, and I have not found even one that I would like to look at a second time. Yes, I am that picky. But it has served its purpose as a new hobby.

This past weekend Jeremy and I were driving through the South side of Saint Louis Park looking for open houses. We pull up to a house, play the guess the price game, and then enter. We have the sales agent personalities down pat:
**The young eager go getter waiting for their first sale
**The disgruntled older agent who has sold homes for 95 years and has personally "built this town"
**The middle aged professional who is just too busy to even talk to you while you walk through their home
**The agent who thoroughly believes the home they are holding open is both disgusting, overpriced and not suitable for sale. And will tell you as much.

But this weekend, we drove, and continued to drive South. Soon, Jeremy turns to me and says, "Uh, oh, I don't think we're in Saint Louis Park anymore". I respond: "We're not in Kansas anymore Toto, it looks like we're in ....EDINA".

The streets were a little wider. The grass was a little greener. The birds were chirping. The sun shone a bit brighter. Children romped and played on hand cut grass, and Muffy walked down the street with her fur coat, out for a stroll.

I turn to Jeremy and state, "We MUST walk through one of these open houses". Jeremy looks at me, and without a word, turns down yes, and I could not make this up, 'Country Club Drive', and we pull up to a home listed by none other than Sotheby's.

We walk up the steps, enter the home. I take off my left shoe and proclaim, "uh, oh, these floors are heated". Sign we should have walked right out: Heated tile floors. But we took our shoes off and entered the castle, I mean home. We walk in, without so much as a glance from the agent. We walk upstairs, and into the first bedroom. On the floor lay a rug, emblazoned across this rug was a giant "B". Above the bed was written the name BEN in wooden letters. Across the bedspread was a monogram of a B for Ben.

Okay, apparently this kid likes his name.

Enter bedroom #2. Rug on the floor with a giant F, wooden letters above the bed spelling out Finnegan, monogram ed bed spread with an F. This is Finnegan's room. In case you couldn't tell.

Bedroom #3. Sam on the rug, wall and bed.

Bedroom #4: the parents room. Gigantic monogram on the bed, dog bed on the floor which matched the bed linens, and I am not kidding hundreds of family photos covering every square inch of wall. And every single one in black and white.

We're not in Kansas anymore.

We quickly walked down the stairs, feeling like we were somewhere we shouldn't be. Ran into the kitchen, expecting to exchange the typical awkward greetings with the listing agent. However, she stood there, continued to talk to the neighbors about, "What a sweet little idea to hold an open house. Nobody ever does that to sell their home" and we continue to wander undisturbed. Eventually, I felt a bit too awkward and we dashed out the front door, like we were leaving somewhere we never should have been in the first place.

Goodbye Finnegan. Goodbye Sam. Goodbye Ben. Goodbye family with a matching dog bed.

If you are looking for some good entertainment this weekend, I highly suggest you join us on an outing of our new hobby. Tour a house with us, though we likely will not be going back to Edina. Sorry.


Scorpicon said...

So when are you getting Punky her matching bedspread?

I love looking at houses, I wouldn't mind joining in your hobby a little. :-)

Debra Fiterman said...

I still vote we take a cake decorating class....less weirdness. More deliciousness.

Randee said...

that's awesome!! once when we were actulaly looking to buy (eons ago) we would drive around and find the open houses. (sometimes gets you in over your head...LOL). we pulled up to a house that from the outside appeared to be similar in "condition" and price to what we had been looking at. So NOT the case...we called it the "woah baby" house! (cuz who knew there was a master suite and spa taking up 1/2 of the house....