Yes, I am an Oddball.

There was a reason I never wanted to own property. The never ending 1st floor renovation we're currently undergoing is one of the many reasons. Not that I don't love the way our new and improved living room looks, I do. I just hate the hassle, headaches and (for lack of a better phrase) temper tantrums associated. This is an old house, nothing about it is standard. Quite a few things are just barely up to code. We run into issues pretty frequently, tempers flair, the house is in chaos and I'm 99.9% sure that making the place look better isn't worth it. On the bright side, aside from renovation stress we've been getting along really well. We even started a blog all together over on wordpress. Ok, it's mostly H and I with snarky comments from P thrown in. I'll probably be posting more over there than I do here, finding time to write on both blogs is going to be difficult. But I will keep this site open for my silly sexy short stories and just in case I ever

We've been redoing the living room in our house for the past couple weeks and we're in the home stretch now. I'll be glad when the room is completely finished (hopefully before the cookout we're having for our families on the 4th) because I don't think I could handle the stress of this torn apart room hanging over us anymore. Let me explain. I come from a place of skepticism and mistrust when it comes to any kind of renovation. Add in a large dash of stress to that pot too. You see, I love my parents, they are awesome at raising kids and on the whole I had a fantastic childhood. What they are not good at (neither of them) is completing a home improvement (or just a home keep running) project once it's started. I don't really blame them for this. Neither of them is what you would call "handy", plus they are 60's hippies so material goods mean very little to them in general. Add in the fact that money was always tight, my dad worked a ton (one