Sunday, April 25, 2010

my childhood house.

so...i toured my childhood house last week.
from ages 1 to 19, it was my home.
it's up for sale and they were having a open house.
i was really excited to see what it looked like.
all the changes.
all the updates.

i was terribly disappointed.
each room i entered, my heart was a horrible mess.
i was hoping for all these great memories to come flying back,
but instead was in shock at what it looked like.
this house, the house my dad put his blood, sweat, and tears into...was a neglected mess.
i'm glad my parents did not come.
they would of cried.
like i did.
i bawled and bawled and bawled some more.
hopefully all the other lookers thought i had really bad allergies.

how could they do this to a house?  MY HOUSE???

clearly they just "lived" in it...they never gave it any tlc.
see what i mean?
 it's like they ran out of food and decided to eat the counter top.
i have to look at it with some humor or i will start bawling again.

the kitchen still had the original dishwasher....that my dad put in. 
i'm shocked that it still works...
i crammed it full when it was my job.
by the looks of it, you'd swear it was still 1974.
it was once a duplex.
we lived downstairs and someone who worked for my dad lived upstairs.
when they moved out, we moved upstairs so dad could remodel the downstairs. 
it was a full blown 70's brady bunch remodel.
..and really? no one ever bothered to update it?
maybe it's just me...i can't seem to leave a house alone.
i'm always thinking of ways to improve it.
obviously, i got that from my dad. :)

i gasped when i walked into the bathroom.
WHAT?  REALLY??  your trying to sell this house???
when we lived here...the vanity and the tub were swapped.
they should of left it.
i'm guessing it's gonna be a little difficult to look in the mirror when it's a window.
...and typically one has a sink in the bathroom.
just say'n.
and usually plumbing.

are you starting to see why it upset me so much?
nice try with the faux stainless steel.  
those were the original kitchen cabinets before the remodel.
they were either dark brown or green...i can't remember.
 so are they just gonna hang that thing over the window?

this was my old room.
it used to be pink, pink, pink, hearts, hearts, hearts.
 i used to crawl out that window and sunbathe on the roof.  :)
 it looks as if these people were using it as the master.
i wonder if they enjoyed the strobe light.
 1st rule when putting up a ceiling fan...
make sure the blades aren't sweeping under a light fixture, 
cause when they both are will get dizzy!
trust me! 
my dad felt really bad about that.

one thing that did make me smile...
my old smurf tape was still stuck to the window :)
i laughed out loud, not realizing someone else was in the room.
i just pointed and said "smurf tape"  like a doofus.

i learned to sew in this room.
minus the dora border, and the pink and blue.
this was my parents room.
when they moved out it was country blue with ducks,
not psychedelic lilac.

however, the bright pink bathroom upstairs was our hadn't changed at all.

except we had a toilet.
they really must have something against plumbing in this house...
where's the potty?

this made me laugh too.
when no one was home, i would sing my brains out over the intercom.

when i was in high school i moved downstairs to this room.
which was not this color.  it had shiny metallic wallpaper.
i actually do like this color, but they must have been drinking when they painted it.
there was paint all over the ceiling and trim.
umm hello??  painters tape.

ok, now we've come to the part that hurts the worse.
my beloved playhouse.
my dad worked his booty off to get me this playhouse.
i spent all my time in it.
it looks like they let bears live in it, or on it.
it used to be beautiful, quaint, peaceful.
a kids dream house.

i wish i would of taken it with me.
i wish, i wish, i wish!

after brushing back a ton of leaves, i found this.
we built a garage and put in a long driveway in 1978.
i remember some guy holding me upside down from my ankles so i could press in my hand print.
i wasn't long enough like my brother to hang off the side of the stairs to reach.
just for kicks.

well ok, i know that was a ridiculously long post.
sorry about that...i apparently needed to vent.
it was a very emotional day for me.
when i got into my car to leave, i called my dad...bawling.
telling him all about it.
glad that he didn't come.

then i went home and did what any emotionally distraught person would do.

i made  fudge brownies...
and ate half the pan.

oh, like you've never done that.


  1. Oh my gosh, Amy!! That is so sad!

    Seriously, what were they thinking?

    That's just horrible.

    When you said you were going to see your old childhood home last weekend, I was kind of hoping it was the one we live in. ;-)

    You wouldn't have needed the brownies afterward, I promise. Unless you just felt so good you wanted to celebrate that it's still a great house...

  2. WTH? I can't believe anyone lived in that place. I just don't get it at all.It looks like it was.....never mind I won't even say it.
    Can I just tell you? If there is one post on all the blogs I read that I can relate to 100% it is this one.
    I feel the same way about my grandparents house in San Diego. I cannot bring myself to even go look at it. It seems like my entire life was in that house, although it wasn't, but it held sooooo many memories for me. After my Grandma (mom) died, my grandfather sold it to move into an assisted living facility and it has sold three or four times since (within a 5 or 6 year time span). I wish I had the mony to buy it, but then I'd have to go look at it and I just couldn't bring myself to do that. Their house was a place of peace and comfort in a very chaotic childhood.
    I would have added a little chocolate frosting to those brownies and had some ice cream to go with it after seeing a sight like that.

  3. So sad. But seriously, do they have a relator? I can't believe they are seriously trying to sell it in that condition. Is this the one on 3rd street?

  4. that made me cry!
    how terrible amy. what the heck happened in there?!
    my home in neodesha burnt to the ground so i only have memories. i almost wish for you sake the same had happened! then you would never have had to see it like that.

    can i have the other half of the brownies?

  5. Here's a thought....see if you can buy the claw foot bath tub. It looks like the only thing in decent condition.


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