Well folks?..I guess the times they are a gett'in tougher...in my late 20's?...I lived like a monk and worked and saved my azz off to come up with a 20% fixed rate downpayment for my first new home...had it built in '89...a cute 'lil affordable 3/2/1...on a lot in what usta be the boonies....fast forward 18 years, 1 marriage, 3 daughters, 5 lay-offs, numerous hurricanes later and one bad choice of siding on a wood frame house?..and this usta be what was left of the freaking ruff-x (masonite) siding on my home...
Lots of rot at the foundation...lots of mia and destroyed sophoting from the florida hurricanes...18 years later and 48 years old working 55 hours a week making the same money as i did when i was 30 and falling deeper and deeper into depression..house falling apart...no cash for repairs and no time or energy to do the job even if i could afford to buy the materials...and it was like a knife through my heart when my daughters told me they're gonna staop inviting friends over cause...
"It looks like we live in a crack house"
Meanwhile?...my parents have been riding me hard about maintaining my home over the years...with my desperation falling upon deaf ears..my busa?..my only release and escape from my borderline poverty level reality that was home to me..the longest i ever lived in any one place...so?...my parents...who were graced enough to live life during some years of properity in this country informed me that they agree..i got it tough...working hard...raising a family...and fight'in bills...and here came the calvary...dad dipped into his 401k...1st for him and my mother to take yet another cruise to alaska out of seattle and 2nd?...to help me out by paying for the re-siding and new sopheting of my close to condemed home...but not any more!
HardiPlank all over baby!....and for bonus points?...my loving parents even showed up with a new front door they sprung for!
and now?...I get to spend my memorial day weekend...painting.
But it's all good!
L8R, Bill.
Lots of rot at the foundation...lots of mia and destroyed sophoting from the florida hurricanes...18 years later and 48 years old working 55 hours a week making the same money as i did when i was 30 and falling deeper and deeper into depression..house falling apart...no cash for repairs and no time or energy to do the job even if i could afford to buy the materials...and it was like a knife through my heart when my daughters told me they're gonna staop inviting friends over cause...
"It looks like we live in a crack house"
Meanwhile?...my parents have been riding me hard about maintaining my home over the years...with my desperation falling upon deaf ears..my busa?..my only release and escape from my borderline poverty level reality that was home to me..the longest i ever lived in any one place...so?...my parents...who were graced enough to live life during some years of properity in this country informed me that they agree..i got it tough...working hard...raising a family...and fight'in bills...and here came the calvary...dad dipped into his 401k...1st for him and my mother to take yet another cruise to alaska out of seattle and 2nd?...to help me out by paying for the re-siding and new sopheting of my close to condemed home...but not any more!
HardiPlank all over baby!....and for bonus points?...my loving parents even showed up with a new front door they sprung for!
and now?...I get to spend my memorial day weekend...painting.
But it's all good!
L8R, Bill.
