 Why didn't I think of it before? This being my 4th house, mommy brain has made me completely forget how I sold the other 3! Advised by a devout Catholic and many critics alike, I buried a statue of Saint Joseph in the yards of each of my "for sale" homes. My previous houses sold within weeks of the burial. A little slow on the saints this time around, last night after sinking into a round of "why me", I got in my car and drove to the nearest Christian book store. They of course had my man, and this time, he came in a kit. Complete with prayer, instructions and a address to send a "tax deductible" donation in the event that it works and I would like to "pass on my fortune". Although there are many myths on how and where to burry this plastic representation of a pious life, I think it's not so important to focus on the particulars. Having faith, placing your worries on a higher power can give you hope, hope changes lives. Last night after dinner, we said the prayer as a family and I buried Joseph in my favorite exterior nook of the house; near the brick and mortar which I believe to be most beautiful. Joseph will await until the house is sold when I will unearth him to carry with us. The strange thing about my experience with Saint Joseph is this: three times I have buried him, three homes I have sold, and each time I tried to dig him up, I couldn't find him?! Ashes to ashes? By no coincidence I'm sure, I received a call first thing this morning that tomorrow there will be a showing! This is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar.
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Took another bullet this week, more like a rapid-fire succession of kicks to the face. Starting with a day of being locked out of the house, having to purchase a potty on the road after very public argument with a 2 year old, lost my phone in the process, found my phone, spent 9 hours on the road watching DVD's and awaited husband without phone to return at his leisure. Last weekend, 3 days post lock out, spent 3 hours waiting in the car for rude people looking at our house; said people had very rude children who tramped their boots throughout my house. Rude people returned for a second showing yesterday, spent 1.5 hours in my house, I spent 1.5 hours again in the car (with dog and child). Rude people chose another house because their agent said ours was "alright" but over-priced. No coincidence they purchased a less expensive house in a crappy neighborhood. Can't we just state the obvious? They are broke as hell and couldn't afford our home, so they spent the entire weekend dreaming in my living room? Whew. How many favors, how often do I have to go out of my way for someone, how often do I have to build everyone else up, how many times can I just tighten up my boots and move forward? I feel like my moto should be "buck up little camper", while most other people seem to have a balance of positive and negative. 26 years of creating good karma, only to get kicked when I'm down repeatedly. Perhaps I should just focus on the good things happening AROUND me, not necessarily happening TO me. I shall try that this week. Axel and I are taking a much needed vacation to Florida next Tuesday. Aside from major anxiety of getting him there alive, surviving his public bathroom phobia and not allowing people to shoot flames at me and my crazy child on the plane, it should be a great break from stress and the town that I feel so stuck in. When I return, the house will be sold I'm sure, the snow will be melted and the cycle of bad luck will be broken. Zip code rule right? It can't follow me to the southern states and back...can it?  |
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