......To be Continued.....

To say that my life hasn't been anything to write home about lately would be an understatement. The reality is that my life in the past weeks has not been something I would want to blog about. However, this morning I woke up searching for a new and brighter perspective. I need to think this out. I needed to blog it I guess. So here goes.
Remember that drunk driver who flipped his car last month and in the process hit mine? Well I got my car back. All was returning to normal around here. Then last weekend came along. The third drunk driving incident to happen to us since living in this house. A drunk driver actually went the wrong way down the one way street beside our house and into our chimney. Causing severe damage and a great deal of fear about what this area is becoming that we're raising our children in. So you have the beginning. Allow me to fill you in on the last months.
In the last months we have been in small talks to buy the Ellwood house. The house we've renovated and lived in for almost 5 years now currently belongs to my father in law. We were searching for answers on how we would go about this, what kind of loan to get, what kind of structural work would need to be done since it has structural damage, and in general making plans to remain here. In the meantime drunk drivers descended on us like Charlie's up in the trees, packages continued to be stolen from our porch, and one teenage punk spray painted the side of our house. Do I believe in signs? Absolutely. The question is how many do you need?!
This past week we started looking around to see what options we had. We actually found a house 15 minutes from this one that met all of our criteria and like kids in a candy shop we snatched up a real-estate agent, got approved for a loan, and put an offer in before you could get a wrapper off a candy bar.
It didn't happen.
The offer was declined this weekend and to say I cried is an understatement. The realtor already thought we were offering too much and the owner was unrealistic about what his house could sell for. Turns out, the owner is completely delusional. So being the relentless person I am, and after waking up with a severe stomach bug yesterday, I pushed onward and we went out to 6 houses. Only one seems like a maybe.
Now for the real kicker.
Wait for it.
As if the universe wasn't giving me enough signs to leave this house...
We have an attempted break in this weekend, while we're at home, asleep. Oh yes friends.
It all went down like something off of COPS and you would have never thought we could be so gangsta but I'll give you a little preview.
I hear the front door moving at 3am and jump up all ninja style before the dogs even move. Hit husband to grab weapon (un-named here because I get the debate on these in the home). Husband descends staircase faster than lighting in some boxer briefs and with said weapon. I call 911.
If only I had a recording of this phone call.
Me: gives address Operator: What's happening? Me: There is someone trying to kick in our front door. My husband is armed (full disclosure here people cause I don't want some shit to go down when the cops come to the door). Operator: Proceeds some jabbering to keep me on the line Background noise: Baby screaming, dogs barking, husband yelling, me ranting
I kid you not. I couldn't make this up! My husband actually opened the front door in boxer briefs and an oversized white T-shirt to find the cops with said intruder, only to be told he was "just drunk".

Are you all judging me yet? That's right, The Ellwood Avenue Chronicles went straight thug this weekend. I'm not ashamed. But I am moving. To live in prime real estate heaven and have bar after bar open to give us this, it's no longer cool. VCU has taken over this area and so we will gladly retreat.
The heart of Richmond city has officially done me in. I fold.
And my husband is officially going to kill me for the boxer briefs part... But honestly it made the story right?
Now on to the house search...
This story, To be Continued.....

*** And a little perspective for you...

She has no idea how nervous I am for the Dr. office to call about the mole she had removed last week. She was a total angel in the office and played on the iphone with Mr. Potato Head the entire time the doctor removed it. This little angel is also having a rough time sleeping in her new big girl bed. Please send thoughts and prayers our way this week because we really need good news and some sleep!