Our House....In the middle of our Street...

I was walking home from my friend WeeWee's house yesterday and I realised that alot of people I know and consider friends have never seen my house. Then it dawned on me that maybe I never invited them over. Well, I know I am not the most hospitable woman in the world, but that is pretty bad.
So, I figured I could do one of two things. I could invite you all over and risk the embarassment when no one came (feels a momentary wave of self pity)

OR.....

I could use this here blog and show you a picture. This seems easy and eliminates the need for me to scurry around cleaning up, so here it is. My home.

This is where I live with my family. This house was built in 1913. It has a lot of the quaint little things that old homes have, detailed windows, cool bannister, foot deep baseboards, extremely high heating bills. It has four levels. Basement houses the token teenager. AJ has the whole downstairs to himself. We moved him down there after a few very loud sleepovers. He never looked back.

There is no bathroom omn the main floor. You have to go up or down. My butt is pretty tight from all that climbing. 2nd floor has four bedrooms. Ours, Bella Rue's, Keats, and BL. Floor 3 has 2 toy rooms. One is full of pink and purple houses and every Littlest Pet Shop animal known to man. The other is full of Lego. I don't go in there, something about stepping on Lego that can make even the most patient person use words that would make a trucker blush!!

So that's my big ol' casa. The best part of where I live is my neighborhood. Somehow affluenza has not grabbed hold of this area. People are not always trying to one up each other. Renovations are done when something breaks, not to improve the marketability of the home. I know my neighbors well. On one side is Johnny Squatter Mullet Man. He is always on his front porch so we chat alot. On the other side is Jake. He is a 30 year old womanizer who claims he has converted 4 lesbians to hetero in one summer. He is in a band (drummer, my luck) and can be heard practicing at all hours.

This is the steet I live on. When these trees are green it is breath taking. Or when the ice clings to the branches. Amazing. If Dutch Elm Disease ever makes its way to my street, I would be devastated.
Another major bonus is that my dear Friend WeeWee lives just around the corner. Its so awesome to have her so close. It makes Winnipeg seem that much smaller.

So besides having 3 bikes stolen, having to install a state of the art alarm system, and oh ya...did I mention the heating bills?, I am very happy with where we decided to set up camp. Stop by some time. You would be welcome!!!