I'm breaking up with my job...

I'm pretty sure that this blog will slow down to a snail's pace (as if it hasn't already) due to the fact that I'm on bedrest, awaiting the arrival of my twin baby girls. Hence, no work, no photos, no crazy sightings while out and about.

So few people know about this blog, and those that do most likely know that I HAVE been blogging regularly on a little site created by my husband Dave and I, documenting our pregnancy related world these days. www.theheadleyfamily.com if you're interested.

So long, farewell.....for now!!

I thought I had seen it all...

I've appraised literally THOUSANDS of houses in the past 6 1/2 years and I seriously thought I had seen it ALL. Especially when appraising foreclosures. The really bad ones. Where people are really, really mad that THEY didn't make their payments for months and now they have to leave. I've seen houses that almost look like they're under construction because every single inch of sheetrock has been busted. I've experienced navigating through houses filled and smeared with dog crap (very strategic, Guy that managed to defile every door knob and faucet handle with feces...you got me, that time!). Houses graffiti-ed to the hilt, used drug needles, used condoms, used pads, used tampons, missing toilets, entire missing kitchens, you name it, you can't faze me!!!

But today, I DIED laughing when I saw this:

I walked into the master bathroom and saw all this grey dust and I knew it was going to be good. Then I see the bathtub. It looked liquid, and with all the chunks I thought, "Ahhhh, the old Dump-In-The-Tub, trick...good one". But as I tried to move one of the two GOLF CLUBS, I got a "Boioioioioing!!!!!". It was concrete. In a tub. With two golf clubs. So the grey dust was Ready Mix. They just poured that bag out and let the water run!! Maybe the golf clubs were make-shift stirrers?

I ran out of the house to try to flag down the nosy neighbor that cornered me minutes earlier, getting the scoop on the house. I couldn't NOT share this one! Alas, he was nowhere to be found.

Mom added an interesting twist when she said, "maybe it's art?". Doubtful. If it is art, then I think we all know what the title is.

I only wish I knew how much it was going to cost to replace the plumbing system, as I'm sure loooots of concrete went down the pipes to the public sewer system.

Nice job. (golf claps)