Rap.

I love Rap music-I do; I can't help myself. This fact about myself can be comical if you know my husband. Yesterday, we had to go for a drive while people were "looking" at our house. I turned on the music and one of my favorite songs just happened to be on the radio. So what does any mother of three do? I turned up the song by Nelly (who happens to be my favorite) and I starting dropping ( I think that's the word real rappers use to describe saying a bunch of words that rhyme--I could be wrong, I most likely am). My husband just stares straight ahead while his wife is going all "gangster". Now, the children are use to this from their mother (the songs are on the radio, so there is no swearing...don't worry grandma). Jesse is also used to it, but it doesn't stop him from looking at me through the corner of his eyes. This rap fetish I have can get interesting when I am driving by myself in my MINIVAN. I will come to a stop at a light with my music thumping away-- to look over at a car full of teenage boys, who are laughing hysterically at me. I have started to turn down my music every time I get to a stop light to save myself from some much unwanted attention. I do like a lot of different types of music...country is an exception for the most part.

The two showings we had yesterday were a repeat of the first few showings we have had so far. We got feedback from one of the families who looked at our home yesterday. They said that they were probably going to buy a home in a higher price range.--okay? They also made sure to say they didn't like our back yard. Thanks.

We have an open house today at 1:00. I better get my butt in gear and start straightening up. Jesse was up until 3 am painting the downstairs bedroom. Please...tree lovers be out in full force today.