Pimp My House

My house has recently been pimped. The more I say pimped the more ridiculous it sounds. Still funny. I guess when I say "recently" I mean over the span of a year or so.

My parents have been empty-nesters ever since college began for me in 2002. My sister is 10 minutes down the road, my brother is 10 hours plus 5 more hours down the road. Either way, they are technically empty nesters. I remember when I first came back from Gordon for Thanksgiving break or something like that, and I saw that my my parents had purchased and hung really ugly curtains with lighthouses on them up in my bathroom. I found it humorous. They were definitely typical empty-nest (aka no teenager to veto the decision of gross decorations) curtains.

Since then, I must say that they have made many more changes, but definitely for the better. These changes have happened more recently. In the last year they have gotten a new (huge) kitchen sink, they have replaced our old countertops with really really impressive (who knew they had such style?) blue marble countertops, and they have gone all flat-screen on me. Wait, before I go on, I have to applaud Buck and Arabella for such a BEAST of a television. Last night watching Get Smart I could have sworn Steve Carrell was in the living room with the Hubbard clan. *Steve if you are reading this, you are ALWAYS welcome. This March Madness will be the first one with this television and boy oh boy. I mean, there have been numerous madnesses on this television but none of the basketballin' type. My father has painted parts of the kitchen and is now as we speak taking all our cupboards off so that painters will be able to come in and paint the cupboards white as well. He is planning on doing the floors sometime soon, too.

I guess I have a love-hate relationship with it all. I love it, because it's awesome, and I hate it, because I know that he's doing this so that people will be more apt to buy it. They have been thinking for a long time now about selling this house. Actually, orginally, they threatened to sell it by the time I graduated college but when that didn't happen they told me they would eventually do it. So now I think I can buy some more time in this 59 Plateau Road GEM. I mean, is it too much to ask to have my children and my grandchildren grow up in this house? White kitchen, blue marble countertops, nasty lighthouse curtains and all? In that case, maybe they'll sell it to me with a 95% discount for being their most awesome youngest daughter. March Madness parties will forevermore be located right in my living room. And chips, buffalo chicken dip, and ice cream will be available in the white kitchen, on the blue marble countertops. But beware, avert your eyes from the curtains upstairs. They're NOT pimp my house material.