Shotgun for sale


As of tonight, my house is on the market. And given all I have accomplished in the last seven days, I feel like nothing less than a freaking superhero (I call dibs on the name Trixie Firecracker).

In addition to holding down my full-time job (three more days!), I have moved 30 boxes, a bookshelf, a cabinet, and a flat screen TV to my sister’s garage, completely de-cluttered and neutralized my house, found a potential new home in Minneapolis, number crunched while comparing estimates from five different lenders, made some emotional decisions and a few rational ones, had an honest conversation with someone I care about, sent a few of the longest emails I’ve ever written in my life, flown to Portland, been stuck with acupuncture needles in a friend’s living room, attended a wedding for some favorite folks, slept in my own bed, my sister’s bed, and a hide-a-bed, deep cleaned my house, vacuumed the cobwebs off the ceiling, weed wacked the backyard, laid mulch in a flowerbed, organized the basement, and somehow managed not to eat my feelings. (Except that pulled pork mac & cheese. But it could have been so much worse.)

According to my Fitbit, my resting heart rate is generally around 57. One day last week, it was consistently 81 all day long, even when I was just sitting at my computer – a physical manifestation of the state of my emotions. Things have been BANANAS.

Speaking of bananas, I don’t really buy them anymore. Sure, I like bananas – but I never want a whole one. And when you try to save the other half for later, the open end gets mushy.

But let me tell you, I’ve learned a lot about selling a house (it is my first time, after all). And one thing I know: when it comes to strangers traipsing through your house deciding whether they’re willing to pay you some percentage of a million dollars for it, YOU STOCK YOUR DAMN FRUIT BASKET.

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You also adorn the tables and nooks with fresh flowers.


And God forbid anyone find anything in your home that tells them what sort of a person you are: all books, pictures, toiletries, toys, trinkets, and shrines to Tim Riggins must be packed up and stowed far, far away. The potential buyers have to get the idea that your home is warm and inviting, yet still be able to envision making the space their own. Not that anyone could argue with Riggins.


I adore this little Shotgun house. I’ve only been here for two years, but in that time it’s felt more like “home” than anywhere else I’ve ever lived. I’ve taken good care of it, and put as much money as I could afford into improvements: new windows, new kitchen floors, and – get excited, buyers – brand new natural gas lines! This air is safe to breathe.


My favorite things about my house are the skylights, the interior brick, the original hardwoods, the high ceilings, the gas stove, the claw foot tub, the insane water pressure, and the location – good grief, the location. Less than a mile to downtown, a half mile to REI, three blocks to the football stadium, two blocks to the Platte River bike trail, one block to Jefferson Park and a B-Cycle station, and around the corner from a little French restaurant.


Plus, whoever gets to live here next will surely feel my spirit lurking – and there is no price tag for that.


So come and get it, folks! This house is about to fly.



  1. Christina on May 26, 2015 at 6:40 PM

    It looks SO amazing. A lucky buyer, indeed. Can I buy a little of your spirit to lurk around my house?

  2. mom on May 26, 2015 at 6:44 PM

    Nicely done, Annie! I’d buy it in a heartbeat! Do you feel safe with your guitar hanging on the wall? Just wondering. I am praying and hoping that it sells quickly, and that all the stuff in minneapolis dovetails perfectly for a seamless move. There! I said it! Any of you praying people care to join me?

  3. Brooke on May 26, 2015 at 7:28 PM

    Lovely! I’m sure it will sell in a snap! I hear you on the decluttering and depersonalizing and home staging – we just sold and bought and are now unpacking all of the personal photos we stashed away MONTHS ago. I forgot how many books we really had!

  4. Michael on May 26, 2015 at 7:45 PM

    You ARE Trixie Firecracker! …a mighty woman, indeed!

  5. kendall on May 26, 2015 at 8:03 PM

    Well you have chosen possibly the best market in the history of CO to sell. And in a location that is hotter than Trixie Firecrackers. So Win-Win.

    Hope you get more than asking!

    but then isn’t that a hope for all of life?

  6. Alison on May 26, 2015 at 10:57 PM

    Your home lookis AMAZING ! I am feelin’ multiple offers. Look out Minneapolis – Trixie is on her way!

  7. Shannon on May 26, 2015 at 10:58 PM

    Way to go Annie! Seriously, you have accomplished more in the last several days than some folks do in months. You’ve got this. When you have a minute to breathe deeply, I hope that you are able to reflect that you are indeed a superhero (inherently implying that you are the hero to many – which is so true!).

  8. Val on May 27, 2015 at 8:47 AM


  9. Maria on May 27, 2015 at 2:17 PM

    I’m naming my next dog Riggins. RIGGSIES!

  10. Leigh Kramer on May 27, 2015 at 8:11 PM

    You are such a rock star!

  11. Pamela on May 27, 2015 at 9:19 PM

    I would be much more inclined to buy a house that was staged with a Tim Riggins shrine. I mean, wouldn’t everybody???

    Also, if you don’t receive at least 15 offers, with at least one cash offer, within 48 hours, I will be shocked. Not that I’ve watched Garrett make and lose 14 offers in the past 2 months or anything…

    Moral of the story – it’s a good time to be selling in Denver. :) And your place is rad!

  12. Jeff Curtis on May 28, 2015 at 8:57 AM

    Annie, I was referred to your blog site by my sister in law in Manhattan, Laurie Curtis. Julie Curtis Ott is my niece . John is my brother. We live in Hays. Our youngest son Carter and his GF live in Denver and are looking to get out of apartment life. Your shotgun looks amazing. Wonder how we could take a look at it, if it is not already sold? Jeff Curtis

  13. wac on May 28, 2015 at 8:27 PM

    If you need me to take that Kitchenaid off your hands I’d be more than happy to. One less thing to move!

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