Day Two: Still No Offers…

kemppel-house.gifWe’re still getting used to seeing this in our yard. Indeed, the Ausbury homestead is officially up for sale to the highest bidder.

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Doug Ausbury is an entrepreneur, coffee achiever, baseball addict, aspiring spousal unit, pop music geek and family man. Most of the time, he needs more cowbell...a lot more cowbell.

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9 comments on “Day Two: Still No Offers…
  1. Chris Eb says:

    I didn’t realize you were moving. I hope you’re not moving far!
    I can understand though with Wayne so close and all…

  2. Grammy & Grandpa says:

    That For Sale sign puts a lump in my throat… Mom

  3. Ausbury says:

    Nice one Chris! Wayne, care to respond? (This is going to be good.)

  4. Wayne says:

    I know I don’t like that sign…..

    My bad Doug, I didn’t know we weren’t telling Chris and his third nipple about the move.

    Thanks again for pushing us out of the snow Sunday!

  5. Ausbury says:

    Outed for a third nipple on my blog. Cool!!!!!

  6. KC says:

    so where are you headed?!!

  7. dorsey says:

    If the Ohio market is anything like Jersey, I must congratulate you on a set of brass ones, my brutha.

  8. Kim (Stahl) Acuff says:

    So, Doug where ARE you headed?? Back to AG land? You know, things have changed here quite a bit!

  9. Ausbury says:

    So far, we’re not headed anywhere. We have our eye on a house here in NE Ohio should our house sell. One thing about selling real estate, you definitely have to be able to manage expectations.

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