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( I want his swimming pool. )
( I want his swimming pool. )
Wot I have been doing
Dec. 10th, 2011 08:58 amFinally, I can catch up on some stuff without having to sit in our uncomfy computer chair (we definitely need a new one).
( I am the Mighty Dispatcher of Snakes )
( End-of-year fundraiser )
( I am the Mighty Dispatcher of Snakes )
( End-of-year fundraiser )
Dear Creepy Crawlies:
Jun. 17th, 2009 04:30 pmUnless you are A) helping pay my mortgage, or B) invited into my home, you are not welcome in said home.
This includes but is not limited to the Giant Evil Crickets from Outer Space, the snakes--particularly you copperheads--and the mice, of which some of you have already fallen to the awesome prowess of the Great Calico Huntress *points to icon*. I do not want you in my basement. I most certainly do not want you in my living space. And I certainly don't care if the extremely wet and rainy spring we've had is forcing you to seek drier shelter. You are not welcome!
If you choose to invade my home--for which you are not paying the mortgage, I might add--you will be dispatched with all possible haste. Oh, I might not be the one doing the actual dispatching, but your days will be numbered. This I promise you. *shakes fist*
Exterminatingly yours,
Me
This includes but is not limited to the Giant Evil Crickets from Outer Space, the snakes--particularly you copperheads--and the mice, of which some of you have already fallen to the awesome prowess of the Great Calico Huntress *points to icon*. I do not want you in my basement. I most certainly do not want you in my living space. And I certainly don't care if the extremely wet and rainy spring we've had is forcing you to seek drier shelter. You are not welcome!
If you choose to invade my home--for which you are not paying the mortgage, I might add--you will be dispatched with all possible haste. Oh, I might not be the one doing the actual dispatching, but your days will be numbered. This I promise you. *shakes fist*
Exterminatingly yours,
Me
Transition
Jun. 22nd, 2007 02:27 pmOne more step is done. Our household is on a truck headed for Virginia. They anticipate delivery on Monday. The new owners have moved into my old house (my mom and dad drove past yesterday, I guess).
Geo came home--excuse me, came back--last weekend to help with the packing. He dismantled his A/V equipment and computer stuff. He was here when my tooth went all painful (per my previous entry). He left Wednesday morning with 3 of our 4 cats.
One thing I've learned: When working with professional movers, if it's not nailed down, it gets packed. Heh. (One of the packers told me that sometimes, even if it's nailed down, it gets packed. Hee.) You'll set something down for only a moment, and when you turn around, it's gone. They even packed the glass tray from our microwave--our microwave that we're leaving behind. We were going to re-heat some food last night, and Geo asks, "Hey! Where's the glass tray to the microwave?" And I said, "I'll bet it got packed."
I've also decided that we have way too much stuff. Boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes of just stuff.
Going through the house one last time, the rooms were all echoey, and the only thing left were some odds and ends with boxes, and the window dressings. I did a final walk-through, then closed the door for the last time. I had a nice short chat with the woman two houses down, then came home (to Mother and Daddy's).
I did remember when I woke up yesterday morning that there were some things left in old boxes in the garage. But they were things that no one in the family wanted, things that had been in a garage sale last year anyway. They're somewhat heirloomy, so I hope they don't just get pitched in the garbage, but they're not my concern anymore. Weird.
I'm now staying with my mom and dad, in my old bedroom, which still has my name on it. (Literally--the door has a star with my name on it that was stuck there when I was little.) I've got my calico here with me, and she's a little freaked.
This is going to be a week of limbo, a week of "lasts." Tonight is my penultimate event at the PAC.
Geo came home--excuse me, came back--last weekend to help with the packing. He dismantled his A/V equipment and computer stuff. He was here when my tooth went all painful (per my previous entry). He left Wednesday morning with 3 of our 4 cats.
One thing I've learned: When working with professional movers, if it's not nailed down, it gets packed. Heh. (One of the packers told me that sometimes, even if it's nailed down, it gets packed. Hee.) You'll set something down for only a moment, and when you turn around, it's gone. They even packed the glass tray from our microwave--our microwave that we're leaving behind. We were going to re-heat some food last night, and Geo asks, "Hey! Where's the glass tray to the microwave?" And I said, "I'll bet it got packed."
I've also decided that we have way too much stuff. Boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes of just stuff.
Going through the house one last time, the rooms were all echoey, and the only thing left were some odds and ends with boxes, and the window dressings. I did a final walk-through, then closed the door for the last time. I had a nice short chat with the woman two houses down, then came home (to Mother and Daddy's).
I did remember when I woke up yesterday morning that there were some things left in old boxes in the garage. But they were things that no one in the family wanted, things that had been in a garage sale last year anyway. They're somewhat heirloomy, so I hope they don't just get pitched in the garbage, but they're not my concern anymore. Weird.
I'm now staying with my mom and dad, in my old bedroom, which still has my name on it. (Literally--the door has a star with my name on it that was stuck there when I was little.) I've got my calico here with me, and she's a little freaked.
This is going to be a week of limbo, a week of "lasts." Tonight is my penultimate event at the PAC.
No Longer Land Barons
May. 31st, 2007 03:02 pmWell, there ya go. The house in Ohio is sold. I just got back from the closing. The young woman who bought the house seems very nice, and her grade school-aged (middle school) son canNOT wait to move in. When we were parting ways, he even thanked me for the house. Her seeming so nice made me feel better about all the stuff we had to give up/agree to pay for at the closing. She said she'd been to the house several times (at least one open house and once when I was there, when she came with her realtor), and even though she kept looking, she kept coming back to our house.
God's timing is impeccable, don't you think? Not only do we not have a month with two mortgage payments, we actually have a month with no mortgage payments (this house is no longer ours, and our first Va payment isn't due until July).
Now if I'd just learn to trust in that divine timing my own self.
Turns out Buyer even graduated from my high school, though not at the same time. She was a freshman when my bro was a senior. I thought that was a nifty little tidbit.
I've invited Buyer over for lunch or dinner if she'd like, so I can show her some of the idiosyncrasies of things we've done . . . things that if you didn't know about it, you wouldn't *know* about it. Like the extra valve we added to the water line when we put the filter on the drinking water pipe. And my dad and I replaced the rest of the window ropes yesterday. Stuff like that. Our own seller left us in writing a list of hints she'd learned over the years that make living in the house easier. So I'm glad to return the favor.
It's weird. I feel like I should be celebrating or something. We've got a bottle of champaign, but with Geo in Va, it isn't the same.
Now I've got to call all the utility companies.
So there it is. We're no longer land barons. Just one house, and I ain't living in it right now.
God's timing is impeccable, don't you think? Not only do we not have a month with two mortgage payments, we actually have a month with no mortgage payments (this house is no longer ours, and our first Va payment isn't due until July).
Now if I'd just learn to trust in that divine timing my own self.
Turns out Buyer even graduated from my high school, though not at the same time. She was a freshman when my bro was a senior. I thought that was a nifty little tidbit.
I've invited Buyer over for lunch or dinner if she'd like, so I can show her some of the idiosyncrasies of things we've done . . . things that if you didn't know about it, you wouldn't *know* about it. Like the extra valve we added to the water line when we put the filter on the drinking water pipe. And my dad and I replaced the rest of the window ropes yesterday. Stuff like that. Our own seller left us in writing a list of hints she'd learned over the years that make living in the house easier. So I'm glad to return the favor.
It's weird. I feel like I should be celebrating or something. We've got a bottle of champaign, but with Geo in Va, it isn't the same.
Now I've got to call all the utility companies.
So there it is. We're no longer land barons. Just one house, and I ain't living in it right now.
My feet hurt
May. 26th, 2007 08:00 amWow. Long week. Well, not so much a "long week" as a lot of work went into the week.
I worked every day, which is unusual, given my position and schedule. But work I did. Last night was a Point of Grace concert. It went really well, and although I did not get to meet the singers, the crew was great to work with. (This is not always the case with Christian groups, which is a different discussion for a different post.)
I was on my feet all day, practically, and most of the day the day before. But I do so love working with our tech guys. They're great, and fun, and great fun. (I apparently even startled "Mack" last night--no mean feat, as he himself can be quite intimidating.)
Geo is back for the long weekend. He commented that now that he's here, he's ready to go back to Va, because that's "home" now. I think, right now, not including family and church, I'm going to miss the PAC the most. Truly, it's the combination of great people and the most favorite job I've ever had.
The closing for our house here in Ohio is scheduled for this Thursday. We won't have to pay two mortgages at once. God is good. :-)
I worked every day, which is unusual, given my position and schedule. But work I did. Last night was a Point of Grace concert. It went really well, and although I did not get to meet the singers, the crew was great to work with. (This is not always the case with Christian groups, which is a different discussion for a different post.)
I was on my feet all day, practically, and most of the day the day before. But I do so love working with our tech guys. They're great, and fun, and great fun. (I apparently even startled "Mack" last night--no mean feat, as he himself can be quite intimidating.)
Geo is back for the long weekend. He commented that now that he's here, he's ready to go back to Va, because that's "home" now. I think, right now, not including family and church, I'm going to miss the PAC the most. Truly, it's the combination of great people and the most favorite job I've ever had.
The closing for our house here in Ohio is scheduled for this Thursday. We won't have to pay two mortgages at once. God is good. :-)
I Am a Land Baroness
May. 8th, 2007 11:18 amGeo and I are now land barons. We own two houses, one in Ohio and one in Virginia. (Weird that when I was in high school, this is what I said I wanted . . . I was a silly girl.)
Geo says the closing went flawlessly, and that our rate is excellent (we locked in when we applied, so that was great), and our house payment is better than we expected. The title company said we did the financing the absolute best way possible. (I guess I spent those years in mortgage lending for a reason.) And we don't owe a payment in June. The seller wasn't there, apparently. But she apparently is very happy we're getting her house, and she's left us a note on how to take care of what and things she's discovered made taking care of the house easier.
We'll need to shop for a new washer and dryer, but that can be kind of fun.
I'm going with the folks to take Geo some furniture next week. It will be nice to see the new yard in full bloom.
ETA: I have pre-ordered HP7, with a shipping address of Culpeper, Va. That's just . . . weird.
Geo says the closing went flawlessly, and that our rate is excellent (we locked in when we applied, so that was great), and our house payment is better than we expected. The title company said we did the financing the absolute best way possible. (I guess I spent those years in mortgage lending for a reason.) And we don't owe a payment in June. The seller wasn't there, apparently. But she apparently is very happy we're getting her house, and she's left us a note on how to take care of what and things she's discovered made taking care of the house easier.
We'll need to shop for a new washer and dryer, but that can be kind of fun.
I'm going with the folks to take Geo some furniture next week. It will be nice to see the new yard in full bloom.
ETA: I have pre-ordered HP7, with a shipping address of Culpeper, Va. That's just . . . weird.
We're Back
Mar. 31st, 2007 08:50 pmActually, we've been back since Thursday. We got home late afternoon/early evening. I got to see the new CSI from my own couch on my own TV. And we had a new N3 last night. Huzzah!
Not much new developing with the house at the mo. We've got an open house here tomorrow. Please pray about that. The home inspection in Va is scheduled for Monday afternoon. We need to get the documentation for our financing in order.
The Folks were over to help clean the house today. It looks much better than it has since we moved in. Why is it you always wait until you're selling a house before you do things to it that you've been meaning to do for years? Many thanks to the parents!
Not much new developing with the house at the mo. We've got an open house here tomorrow. Please pray about that. The home inspection in Va is scheduled for Monday afternoon. We need to get the documentation for our financing in order.
The Folks were over to help clean the house today. It looks much better than it has since we moved in. Why is it you always wait until you're selling a house before you do things to it that you've been meaning to do for years? Many thanks to the parents!
