Summer
Friday, June 27th, 2008Now that’s it’s a little warmer we get to do things like this:






Now that’s it’s a little warmer we get to do things like this:






Well, it’s been a while, but here are two pictures of the girls bedroom and playroom. Kim did great job on painting the girls room, I think it looks terrific. Click on the pics to get a larger view. Someday, I’ll get around to posting a pictures of the corner of the garage that I’ve been relegated.


Closing went off with out a hitch except for a few minor annoyances:
The first annoyance was that some of the paper work made showed that we were supposed to have brought a few thousand more to close than we did. I was freaking out for a while trying to figure out how to come up with the extra couple of thousand, but luckily the last few pages that number $500 less than what we had actually brought. That was nice, but we already spent that money a few days later buying new homeowner crap like a ladder, paint, etc.
The second annoyance was that closing took two and a half hours which most of that was waiting for the seller’s wire transfer. Apparently, the seller had to bring about $9,000 to close which completely floored Kim and I when we heard that. Now we know why she wasn’t willing to negotiate on price that much.
I started moving stuff over after closing on Friday, and then about eight people from the ward showed up to help us on Saturday. We got pretty much everything moved over by noon and sent everyone home; I thought that spending two/three hours on a Saturday helping move was plenty and didn’t want them to spend any more time than they had too. We had dinner that night and Sunday with friends who knew that we didn’t have any food in the fridge, condiments don’t really count as food.
Last week was spend unpacking, doing minor repairs, painting, and not vacationing even though I’d taken the week off from work. We put the three girls in their newly painted pink and green room. Emma and Abby have new bunk beds, and Lily is still in the big-honking crib. I’ll post the pictures we’ve take of the room sometime in the next few days. We also decided to make the third bedroom into their playroom which is helpful since we can just close the door if it gets too messy and pretend that the room is clean. I still have a lot of my crap to unpack and put away, but I fully expect that this won’t get done until we are about to sell the house.
On an unrelated note, I got home from a meeting late last night and Kim called me over to take a look at some pictures she had downloaded off of the camera. Apparently earlier in the day, Emma and Abby took turns taking pictures of their butts. I don’t think I’ll be posting those.
As most of you know, we are moving this weekend to our new house. Originally, Kim and I decided we were going to rent for another year, but work was nice enough to give me a couple of large raises throughout the year and with the housing market going down we decided it was the best time for us to buy.
And this was no walk in the park either. Our realtor estimates that we looked at some 60 houses before we found the right one; toward the end there we were pretty burned out. We also had some lending troubles. We were going to place an offer on a house, interestingly enough on the same street as where we are buying, only to have our lending fall though. Something about the loans not existing, but I guess that’s what we get for thinking we would still be able to get 100% financing in the middle of the credit crisis. But all’s well that ends well.
Here’s a picture of the house. The driveway is a mess, but the house has been completely rehabbed. All we have to do is sweep and we can move in. I was a little saddened that I wouldn’t be able to do a lot of fixing up, but then I remembered how much I hate working all day only to come home and work all night.

Be glad you don’t live in the city with the highest gas prices in the nation. Kim said she saw gas going for $4.19 at the station around the corner, but the one down the street was at $3.99, so that where she filled up. Luckily, I only drive 12 miles each way to work, but that’s still a gallon a gas a day. If it goes any higher, I’m going to have to ask for a raise just to pay for gas to keep coming into work.