So the sellers actually weren’t big jerks and came down a lot and so I’m stuck with the 3500 but that isn’t too bad considering that was actually going to be my closing costs which were going to be financed with the loan, but now aren’t.  Because of all this nonsense, I am actually getting the house for less money than I originally was, so good.

And we probably aren’t going to be able to close until Tuesday or Wednesday of next week at the earliest, so I’ll have a few more days.

I really appreciate everyone who is bidding on my silent auction. I am going to keep it open until 10 pm EST today (Monday) so please bid away! Geo was quite impressed by my auction. I said I might run a second one if I find stuff to sell and he said that he would sell his socks and underwear and a shirt that smells like him. While I think there is a market for that, I’m not sure that this blog is the place. Hehe. Although he smells good.

(Wow, you are a homeowner! How did you pull that off? Oh, my fiance sold his underwear.)

Meanwhile, I’ve started packing. The last couple of times that I’ve moved, I’ve done a horrible job packing. I’m really trying to do a good job this time, and really go through things and keep them organized. I’m also trying to get rid of a bunch of stuff that we don’t use/don’t like/don’t need.

But it is proving to be difficult. The first problem came when I cleaned out Bug’s room and realized that 99% of her wardrobe does not fit. Seriously, I wiped out her entire wardrobe.

Bubba and Snowbaby are pretty confused about the move. I’ve driven them past the house several times (and Snowbaby has gone inside) and I’ve explained that we are ALL going to live there..Mommy and Daddy and Callie and Bug and Meredith and Elle and Snowbaby and Bubba and all of our stuff.

But Bubba is getting worried about it. When I pack stuff, he takes it out of boxes. He says he wants to keep it. I tell him that he is keeping it, we are just moving it to the new house. He keeps asking if he gets to go to the new house, if Daddy gets to go, if his dinosaur gets to go, if this ripped piece of crayon wrapper gets to go.  Snowbaby just likes to dump out boxes because she thinks it is funny.

And then Meredith thinks it is funny to pick on Bubba about stuff, so she’ll say, “Bubba your dinosaur doesn’t get to come to the new house” and then Bubba will fling himself on the floor and scream for thirty minutes. But Meredith is a little insecure about it too, asking if I was really going to let her come to the new house and if she could really decorate her side of the her room.

So I’ve got a lot of work to do, and I’m not even going to think that my mom is coming to visit me soon, or that we are all going to a Cubs game soon and I need to plan for that or that my wedding is less than two months away.

I’m just going to focus on the fact that I’m not sure I can get out of my bedroom right now, because of the pile of stuff between the computer and the door. Wish me luck. And thanks again for all your bids.

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