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Coming Home

Yeah, my computer is busted and I HATE typing on my phone but I promise that I will make a solid effort to keep the blog a going.  Why post today, you ask?  I just happen to be at the library.  There are tons of stuff I could rant about but I really don't have that kind of time so let's talk about the biggest thing going on right now with me.

We bought a house!!!  If you've never bought a house before it is a complete pain in the ass to find one you like just to have it snatched away 4 or five different times.

We went in to it very naive.  We liked the first house we saw and made an offer.  Long story short, trans union made a reporting error on my wife's credit report and it took us 6 more months to find a place.  To add a little flavor to the story, one of my oldest friends (sup, Jerry) bought the house that we liked.  When I visited him he told me that he never goes into the finished basement and will never light either of the two fireplaces (yes, two) which were the only reasons I wanted the house in the first place.

Anyhoo, on the day we found the house we actually bought we also found another house that I really liked.  No fireplace, but it had a full basement and garage.  Our house has neither.  Guess which one my wife like more.  Let's just say the next person that tells me "Happy wife, happy life." is going to get punched in the neck.

There are a dozen little weekend projects in this house.  I am currently engaged in a fearsome battle with the furnace (which I am getting creamed in).  You see, the furnace is under the house in a dug out crawl space.  If it doesn't sound fun to work on, that's only because it sucks ass.

I would continue complaining but that isn't going to fix a thing and Lowe's doesn't stay open 24 hours.  I am happy to report that it finally starting feel like home, there.  I have a normal place to throw my keys.  I don't have a normal spot on the couch yet but you would have to sit down to carve one of those out and yeah, not a lot of sitting so far.  The only thing we are missing is an honest to goodness stereo and the internets.  One of those will wait until summer when Google Fiber comes back through.  Hopefully all heating and cooling issues will be solved by then.

Let me get back to it.  Being that it is currently Saturday I need to run these errands real quick and get my hands on a cocktail of some sort, sit my ass down and make myself at home.

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