Last night I signed my name 22 times, gave more personal information than you should ever share with one person, confirmed that the bank would get my first born, and that doesn’t even include the contract we had to draw up for the devil.
By the end, my signature, which includes 20 letters (I counted), was becoming less than a recognizable “C” and a “S”. Now I understand why some family members’ signatures resemble a Picaso artwork more than our full last name. So the ball is rolling and I don’t think there is anyway to stop it, I am going to become a homeowner.
Talking to my Mom over the phone she reminded me my life was going to change. “Ya, I know, but for the worse?” Obviously not. But I am reminded of weekend projects of working with my Dad and brother to replace windows, wire outlets, put in ceiling fans, replace the seal for a toliet, removing wallpaper..ect.
The realtor, who has done a lot of work for my family, would make mention to what it would take to hire someone to fix or replace an item. I’d have to remind him that in one way or another that I had had experience in replacing, gutting, and/or fixing that particular object. And it didn’t hurt that I spent almost a year in the home design / roof truss design business.
Luckily, the house that I am buying does not require a huge amount of TLC other than some much needed work to the yard, a fresh coat of paint inside, and replacing a circuit breaker box with some updated wiring. No, I am not replacing the breaker box myself. I’ll leave that to a trained professional. Yes, I do know what a current of electricity feels like.
The ever popular joke has been that I don’t need a work bench. This came about while driving with GTG and telling her about the houses I had been through. I told her that I was not too thrilled with one house because it did not have the much needed space for a work bench. She turned to me, “Why do you need a work bench?” My reply, “To fix stuff, of course!”
To this day, she still does not understand why I need a work bench.
Everyone around the family of Shoo’s has been buzzed with excitement and anticipation of the new house. My mom has already taken stock in what she has, and what she can give to me, so that she can buy new. I think I am getting a “preowned” vaccuum cleaner. My ultimate goal though has been to get a new Weber charcoal grill. You thought it was bad when I posted a video of my popcorn maker…. just wait.
Move-in date has been scheduled for August 5th, which just happens to be my birthday.
Shoo, seriously. Why would you need a work bench? My dad insisted that every house we lived in when I was growing up had a large “work area” in the garage. At 52 years though, he’s finally wised up. They just BUILT a custom-made house, and there is no work bench anywhere in sight…. Men…
Congratulations Shoo. That’s really awesome. You don’t need a temporary dining room table -do you?
Nattie -
We could have a battle of sexes right here on Gotshoo, but I am just going to let this go…cause you know I am right.
Kristen -
I’ve got a dining room table already. Thanks for the offer. And congratulations on your closing!
Mike will be glad that you have “other” birthday plans
Congrats on signing your life away….it can only be more fun from there, right?
Congrats Shoo even though you did not use me as your Realtor. I have begun working for Remax the #1 broker in Springfield so everyone needs to do some networking for me and get me some business. I would appreciate any leads that anyone can give me. I am back on the blogging scene too. Peace
Jeff, do you have a personal website? Or a page on a remax website?
Shoo, no battle of the sexes is necessary. I like it when you guys do stuff like that so I have something to laugh at. Jager, best of luck in your new field. Hope everything goes well for you!
Congrsts Shooey! You rule.
Jeff — I just removed your damn blog link yesterday! (because you never update)
Congrats on the new job! I hope baby is well too.
nattie, i tried to tell him about the uselessness of the work bench. i laughed at him. i teased him. i told him how pointless it was.
but he came up with this brilliant reasoning of how he’s going to have sooo much work to do on this house, and he’ll be using his work bench all the time.
i just pretended like he was right.