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Name: Deby
Birthday: 3/30/1977
Gender: Female
Interests: Being outdoors, laughing with my daughter, snuggling with my husband, watching my son sleep, singing in the shower, and trying to find the perfect way to make popcorn in my stovetop popper.
Expertise: Letting dishes sit in the sink for a really long time, waiting to be washed...although I'm supposed to be working hard to fix that!
Occupation: Medical
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AIM:  debima
Member Since:
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| I've been taking a little hiatus. So it's been, what? Like 6 weeks since I posted. Lots of fun stuff going on. Lots of stressful things going on. But I suppose it's nothing that we can't handle. Here's a little rundown.
- Katherine started kindergarten
- Oliver started pre-school
- Katherine and I went to Mary Poppins (got a GREAT deal on tickets!)
- The Vikings are 5-0 (yay!)
- The Twins were (key word: WERE) awesome
- I did the Iron Girl Duathlon
- Gary and I ran the TC 10 Mile race
- We celebrated our 9th anniversary and went to Grand Marais for a few days
- Our new house is moving along and we're almost done making all of our decisions
- We're looking forward to getting out of our townhouse in a mere 48 days (probably a few more than that)
So there it is. Six weeks all rolled into a few bullet points. Maybe at some point I'll go back and elaborate a bit. But I'm obviously not going to promise anything. 
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| I know, I know. The three of you who read my blog are incredibly tired of my sob story about having to leave our house. In fact, maybe there used to be four blog readers, but one of you left because you just couldn't take the constant whining. Well, I understand. My incessant complaining about how difficult it's been is almost getting on my nerves too. So, you'll be happy to know that I'm just about done with it.
Yes folks, after tonight, I will stop whining about being a crybaby.
I will stop making my itty bitty problems seem like they're worse than anyone else's problems.
I will no longer focus on me, me, me.
However, I still need tonight. So, here goes nothing.
I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning at the old house. There were odds and ends that needed to be taken out of the house. And the whole place needed a cleaning. I told Gary that I found it funny that it took us moving out of the house for me to actually clean the thing! (My refrigerator hasn't been that clean since the day it came out of a cardboard box!) Along the way, I decided that I needed to bake one last batch of cookies in my kitchen. In the past few years, I kind of took it as my personal job to make goodies for people in the neighborhood. New neighbors, new babies, etc, I would make cookies. So anyway, somebody needed to welcome the new people to the neighborhood! I came back to the townhouse and whipped up a quick batch of oatmeal butterscotch cookies (because I was all out of chocolate chips) and took it back to the house to bake while I was cleaning.
The cookies weren't the best ones ever, but they worked. I even wrote a little note to the new people, telling them that we loved the memories we made in the house, the neighbors are a wonderful community, yada yada yada...
I ate lunch out on the deck and enjoyed the view. We had a picnic dinner out in the backyard and watched people running and biking past. The four of us talked about the best things about the house, the things we wouldn't miss, the neighbors we'd miss the most. (I'm not telling names!) It was nice.
I said goodbye to good friends. (And I'm hoping that absence makes the heart grow fonder and we'll actually be better friends now that we're not so close in proximity.)
I made Gary and the kids come inside the house and we had a big hug and took one last photo.
I walked around all of the rooms and watched a slideshow of memories in my mind. I lingered in the smallest bedroom as I thought about our babies sleeping there. And then I got to my bedroom, the last room I visited on my retrospective tour, and the trickle of tears became a river. I found myself just laying on the floor, sobbing.
Eventually, Gary started calling my name and he came and told me that, "No, you cannot sleep here tonight. The kids are in the car, we HAVE to go!" He held my hands, pulled me up, and we walked out together.
It's not that I can't live in another house. A house is a house.
It's not that I can't live in another neighborhood. Good neighbors can be found anywhere. (I hope!)
But it's hard to let go of a good thing. I'm working on it though.
We gave the keys to the new people. Gary told them that they had better enjoy the view out the back window. I told them that, well, I didn't tell them much because I didn't want to break down crying and look like a fool.
But I did make them cookies.
And I sincerely hope that they are able to make MY home into THEIR home. I hope that they are able to start this next chapter of their lives with excitement. And I hope they don't paint Katherine's room. (But let's face it, they probably will.)
Goodbye 10561. Thank you for everything.
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| It's bittersweet. It's our last official night at our home. We were driving the kids to school this morning and I turned to Gary and said, "It's just so surreal." It's crazy to me that we've sold our house and we're moving out tomorrow. I know that I was there and made all the big decisions together with Gary. But did we really do this? It happened so fast! Two months ago, I wasn't even giving the ok for the whole thing to get started. And all of a sudden, here we are, moving out. Tomorrow. I'm excited for our new house. But I'm still in denial about leaving our current house. I just can't really think about it much. Because you know me. I'll cry. | | |
| Just back from a meeting at the builder's office so we could sign off on the final plans. It went fine, there were no big surprises or anything. There were a few moments when I was feeling a bit of tension, but nothing bad.
One of my complaints throughout the process so far is that the owner of the company doesn't seem to care about us at all. We're working with a guy (Rick) who sits in their model house and is a realtor. He sold our house. But now that we're figuring things out with the builder, he is their agent. That's fine. But the owner has taken absolutely no interest in us at all. And I'm not saying that he needs to sit down and try to be our best friend. But he could act like he cares about our business. I was there once to pick up some samples and he didn't even introduce himself when we came in and handed me what I was looking for. Once, he walked into a meeting once to shut a door and was turning to just walk out until Rick called him out and introduced us to him. It's not like they're building a ton of houses right now. You'd think it would be good for business if he were to just make an effort to say hi or anything.
Anyway... when we were there today, another couple came in. We actually got kicked out of the conference room for them. They had a rep from the builder there, and they had their own realtor there, and then the owner of the company also went in and sat in on the meeting. It just kind of irks me that those people are important and we're not. I'm trying to move past it. But customer service and making me feel valued is HUGE. Is that too much to ask?
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| Well, three weeks have come and gone. I feel like I'm probably in a better place than I was a few weeks ago when I last blogged, but I know that it's just the calm before the storm.  I've spent a good part of the last few weeks focusing on things not house related. (I think that's maybe called denial.) But here we are, a few days from moving out of the house, and I can't really escape the reality of what is happening. Gary has packed up most everything so far, and it's about time that I join in the "fun" and get moving. It's not going to be easy, and any time I sit and think about leaving the house for the last time, I get choked up. But come on, it should be completely expected by now!
We've done a bit of work on the new house. Tomorrow we'll go and sign off on the plans. I'm nervous about choosing the exterior color because the color that I really want isn't available. Well, it probably IS available, but I don't want to pay a premium to get it. So, we'll see. Gary has been doing all of the negotiating because to be honest, I'm miserable at it. I'd much prefer the approach of a no-haggle builder. Just give me a price list and let me choose my options. None of this back and forth and arguing about how much something will cost. Anyway...
There are days when I'm really excited about the new house. But most of the time, I still think about all of the things that I'm leaving behind. I have a feeling that once we've moved to our itty bitty townhouse, I'll start thinking more positively about the new house. Either that or I'll just wish that we'd stayed put and never moved at all. Of course, then it will be too late.
Check out the current progress. They staked the lot last Thursday. So impressive...
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