Stupid Google.

Our computer has picked up some sort of trojan that has completely hijacked all of our google functions. Quinn, so far, has not been able to weed it out, so we've been stuck using Bing for all of our search engine issues (I HATE Bing) and my blogger hasn't been functioning, so the word pad blog posts that I've written over the last month haven't made it past the deskop, and I'm stuck writing on the dying laptop.

Oh well.

Whatever.
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So, we're house hunting. Several weeks ago I mentioned to Quinn that we had all of 12 weeks to be moved out of this place. A few days of looking at the rental market and we realized that there was no way that we were going to find a place that met our needs that fit our monthly budget, so we started looking into purchasing options. At the current interest rate it is significantly cheaper to make a house payment then to pay rent, so we're trying to buy.

We spent a week writing down lists of addresses and driving all over the city to peek and windows and scope out neighborhoods. We sent our list to my brother, Aaron's real estate agent, and on her first day back in town we met at 9am and started the hunt. After crossing three of our potential favorites off of the list (flooded basement, termites and...more termites) we landed at an adorable little place in a great location for an absolute steal. Headed back to the office to put an offer in, got there, and it had sold that morning.

So that afternoon we went to look at three more. And the next morning we had 9 additional houses to look at. At this point we were close to one we had looked at the morning before, and both of us had kept going back to in conversation, so we went to view that one a second time. By then we had looked at enough places that our eyes had learned to look past dirt, horrific colors on the walls and old fixtures and we realized that that place had the potential to very easily become what we were looking for.

So we put in an offer there.

Come to find out, after our offer was accepted, the house is in the middle of a sink hole area on a flood plain. Wow. SO, we requested to be released from that offer and tonight we went hunting AGAIN.

And maybe, just maybe, we found home. We'll see. As soon as the paper work is all sorted out from the flood plain sink hole, our offer on this one will be official. It needs no work other than a cleaning to be ready to move into. It's a bit smaller than the places we've been looking at, but meets all of our needs. It's a good price, good location, and a beautiful home. We're hoping...

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And while we hope- Gavin now has his top front teeth, is learning how to stand without support and talks CONSTANTLY. Not real words, of course, but he jabbers from the second he wakes up until he murmurs himself to sleep. It's lovely.

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For tonight, over and out.
-Joanna