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Name: Shannon
Birthday: 2/11/1984
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Interests: Watching TV, hiking, camping and maybe one day kayaking, making music and worshiping God
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| Our pastor pretty much negotiated the whole deal; it's a hobby of his to get couples into their first homes. It's kind of a special circumstance because of that. The seller is giving us a great deal, so we're not really negotiating a price. It will be $129,000, I believe, plus closing costs that we could pay or add to the mortgage. Deborah, who showed us the house and is in charge of remodeling the property, said by the time it is remodeled it should be appraised at $150,000ish. So as soon as we close, her crew will start remodeling and we get to pick out all kinds of stuff! We're talking to the finance guy Tuesday night, but he's already approved us for a mortgage and said we're perfect FHA candidates.
It's pretty amazing how it all happened. About a month before Brendan graduated I was wondering whether we should move to an apartment closer to Gainesville, try to see if we could get a house or just stay put until Brendan gets a job teaching. Well, I like to plan and have everything under control, but I didn't know what was best. So I finally stopped worrying about it so much and told God if something dropped in our lap we'd pursue it, otherwise we'd just stay put for now. Well, then our pastor talked to us about getting us in a house. He got all our info and basically did all the work to get us approved and find us a house. So Monday I found out where the house was, which was not at all where we had been looking. We wanted to be closer to the mountains and out in the country. But we went to look at the house anyway. And I didn't think it would be out in the country, but it totally was. And it has trees, and a porch and a stone fireplace and hardwood floors and a fenced yard. Basically everything I wanted. God's amazing.
I keep thinking of new things that I will be able to do in a house. I can of course plant flowers, which I'm very excited about. I can also start a compost pile! I can plant a vegetable garden! I can get the extra old-fashioned ice cream maker my grandparents have for me and sit on my front porch and make ice cream (in a few months when it is warmer of course)! We can get a dog! Next Christmas we can hang our stockings over the fireplace! I can install things to make my home more energy efficient! I can hang my clothes to dry! I can pick out appliances and lighting and other stuff at the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, which means I could stay within the alloted allowance but get nicer stuff! I'm sure I'll think of more things, too. And of course all that doesn't even include the remodeling work that I'll get to help with. Once we close I will take some pictures of the inside, before they start working on the remodel.
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| Why would a bride, as part of her wedding ceremony, carry a piece of dried apple that belonged to her late paternal grandfather? And, I know we include sentimental items the bride carried, but really, why would she announce this to all The Times readers? I'd really like to know the story behind this dried piece of apple.
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| "Comprised" is NEVER followed by "of." Why don't our reporters know this? Why don't our editors know this? I'm going insane.
The paper comprises many ignorant reporters. It is not comprised of ignorant reporters.
And while I'm at it, it's "under way" not "underway." And check your AP stylebook before the dictionary.
Geez, people. Maybe this is why Dr. Carroll became a professor -- to stop this insanity from ever starting.
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| For four months now I have been battling with Windstream to get my bill back to what it is supposed to be. Used to, we would pay about $115 for Internet, phone and DishNetwork services. Then all of a sudden it jumped to $150 with no warning. Then I called to fix it and dropped our DishNetwork plan down to the Top 100 channels, and the next month it was still $150 because of some random fees they made up. Then I dropped HBO, and still saw very little decrease in our bill. Then lighning busted our modem and we got a new one; the lady on the phone said this would not cost anything if we renewed our service. Then they charged us $30 for the renewal. Brendan called to get this fixed and somehow they credited us only $8 and made our Internet faster for which they said we'd save $9. Yeah, right. The bill next month should be around $100, the lady said. I informed her that if it wasn't I'd be calling again. D***, I hate them. If it were just me I would have long ago cancelled this stupid telephone and Internet service. I don't need it. And I sure as heck don't need them.
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| This weekend was full of babies.
There were babies and little pregnant women every where at Mountain Day, and I want to be one of them. And being with two other recently married women, we of course talked babies. And I worked nursery at church Sunday in the infant room. And even though little August was fussy much of the time, he was still so cute and I just wanted to hold him and make it better (and I was the one holding him when he finally went to sleep). And before he got fussy he was just staring at my face and making all these cute little baby smiles and other faces. He is 3 months old, in case you were wondering.
I want one. But I also want Brendan to have a long-term, full-time job, and I want to have a house and a reliable car. But I want a baby now. Hence the dilemma. I thought being around babies by working nursery or playing with my boss' daughter would give me a baby outlet so I could wait a little longer for my own. I think it's just making it worse.
Maybe God's telling me something. I should forget being responsible and just trust he'll give us a house and car and job by the time little Ada Caroline or Rylan William pops out, right? It's certainly possible; we do plan on having all those things in the next nine months. But Brendan's also not sure he wants to be a teacher, and it seems we should have things certain before we bring someone else into the world who will depend on us. But I still want one.
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