I don't know why the phrase "Get Er Done" popped into my head. I'm nowhere near redneck. Or at least I don't think I am. That'd be pretty entertaining. Regardless, while thinking up a semi-clever title for the update I'm about to bestow, "Get 'Er Done" was my first thought. Out of curiosity, I Googled it. Here's what UrbanDictionary.com has to say about the phrase:
A ridiculously vacuous phrase most often uttered by white middle-class suburbanites and lower-class city dwellers to express an imaginary connection with the country or cowboy lifestyles. Most often used in reference to a task, since it is a take on "get her done," meaning to finish a job, primarily something associated with blue-collar work. The biggest fans of this phrase and its subsiquent cultural niche are those who either have never lived on a farm, never seen a cow, or are unhealthily obsessed with country music. They most often drive pick-up trucks that they don't actually haul anything in, but like to rig out with winches and toolboxes as if they've got important things to do. Similar to poser and cowboy up.
I thought it was entertainingly appropriate. We fit several aspects of this description: "white (well, almost) middle-class suburbanite, imaginary connection to country (that would be our life in Morristown), blue-collar, never lived on a farm, [semi] obsessed with country music, drive a pick up that doesn't [usually] haul anything."
::Chuckle::
Regardless. We're "getting stuff done." Here's what you wanna know:
Our house was on the market for 13 days when we got our first offer. It was $10k under asking price but we met her in the middle and accepted. One inspection, an appraisal, and a couple of small repairs later: we're moving this Friday. Whirlwind!
In the meantime, we've been scrounging for a place to live! As you may or may not know, the game plan is to be here until December(ish). That means we need to live here in Morristown for the next 9 months.
The figuring has been an adventure in itself. In the last two weeks, we've had three different temporary homes lined up. They keep falling through. Ironically, this last choice may or may not be over a sink hole. Hopefully that one doesn't "fall through" too. Haahahah! Get it?
Worried about the sink hole? No worries. That's a whole 'nother story.
The point is: We've made our first major step to moving! It's probably a good thing. I don't think my mother would be very proud if she knew I was going around saying phrases like, "Get Er Done."
