“One More Week.”

Obviously, November 30′s close date didn’t happen.

The new tagline was “One more week”, a joke of a comment that was heard every week in regards to closing the house. It became comical to hear this line, and I rolled my eyes every time the housing team told me this.

But ‘Twas the season in Las Vegas, what with the CityCenter opening up:

CityCenter opens.

CityCenter opens.

One of the giant sculptures.

One of the giant sculptures.

And getting to see Robin Williams perform live at the MGM Grand was pretty awesome:

Robin Williams.

Robin Williams.

We even went back to visit Coffinwood and see their Christmas displays:

Skeleton kids at play.

Skeleton kids at play.

And oh, how they played.

And oh, how they played.

Other than that, “One more week” kept going and going. First, it was “in before Christmas”, then “Right after Christmas”. “In before New Year’s”, and finally, “At the start of the New Year’s”.

There were also the additional hurdles of my mortgage guy getting all butthurt upset about how I withdrew some money out of my account, even though I stayed within the financial guidelines in order to keep myself good. At this point, I somewhat lost it due to stress. This was also on top of an old friend passing away that I knew from Texas since I was 16.

I finally decided to take control of the situation, and reported my realtor to his manager. It didn’t do much, but it did make him behave long enough to get the final papers signed. The mortgage guy kept quoting incorrect final prices, and scolded me for writing bad checks, which again put the fate of the house in “crisis” balance… until he realized that he was confusing my account with someone else’s.

The only “Christmas Miracle” here is that I restrained from stuffing these people on a rocket and launched them into space.

For the first time, a new tree.

For the first time, a new tree.

By the end of 2009, the keys to the house were almost in hand, but due to the title company didn’t sign something on their end, and another party made something sound vague instead of specific in the contract, so they couldn’t release funds.

As of New Year’s Eve, it was still… “One more week.”