Life with the colemans

I think the photo sums it all up. We finalized the sale of our home, semi-moved, and now we find ourselves laying around, waiting for the next phase of our lives to unfold.

We have the preliminary drawings back from the architect, and are now rounding up bids so we have a clear understanding of just what we are getting ourselves into. Which means that, for the moment, our progress is in the hands of other and we can sit back and relax for the first time in months. At least we get to enjoy each others company and acrually spend time with family over the holiday's. Needless to say, 08' is going to be an interesting year, who knows what it will hold for our little family!

The transition to life with Coleman's has been surprisingly smooth, much to their credit. You can imagine what it would be like to go from a fairly simple, quiet, organized existance to a life with our crazy schedule and lifestyle, combined with the addition of the everlast one year old (sorry we are a package deal), and a beagle ta boot (she is negotiable). But needless to say we are grateful to them for opening their home to us, especially when our final exit strategy is anything but final.

Here's to the future! Merry Christmas!

Since we are in limbo...

All of us involved in the sale of this home are in a tight holding pattern, hovering somewhere above the lender and just slightly outside of total insanity as we wait for word of the appriasal.

As such, I have a moment to reflect and share another mundane and pointless episode with all who are interested. .

You know how the last week of school was always more of a formality then actually something of worth? This last week I have felt the same as I did at the conclusion of every school year. I have hesitated to start anything new because I don't know how long I have to complete a project(graduation was always in question with me), and I hesitate to pack boxes(again, that graduation problem), just because common sense tells us to hold off until everything is official, etc. It didn't help that the day before we put the house up for sell, out of the blue (no one in the ward knew of our intentions) a member of the bishopric showed up to release me from a calling I have had for almost two years, they "felt it was time for a change".

Needless to say, things have felt slightly out of kilter around here. So, anyway, here's to the only constant in life (change), and here is to Tob and Jess and Millie, who hopefully will take the reigns of the little pink cube and make it their own, and here is to the appraiser: May he be blind to the size of this house, and impressed with its location, lot size, and the splendid two car garage, and may he be open to appraising this home for whatever the bank asks of him! Cheers!

Another day...

Ok, lets get this over with... The correct answer to last week's poll was 1.5 mLs.

Now since this is my blog, and only about, hmmmm, 10 people will likely ever read it, I am going to take a little liberty today and comment on something I consider to be a scourge to and a drain on society. The slow driver.

You know who I am speaking about. For example, take your average day on the freeway. You and the rest of the free world are traveling along at the comfortable pace of 70 - 75 mph. Everyone is getting along, some are tapping their steering wheels to the beat of the radio, a few smiles are exchanged, occasionally you might encounter some strange fellow or lady picking their nose. But on the whole, things are going smoothly. Then, suddenly the road immediately ahead is awash with the angry glow of brake lights. A few surprised and rash drivers swerve into other lanes in an attempt to bypass the cause of the confusion. Shortly, however, the other drivers get organized again and things settle down. After a time you notice that the cars in front of you each successively change lanes and accelerate past an unseen obstacle. When your turn comes you find a vehicle going exactly 64 1/2 mph with a bumper sticker which reads, "DO YOU KNOW where your mother is?". You signal and as you pass the drivers window you see someone dutifully clutching the steering wheel at precisely 10 and 2, their back slightly arched and their eyes ensconced upon the road in front of them. As you ease back into the lane in front of them you are left pondering whether the rigid curvature of their back is the result of an earnest attempt at mainting bowl control, or whether that is the level of concentration it takes to never, under any circumstances short of divine intervention, cross the 65 mph mark? No matter the reason, the message from these drives is clear, "By our refusal to break down and drive 'with the rest of the herd' we are holding this insane world together, and one day you crazy, irresponsible people will thank us".

I don't think so. In fact, I think we should start equipping some of the newer models of the larger SUV's with some sort of device that sits under the vehicle, securely bolted to the frame. When the SUV comes upon such a road obstacle a simple flip of a switch would extend the device which would be shaped like a fly swatter, which as we know is used to remove other annoyances from our lives. Once the device is fully extended and squarely under the slow moving vehicle, another toggle switch would gently lift it a few inches in the air and with a little direction from the driver, would guide the offending vehicle either to the left or right, and safely onto the shoulder, or emergency lane. Thereby doing the rest of us an incalculable service.

Well any way, just a thought and a pipe dream, but a nice one to imagine the next time you find yourself on the freeway, behind another life long member of the Safety Kids. Maybe they would be more comfortable sticking to those car rides at the fair, the ones that don't let you change lanes, or accelerate more than 5 mph for "insurance reasons".

Life as a Dad

So, the boy has taken off, officially. I must admit that this has been one of the most exciting weeks of the past year, as we have watched the boy come closer to walking.

And so it begins....

This blog is under construction, (I used to wear a tool belt, so I know what I am doing). Stay tuned, but don't hold your breath, who knows when I will have this puppy up and running.

P.S. School sucks, but in a good way.