Got back from a business trip to San Antonio yesterday… a couple observations:
1. There is absolutely no basement in the Alamo
2. Freeway “turnarounds” are a product of sheer civil engineering genius
3. 95% of texans sound like texans
4. Texas businessmen chew tobacco in meetings
5. I still hate the San Antonio spurs
So we moved out of the rental in Paradise Valley to stay at Hotel Grandma for a couple weeks until the purchase of our new home (also in Paradise Valley) is finalized. We’ll be there until Friday the 9th if all goes well. Hopefully we don’t drive Grandma and Grandpa insane in the meantime. The photo isn’t really pertinent but I wanted to show off how awesome my kids look in sunglasses.
For those who are not aware, Elly and I celebrated our 10th anniversary on October 10th. As I was going through old 35mm negatives to scan into the computer, I came across the photo below. What better way to celebrate an anniversary than a REALLY depressing photo to remind you of your early years.
Chandler is a SWAT team guy, Warner a Cowboy, Reagan a poor hobo witch, and Molly is Cat Woman? Halloween was pretty lame this year and the candy withdrawls that each of our kids went through is making me think twice about the whole thing.
In other news… today Elly and I made an offer for a house available here in Paradise Valley only a couple miles from where we’re at now. It’s definitely a fixer upper but the price we couldn’t turn down. Maybe I’ll tie Elly to the desk and force her to actually post something about the status of the house search.
I got a “picture” message from Elly today whilst at a client site working on a PC…. and when I laughed out loud I was obligated to share what my outburst was all about. I had to tell him… “I just got a photo from my wife of a big log dropped right on the carpet by one of my twins.” Time to potty train apparently.
The photo below is an artists interpretation of what the aforementioned turd would have looked like with googley eyes and a mouth. Thought it would lessen the shock of seeing feces… plus I don’t have that mechanism that tells my brain what is socially unacceptable to post on a blog. This is why I keep trying to get Elly to do it…