It's Official.....California

It's true. We just accepted a job with Shea Homes in CA. My responsiblities will involve managing homes built in a master planned retirement community. I will also have a hand in the construction of the amenities....golf course, club-house, water features, etc. We will begin our move at the end of April. Conveniently, Cory and Kristen will only be a half hour away. We are extremely excited about this new opportunity.

We expect that if we want to buy a home there it will take only 28 years. Until then we will be renting. I hope all of you will make the trip to visit us sometime.

Construction Classics Part III

A continuation of previous posts stating actual comments that were said to me or in my presence at the construction site. I love what I do!

1. "It's completely different over there, but the same."

2. "All's I know is I don't know."

3. "Well..... I need to go pick up all my kids from all their prospective mothers."

4. "I have two little kids--they're three months apart."

The Road to Hell...is Paved

I once had a BYU professor give an entire lecture on why cars are the demise of our society. It was quite interesting, and very detailed. Today, I realized that not having a car is equally a demise--not to society, but to my life.

Yes, our problem-free car has become a problem. (Now, you will notice from the picture that this is NOT our car. Our car has a dent that enabled us to pocket $600 from a careless lady in a big truck--obviously not used to driving a big truck.)

Thankfully, I decided that it was warm enough (and I was recovered enough from a nasty cold aquired over Thanksgiving) to jog outside. I was thus stuck at home rather than the gym. So, there's the bright side. On the dull side, I had nothing to do. I couldn't make my Christmas deliveries as I had planned, couldn't rent a movie, couldn't read a book (I planned on buying a new one tonight), couldn't call anyone...well, I guess I could have called someone.

I did, however, straighten up my house, do laundry, and complain to Brady, who is on campus studying.

Really, I'm just ticked that I have to get up an hour earlier to drop Brady off and borrow a car. Now, isn't that a funny thing to whine about? Just rememember that this entry was written entirely to occupy my mind.