Sunday, November 18, 2012

What Are We Up To?

Just work, that's why I haven't posted. We're not bored, it's just that our life is boring to tell about.

Blake is worried that I'm going to start making reusable toilet paper. He saw a blog post that I left open where a penny pincher was telling how to make it. Now whenever I say that "I'm going to make---" he interrupts me before I can finish my sentence and with panic in his voice says "Not toilet paper!".

His conclusion is that I read too many blogs. :)

I finally got pictures of Micah and Lanna's wedding. Yes, I will post them soon, Heidi. :) 

Last Saturday Blake and I tackled a big project at the shop. We cleaned out the collect-all bay and reorganized. It stretched our marriage communication skills just a tad. We learned about walking away from an argument and coming back later to start over. The area looks terrific- now if we can get the electrician there to wire up the jet washer in the new location, I will be one happy girl! 

This time change thing from a few weeks ago is great... I absolutely love going to work when it is light outside! It's a little bit of a bummer to go home in the dark and realize that the only daylight hours I really get to spend at home are on the weekends, but it's November. It is normal. I'll just enjoy not having to go to work in the dark! 

Food is a great problem for me. Any and all cooking skills which I once had, are now gone. Done, disappeared, over and gone. This leaves a great problem for my husband, who comes home hungry every night. So every week I write out a meal plan and I try again. Just to have the food come out bad and leave us hungry. This week... it's going to be different. This week, I'm going to learn to cook again. I'm determined. It's going to be a good week. :)

How It's Made videos on YouTube have held our fascination the past few weeks. We've seen everything from turbos to hot dogs to glass bottles to jelly beans be made right before our eyes. It's amazing! And as a side note, you probably won't need to remind me for a while that I don't want to eat hot dogs ever again. 

And there you have it. Those are the high points of our life right now. Oh there are other ones too, like the facts that I caught up on my laundry and my dishes are ALL washed and my kitchen is vacuumed, but everyone has that happen every now and then too, so that's nothing new! 

We talked to a guy this week who has cancer. He told us how it really changes your perspectives. When you say "I love you", you mean it. Although he never used to give hugs, he does now. Before he never prayed with his wife. They do now. 

I want to remember that there is more to life. That we are here for a purpose and that we are here for only a short time, so we must make a difference in the time that we are given. I want to not lose sight of the bigger picture which somehow gets lost in the little picture of every day. 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

A Beater with a Heater


It's pouring antifreeze out of the head, 
the tires are bald,
 the title is salvaged, 
and the cab corner obviously was, 
the tail lights don't work (unless you flip a dangling, black-taped switch and then the right tail light works),
  the interior smells like smoke, 
and we tried to put the window down and now it won't go back up.


But!
It gets us down the road, 
it's not super rusty, 
the coffee can be washed off the dash, 
the stained seat covers can be removed, 
the window can be fixed, 
the lights can be fixed,
the smoke smell will eventually fade,
 it has a gooseneck hitch so we can haul scrap,
 it's a 5-speed (I won't miss the 6-speed in the last truck!), 
and it's ours. 

And we like that fact. :)

P.S. Someone already made an offer on it. Why do folks think they need our truck?!

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Dollars for a Dodge

Well, we did it again.

We sold.
our.
truck.

It was our every day driver,
our faithful one,
a sharp looking ride,
the nicest vehicle we'd ever owned,
our truck.

There. I said it. I almost didn't think I'd manage saying that. 
I liked that truck. 
It was clean. 
It was smooth. 
It was quiet. 
It got me where I wanted to go...
 and it could do it fast. 
This was our truck.

But it's not now. A guy who really, really wanted it, is now the proud new owner of it. 

I felt a little sad when I watched this, knowing that it wasn't coming back in this driveway as mine again...
It's ok, I think. We deemed the check that we could get out of it worth more to us than the truck itself.

The only problem is... what do we drive now?