The Home Buying Experience

First 6 months: Eh? Who needs savings we got 6 months!
First request for documentation: "Hey Misty, that paper, the one I was using to support my soda, wher'd it go?"
First Appointment with the home builder: Me: "So, ya gonna dig the hole or what?"
First Appointment for home fitting: Me: "I can totally build that, you don't need to finance a furnace" Misty: " A hole in the wall, and a make shift chimney doesn't mean its a furnace."
2ND Home fitting meeting: Misty: "Do you like this color with this color to match that color?" Me: "it's fine, can I go now?"
Final Finance Meeting: Me: "Mr. owl, exactly how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop" Finance Guy: 30 years @ 6% $5,800.00 down.
Signing away our lives for 30 years.... priceless

What was your experience?

Greatful.... Bah Humbug!

I don't want to be grateful, I want to sleep and watch football. I want to rest with a cold soda, club sandwich, and watch football. I want to listen to my mp3 player, relax with a cold soda, club sandwich and flip though the judge Judy on t.v. I don't want to pack, move, work, sell stuff, find stuff, be nice, clip Zach or Kamrynn's toe nails, serve, waiter, family mover guy, kid russ'lin, and friends of the kids kick them out exterminator person. No, I don't want to do any of these things lately. All the things that bring me joy now are terrible things. Things like watching old You Tube episodes of the Red-Green show, or things that suck up my time like blog reading or posting when in fact I should be concentrating on other important things. No, I do not want to have to fax, e-mail, listen to my boss, or run another inventory cycle count. No, I don't want to have to gather up important papers, run to freaking Idaho twice in a week, or try to make arraignments to get out of work when right now work sounds GREAT! Yes, I want a cold soda, good football game, and a club sandwich. No, I do not want to work on finding out any of the great mysteries of the universe, I just want a cold soda, club sandwich, and a good night's sleep. Maybe I will listen one more time as the mortgage guy says, "yeah Dave, I need a copy of your W-2 from 1985" or I need another copy of bla bla bla even though you sent that to me yesterday. No I don't want to answer your gospel question in Sunday school, I just want to listen. No, don't ask me to be Joseph in the play, I am not an actor or singer, or transformer. Yes, I am a Grinch green all over this year but sometime soon the sun will come out again, and I will be ready for that time with a cold soda, club sandwich, and a good time at hand.

Local News and Weather

Checking out the local news and weather report is how we celebrate a victory of kids actually going to bed and asleep, Zach rarely gives us any trouble, but that Scorpio girl of ours is just the opposite and has the ability to turn into a night owl. Back to the news, Dan Pope, Marti, Kevin, and all the stand by's for weekends. The transition from news to weather to sports is the true entertainment. I don't exactly know what it is, but the hype and the drama about the possibility of having to use Google Earth to "pin point" a snow flake in my neighborhood gives me a much needed laugh. How all the news stations let me know how important it is to "know before you go" like that is going to get me out of work, "hollo boss, yeah it's me Dave, listen I now know before I go so I won't be coming into work." They use catchy phrases like "4-Warn Weather" and "Live 5 VIPOR" oooh, ahhh, and the weekend stand in's I know they just found that guy or girl off of Cougar Beat or UTAH NOW shows.
It is mostly entertaining and interesting to see the folly in the reporting of the "local news" that Bill Gephart and Debbie Ker-plak-istan are top notch. After the weather I like to make a nice club sandwich with pickle and watch Arrested Develpment re-runs with Misty.

Thankful day

More over I want to thank that kid in 5Th grade who's last name was Butt, yes you read right, his name was John Buttz. I would scan a photo from my year book but eh, anyway I wanted to finally thank John Buttz because he took the heat off of me when I was in Mrs. Pelton's class, in the which I got busted by the bully kid Paul Thaxton, (I could probably find him on some sex offender list now) picking my nose and wiping the content under my desk. Yep, I got ridiculed for digging for buggers. You see when I got busted John was sitting a ways from me, minding his own business, just when Paul began to rally up the class to pulverize me with jokes of nose pick 'n, there I was like a puppet on a string I was in his hands. I could see what Paul was about to say, those words, bugger picker! I almost saw his mouth form the words just as John Buttz let out a loud and nosy fart. You see during our lunch it was pizza day and for some reason the pizza didn't fit well with John just like his last name. Something had to give, and thankfully it was John. I never got to say thanks, so I sit here tonight enjoying a soda and packing boxes getting ready for moving day. Today I say thanks. Now didn't that just about sound like one of those Budweiser commercial men of genius.

I do want to thank some people who are important in my life. Mom, thanks for being so strong when you don't want to be. Brian, dude, I know your reading this at some point you need to know that I love you. Ann, common girl come spend some time with your bro in Utah. Gary, tuff times call for strength and thanks for not being a wimp. My cousins, Ha! I love you guys too even though I think Travis is going to be the next Uni-bomber sorry dude I think its in your gene code. Heather (Gary's wife) your good people, it is nice of you to take care of other people's kids, I am sure you and Gary would be good foster parents. You should look into that.
Finally to Misty, thanks babe.

Everclean - by far the Greatest Boy Band - better than KISS

Sons of Provo has been a crack up for a long time but lately I have just been laughing listening to the soundtrack a few too many times in a row. Play it 'til you kill it right?

A Few Things

This is our future back yard, the grade will slope enough for us to have a split level back yard.
Which means more work.
As you drive into the neighborhood, sweet huh?


Misty and I wanted to try a date night with the kids. This is the jest of it.
Friday night the fam and I went on a "double date" that's right, Kamrynn was my date and Zach was Misty's. We explained that on a date we don't fart and think it's funny, (even though everyone does) we open the door for girls, and always say nice things.

We wanted to try something local so we went to dinner in Grantsville at some China Bob's Chinese joint. I don't like Chinese as much, I just can't get behind people thinking that rice is a course in the meal, that it should be served alone as it's own meal. Rice is like a snack that fills you before you get the good stuff. That being said I wasn't in too much support of China Bob.

The local scene was Grantsville, they had CNN on a flat screen playing in the back ground. The Po-Po Platter was a nice meal to share, Kamrynn was most disappointed because there were no french fries. Zach on the other hand didn't want to try much except for the egg rolls, which he devoured. Misty loves Chow-Min and about the only thing we could get Kam to eat were the little corn vegetables mixed in with the Chow-Min. The locals drifted in and out with various sizes and shapes, families, and singles, couples with matching Harley Davidson jackets, and one man who was still wearing his bright orange highway road crew vest. It was awesome. Like I said, I don't support rice as a meal, but the rest of the dinner was great. We did take home extra Chow-Min, egg rolls, and Won-Ton which is my favorite. During the date Kamrynn and Zach needed to excuse themselves to use the bathroom, Zach doesn't need too much supervision, but Kamrynn still yells at the top of her bathroom voice, "I'm DONE!!" whomever takes Kamrynn to the bathroom gets the famous yell announcing her triumph and successfully defeating of the pot.

It was mine to suffer... publicly. Misty's date got the door for her and said nice things, my date got me a full moon and a smile.

We ended dinner and paid for our extra China Bob's food and got ice cream at Solburg's Market.
I figured we would run into some of Misty's family there but our shopping went unnoticed.
Western Family has some grommet ice cream and I remember James telling me about it so we went with the best, Moose Tracks. Russell's brand ice cream has somehow cheeped out on the peanut butter cups, making me revert back to the Blue Bunny brand, but somehow Western Family pulled it off and made a real good Moose Tracks.

Our date ended at 9 o'clock! Our kids were bushed and luckily fighting a cold so off to bed they went with Robitussin dreams to sustain them.
Oh yeah, earlier in the day we went to check out what the dude is going on with our house here are the latest results.

Weekending

Work + Inventory + Whacked out inventory = Hell week. Football players use hell week to get into serious shape and ready themselves for the upcoming season. I use Hell week to blitz the inventory at work. Counting everything isn't the problem, but reconciling the lost or bonus dollars drives me nuts. I hate the event and I am not looking forward to it.

First of all it is at a crappy time, our inventory has to be counted the day after Thanksgiving! I can't make any plans for that week. Then we have to "Team-up" with people who are not in my department and couldn't really tie there own shoes to begin with and therefore I believe should be ejected from counting on account that I don't want to do things twice.

I hate inventory. So this weekend I vented some built up hatred toward a part of my job and saw the Weenier mobile. Enough said.

I hope everyone else had as good a weekend as me. I only wish that my cousin's would have come to the City of Rocks, and my sister. I am glad that I got to spend time with those people that I love. It was good to see everyone, even Heather!