We went to Old Baylor this year to take the annual pictures in the bluebonnets. (very close to the Antique Rose Emporium in Independence, TX) I highly recommend this spot; it was wonderfully colorful!
I wish I knew how to make this easier… Pictures are in our gallery - click on Photos at the top OR Our Photo Gallery at the right, then click Combined Pictures of Our Kids, then 2008, then March. Enjoy!
2 comments April 7th, 2008
Did you ever have role models? There are wonderful women in our church that I have looked up to for years now. I have watched them raise their families, teach Sunday School, and hold various positions of notoriety in our town. I still think they “hung the moon”. But I think I held some unrealistic expectations of them. After all, they are human and they are capable of every emotion, good and bad. I just never saw their bad side.
Don’t think that something has happened to one of these women to make me change my mind about them. I am just realizing now that it’s time for me to stop aspiring to be one of them and to follow my own life’s plan. I can’t be them; I’m not them! It’s hard for me to think that maybe somewhere other little girls might be looking up to me, wanting to be like me. (And I don’t say this to be proud, I say it because I have a daughter that will hopefully want to be at least a little bit like me.)
So how do I be “all that I can be” without joining the army? How is it possible for me to aspire to be perfect, when I fall so laughably short? I keep running across these verses -
“…the older women [should] be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.” - Titus 2:3-5 (NIV)
The New Living Translation says if the older women do these things, “then they will not bring shame on the word of God”. Wow. What a responsibility. I don’t claim to be old, but I know I’m older than most of the people I am around, and I know my life choices make me “older” than most. (being married, having kids, etc.)
So, I don’t want to be a role model. I want to be a Titus Woman. Next week I’ll pick out my costume. Hopefully it will have a cape.
Add comment March 15th, 2008
I cannot take any credit for this. Alicia wrote them all. But they are great, and I concur. Make sure you follow these to the letter.
So, in case you haven’t been told yet, the most entertaining and addicting* sport here at Texas A&M is baseball. And at last, baseball season starts this Friday, Feb. 22!! The whole reason I bring this up is that I want us to reserve a row. Not a Percussion Studio row, but a “bring everyone you know and let’s hang out and watch some great baseball” row. And by “reserve a row”, I mean that we have to be there early the first game to get a good row, and then we must sit in the exact same spot for every game. It may sound lame, but this is how it works at Olsen. Otherwise, you are one of the losers wandering around looking for your friends. So please post here if you are ready to commit to sitting on a designated row for the season. This does not mean that you will be there for every game! It just means that you will be in attendance for a good number of games (there are 39 home games, and I’m thinking you should be looking at going to at least 15 of them to make this commitment) and that you would be interested in sitting with other cool people.
As in any organized society, Olsen Field has rules. And these rules specifically apply to the row that we will reserve:
1) Do not yell at the first base coach to get in the box. I was in the stands when that was invented, and you don’t even know what you’re talking about. It is not cool, entertaining, or even remotely funny. It is dumb. Olsen is about originality, not mob mentality.
2) Only yell “Blue, you suck!” when there are no other words in the English language that suffice in this instance. See point #1.
3) Game time is posted on the website. Only a university excused absence will excuse tardiness. (j/k)
4) Everyone gets heckled at Olsen, including other Aggie fans. It’s all in good fun, so lighten up and laugh. And then yell at the next person that does something stupid.
5) If someone makes a good play, you applaud their outstanding physical prowess regardless of what uniform they wear. We respect hard work at Olsen.
6) Do not yell, “Hello?!?” at people who are on the phone. You don’t know what kind of emergency would call their attention from a baseball game.
7) Stay until the end of the game. I have seen (with my own two eyes) us come back from an EIGHT RUN deficit in the EIGHTH INNING to win the game 10-9 (vs. Nebraska). I have also seen us beat Tech (amazing!) in the bottom of the 10th inning by ONE RUN off of a GRAND SLAM. It ain’t over till the fat lady sings, and we have this special substance we call “Olsen Magic” on our side.
8 ) We do not talk about a certain city in Nebraska until after Super Regionals. Period.
9) If you have something intelligent/witty to yell at players/coaches/fans/umpires, keep it short. We don’t keep stenographers in the stands.
10) Take care of the fans that sit around you. We’re all there to support our team, so get to know them and reserve their seats when they have to be late for whatever reason.
She wrote this sometime last week, and we ended up losing 3 out of 4 games this past weekend. Hopefully the Aggies’ luck will change starting tonight. Gig ‘em, Ags.
3 comments February 29th, 2008
Kevin and I have been adding the books we’ve read into our “Library”. Look on the right-hand side of our page to peruse, and don’t talk above a whisper.
1 comment February 5th, 2008
What? Yeah, that’s what everyone else thought when they heard too. By the way, this is really long. The moral is: DON’T EVER GO TO THE ER.
So, you might remember that a few weeks ago, I thought I had a kidney stone. I endured the pain, thinking it would pass, but I also contracted a fever and chills on Christmas day. So I made a doctor’s appointment for the Friday after Christmas, the 28th, hoping he could tell me why I had had such extreme pain in my abdomen for 2 weeks straight. (And actually, when I called on Thursday the 27th, the receptionist told me my doctor could see me the following Monday, but I pleaded with her that I was in a lot of pain, and she worked me in. My doctor must have wanted to leave early that day because there was pretty much no one there in the office.)
Kevin dropped me off at the doctor’s office because the kids had to go take their naps. After the standard weight and height check (I haven’t grown taller since the 8th grade; I don’t know why they keep checking.), they asked me why I was there. I told a nurse I had been having severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight. So the doctor came in and asked me why I was there. I told him I had been having severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight. (Just wait, it gets better.) He told me to “hop up on the table” (yeah, right) so he could check me out. He pressed on my abdomen for awhile, I screamed and cried, and he told me we needed to have a CT scan run on me. He called over to radiology to have them set it up. I called Kevin to keep him updated on my progress.
So I wait for just a few minutes more when the doctor’s head nurse (??) comes in and asked me why I needed a CT scan. I said, “I have had severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight.” Come on, I’m not a doctor, and I don’t play one on tv. She said, “Well, the CT machine is not operating right now. They’re doing routine maintenance on it because it’s the holidays and they didn’t figure too many people would need it. So, we’re going to send you to the ER so you can have a CT scan.”
Exit head nurse, enter doctor. (By the way, I really do like this doctor.) The doctor tells me he wants to run the scan to check for either a kidney stone, appendicitis, or an ovarian cyst. He said if it doesn’t show any of those things, he would bet it was a bladder infection. (It wasn’t a bladder infection. I’ve had one of those and it hurts when you pee. I only had severe abdominal… you get the picture.)
So, Katrina came over while the kids finished napping, and I told Kevin to grab a book - we were going to the ER. We got there, signed in, another weight and height check, and they asked what my level of pain was and why I was there. I told them I wasn’t having too much pain at that moment but that I had been having severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight. The check-in nurse asked, “And you’re just now coming in?” Look, people, I gave birth to 2 babies WITHOUT DRUGS. I know what pain is, and I thought it was a kidney stone that would pass. Give me a break. We exit to the waiting room with 18 people in front of me. Oh, joy.
As we waited (and read our books), the pain started getting increasingly worse. I tell this to the nurse who checked me in, and she puts me in the “front of the line”. Sort of. Also in “the front” was a guy who had a cough so bad it sounded like a piece of his lung might just come barreling out of his throat at any time. We sat across from him. There were no other chairs. This guy told us he worked in this same ER before and that the doctors are not in any hurry to see many patients. Wonderful.
We wait, and my mind is eased for a bit, but the pain gets so bad that the room starts to spin. I don’t remember much, but I remember the Lung Hacking Guy got up and told the nurse that they better come get me quick. The check-in nurse told me to not eat or drink anything if I feel dizzy. (What?) So they finally call my name, and I get up to go follow them. But my brain must not have told all the rest of me to go, because the next thing I remember is holding on to the wall, trying not to fall on the ground. They grabbed a wheelchair and rushed me to a “room”/curtain area in the ER.
The nice ER nurses poke and prod me with needles to take a blood sample and to insert an IV. They asked me why I was here. “Ahem….” (I told them. Again, the response of “Why didn’t you come in before?” And after the fact, my response is, “I’m never coming here again.”) My doctor was Dr. Jerk. No, that’s not his real name, just his attitude. He told me the problem I was having was with my gallbladder. I doubted his opinion and he asked me a lot of unrelated questions but decided to do an ultrasound on my abdominal area to make sure it was the gallbladder. He said, “I could be wrong, but let’s go that route.”
Great. So, we wait. (Oh, and I know you’re asking, “Why didn’t they just run the CT scan like your other nice doctor wanted you to?” We called his office and he had already left for the day, and for some reason they couldn’t call in orders to the ER, that the ER doc would just have to order it. Again, great. We told Dr. Jerk that Dr. Nice wanted to have a CT scan run, but he doesn’t listen. More greatness.)
They end up making me wait a good bit and during this, my pain gets really bad, so they give me a pain killer in my arm. I kept making sure to anyone I talked to that whatever they did had to be safe for Kennedy because I’m still nursing. (Also, this is why I didn’t want to go to the doctor in the first place, in case the only option was something I wasn’t willing to do.) But, the medicine they gave me saved the night.
The radiology lady comes in and escorts me, via wheelchair, to the ultrasound room. (By this time, they have confirmed through my blood test that I’m NOT pregnant, nor do I have cancer.) She rubs on my abdomen for awhile but says nothing. They roll me back into my ER room and Dr. Jerk comes in and says, “Well, it’s not your gallbladder.” Big surprise. Gallbladder trouble runs in your family. I have no family history of it, nor do I have kidney stone history, ovarian cyst history, nor liver trouble history… Dr. Jerk then tells me, “I’m going to have a CT scan run on you.” Great. We could have done that 4 hours ago.
We wait some more. Somewhere in there, I have to take a urine test. Kevin watches and tells me I have great aim, especially while holding my own hospital gown. Thanks, babe. Also, Kevin is my go-between, asking things that I forget about while Dr. Jerk is in the room for 2.5 seconds each time. One of the things I ask for is FOOD; I’m still nursing and I’m always hungry. Dr. Jerk tells him he doesn’t want me to eat or drink in case they have to do surgery on me. Great. But Kevin was a prince; he didn’t have anything to eat or drink the entire time we were there. He said if I couldn’t eat, he wouldn’t eat.
Oh, and also somewhere in there, my parents bring my breastpump. Kevin goes to get it and finds Lung Hacking guy STILL WAITING. This is after we’ve been in the room for almost 3 hours. Good grief. While I’m pumping, Dr. Jerk comes in and tells me he could fall asleep to that sound. A little creepy, but his wife also is nursing and she pumps every night before bed.
SO! The CT scan lady (finally) comes in, and she is a bit of a comedic relief. I’ve never had a CT scan, and I was a little afraid of it, but she put my mind at ease. Kevin got to view my insides. He said they were cool. I asked the lady if I had appendicitis, which was what I thought I had, and she said she wasn’t told to check for it, only for kidney stones. (WHAT?) Anyway, Dr. Jerk reviews my scan, my pain is much more bearable by now, and he comes in to say, “Basically, we don’t know what is wrong. In addition to what you didn’t have already, we know you don’t have appendicitis, a kidney stone, an ovarian cyst, or a bladder infection.”
I think he expected me to throw a punch at him, but actually, I was pretty at ease about the “diagnosis”. I didn’t have any of the things the doctors thought I had. A wave of peace came over me and I told him, “Thank you for telling me what I don’t have.” I sincerely meant it, too, because I then realized, after 7 hours in the ER, that there is only ONE Great Physician that really knows my ailments. The medical profession is not about faith or about trust, it is about science and actual data. When the actual data shows up void, they have no answers. But I do.
The ER doc sent me home with a handshake and a couple of prescriptions, which I’ve been taking as the pain has hit. Usually I’ll have 2 really good days and then 1 day of pain. This is INCREDIBLE, because before I had been having pain non-stop for 2 weeks, if you’ll remember. I’m slowly recovering, but I know that in God’s time, He will make me well.
Dr. J told me that a lot of people come into the ER wanting answers and if they don’t get them, they’re pretty mad. I’m not mad, in fact, I’m quite the opposite. I am joyful that I get to share this long (and hopefully humorous) story with you. I hope you all remember Who is in charge of this world and Who cares about each one of our needs, big or small. I don’t need answers; I need faith and perseverance.
If you have read to the end of this story, thank you. If you want to know how to help me, please pray that God would make me a better Wife and Mom through my pain. If He doesn’t want to reveal to me the source of my pain, then I am okay with that, but I do need to know how to live with it and how to manage it better. The hard part is at night when I need to do dinner and bath and bedtime with the kids. Please pray for Kevin, too, as the whole experience, I’m sure, has been hard on him. It’s always hard to watch someone you love be in so much pain and not be able to help them. Kevin was a rock especially when we delivered our babies because we both knew what the end result would be. This time we don’t have such clear answers. Again, I am grateful that He is allowing me some pain-free days, and I am praying that eventually this would be gone so that I don’t have any recollection of it. What a day of rejoicing that will be!
So, if you’re wondering why we didn’t send out Christmas cards, there’s your answer. We are hoping to send out Valentine’s cards or somesuch. Thanks again for reading.
5 comments January 14th, 2008
Many people have health and fitness resolutions. Mine has to do with mental health, in a way.
I want to read more books in 2008. How many more? Well, since I’ve never kept track of how many books I’ve read over the years, I guess I’d like to start. (Oh, and it helps that I’m suddenly addicted to our church library. I keep finding books I’m interested in, and because there’s a due date, I know I have to read them so they don’t sit on my shelf, like so many other books I want to read.)
My goal this year is to read 50 books. I hope to blow that number out of the water. I know I’m a busy lady with many commitments, but I’m cutting back. I’ve also gotten rid of my magazine subscriptions because I feel like they’re pretty much worthless. If I want a recipe idea, I’ll look it up online. This also means I’ve pilfered through my tv subscriptions and I’m only watching a few shows per week.
So, if I don’t blog for awhile, it’s because I’ve got my nose in a book.
2 comments January 7th, 2008
It’s a good thing the kids got winter coats for Christmas. (Thanks, Grandmom!) I first looked at the coats and thought they would be too heavy. Boy, was I wrong.
Baby, it’s COLD outside! (Those of you that visit our blog from the North, please excuse me.) It’s like 30 degrees outside at night! Today it was 45! If it is THAT cold, I want to have skis strapped onto my feet and I want to be skiing on top of the biggest and warmest mountain around.
*waiting for laughter to ensue*
1 comment January 2nd, 2008
I know it’s been awhile since we updated everyone on how we’re doing. Yes, we’ve fallen off the face of the earth.
Colby - is definitely using sentences more and more. Most of them begin with “I want…” or “I did it!” He is gaining independence each day. I am so proud of him and the things he is learning. Right now he has a stuffy nose so he says cute things like “Bobby, hep be, beez.” (which of course, means, “Mommy, help me pleez.”)
Kennedy - is CRAWLING. AND pulling up to stand. Pictures and videos will come soon. Yesterday morning she woke up with a fever so it’s been rough on the girl, and she dips in and out of a feverish state. I think it hurts her head when she sleeps, so last night she woke up every hour and couldn’t get comfortable on my shoulder.
I - am woefully behind on everything. Christmas pictures have not been taken, much less sent out in the mail. I just finished my shopping on Friday and Kevin wrapped just about every present tonight. Oh, and I have a kidney stone, so I’ve been in a lot of pain for the past 9 days. Make it 10 now.
Kevin - just finished the production of our church’s Christmas musical. He did a fabulous job coordinating the sound and lights during the practices and performances, and he just finished editing the DVD recording. (I sang in the musical, which meant I had to schlep the kids up to church every night one week, but we’re glad that’s over with… bedtimes were completely ridiculous that week and it took us awhile to recover.) Kevin also just got his Christmas bonus, and I’m extremely proud of him. We are so blessed that he works for such wonderful bosses that give credit where credit is due. As a result of the bonus, Kevin says we’re going to Hawaii this summer to celebrate. Seriously.
Kevin wins the update.
1 comment December 23rd, 2007
…some people started blogging, just not knowing what it was; and they’ll continue blogging it forever just because…
So when I started NaBloPoMo-ing, I thought it would be a great idea. We hadn’t posted in awhile or updated the world on how we were doing lately, so I made a valiant effort to blog every day this month. Well, HALLELUJAH! The game is now over.
College football teams talk about how the media will “remember November” because each game played in November is just a step closer to a bowl game. I will remember November 2007 because in my life I have never felt so much like this:
(Thanks to Fussypants for the button.) 
I am not sure if I’ll do this again next year. It was fun to update every day, but it was incredibly time-consuming too. I am glad it IS only once a year. I hope all of you enjoyed our posts, and I think we’ll be taking a break on posting for a little while. We have several things going on right now with Christmas programs and such. We will announce when we have our next set of pictures updated in the gallery too. We’re going to have a December to Remember.
2 comments November 30th, 2007
This is an actual conversation/monologue I had with Colby the other day. Or rather, Mommy had….
Me: Okay, Mommy, Kennedy, and Colby will go into Colby’s house and Mommy will get Colby’s lunch so Colby can eat it.
Colby: Yay! Eat munch. (lunch)
Me: What does Colby want Mommy to fix Colby for lunch today? Would Colby like some chicken? Or some noodles? Colby likes soup, how about Mommy fix Colby some soup? Does Colby want Mommy to fix Colby some soup?
Colby: Colby eat soup. Colby do it. Colby blow it, it’s hot soup.
…..
I suddenly realize that I never, not once, used any personal pronouns. Why? I know he knows who he is and who I am… how did I get into this? I told Kevin about my revelation when I said, “I probably should use ‘I’ and ‘you’ instead of ‘Mommy’ and ‘Colby’ all the time.” Kevin said, “Otherwise he’ll go to kindergarten and say, ‘Colby needs to tie Colby’s shoes.’”
Do you catch yourself saying funny things to your kids?
4 comments November 29th, 2007
Work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as sacred idleness, the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.
–George MacDonald 1824-1905
I am almost giddy to write this post. In the past few weeks I have been evaluating my current leadership roles and commitments. I have come to one very definite conclusion: I CANNOT DO EVERYTHING.
What’s that you say? Yes, I tried to do everything. This is not news to many of you, but I had to find out for myself, evidently. Time is something that is very precious to me, and I really had a good balance of all things I committed to. But, the balance is changing as my family’s needs are changing, so I am bowing out (or bailing out, in some cases) with hopefully some grace and dignity.
This week our MOPS Leaders’ Devotional was fabulous and spoke on this very topic. It was authored by Bethany Wingo, a MOPS Leadership Development Project Manager. She spoke on our culture’s use of technology and then compared it to our purse size (both of which I can relate):
Our latest fixation is using technology to save time. Consumers are encouraged to pay with credit cards rather than cash so as to save milliseconds in the checkout line. I don’t know about you, but I am feeling overloaded by the use of technology trying to save more of my time. Because as we know, more technology does not create more time, we just find a way to fill our schedules with more on the to-do list. It’s like the “purse size syndrome.” The larger the purse, the more junk that goes in it. The more gadgets to help us save time, the more we end up adding to our over-full lives.
It’s important that as leaders we recognize the “purse size syndrome” in our schedules. The less we do, the better we do it. Leaders have a responsibility to those they lead, and the focus is on quality, not quantity. There is no quick fix technology tool to help us get there. It’s about realizing our limitations and setting boundaries that honor our calling and commitments.
Wow. And, I’m also guilty of not observing that “sacred idleness” I mentioned earlier. I crave busy-ness. I thrive on chaos and schedules and planning out each moment as I want it to happen. As a mom, I’m finding out (slower and slowly-er) that things don’t happen exactly the way they used to, the way I want them to. I am taking on less and giving away more jobs so that I can focus on exactly what I need to. I’m realizing if I fill a role I’m not supposed to fill, it’s not answering the call for leadership, it’s disobedience; I’m keeping someone else from filling the role they should.
This is not to say I will sit at home like a bum and do nothing with the kids all day. I’m cutting back on my responsibilities, not eliminating them. But, before you ask me to serve in any capacity, please know the answer might be NO.
Add comment November 28th, 2007
…there were never such devoted sisters… Can someone (besides my sisters) name the movie this song was in?
I am so lucky to have grown up with sisters. Alicia and I are only 19 months apart and Katrina and I are 8 1/2 years apart in age, but I feel closer to them than to most of the people I went to high school or college with. Living with people definitely makes you closer to them, like it or not.
Alicia and I were involved in the same activities in high school - cheerleading, band, boys, er… friends. (No, we don’t have the same interests in boys, but we did like to talk about them a lot.) I think Alicia even accompanied me on my first date.. I can’t remember because we were still doing the whole “group dating” thing. She and I learned how to fight. Not physically, but with words and tempers and hormones and emotions. 5 minutes after fighting, we would hug and say we were sorry. But we needed to get things out of our systems, or whatever. I have called Alicia my Best Friend since high school. (Before then we were so stubborn because Mom always told us that our sisters would be our best friends.. we didn’t want to think that Mom might actually be right.) Alicia has stuck “closer than a [sister]” (Proverbs 18:24) through thick and thin… we have been through a lot together and I am a better person because of her.
Katrina and I are really just now getting to be “friends”. For a long time I felt like she was the little sister I needed to take care of, watch out for, and guard. But now that she will be 18 soon, I can’t do that forever. And I think she’s getting a little tired of me doing so. Alicia and I have many hilarious stories of things Katrina did when she was little… One day we’ll write a book and make millions. When Katrina was younger, I used to be annoyed by her, mainly because of our age difference and my inability to laugh at her humor. Now I can see that she’s probably the smartest and wittiest person I know. Her sense of humor is much more mature than her 17-18 years shows. Katrina loves to laugh and it’s so much fun to be in a room with her. She’s also very talented, especially with her voice. I have no doubts that she could be a performer on Broadway if she has the desire. I think right now she’s searching for what God wants her to do, and I have the utmost respect for her.
We took the above picture on Thanksgiving day because I realized that I don’t have many pictures of just the 3 of us. (We can make it if we try, just the.. ) I also am realizing that Alicia, being a senior at A&M this year, and Katrina, being a senior at Bryan High this year, will both graduate in May and be leaving town for a few years. I know I’ll see them occasionally, but this will be the last full year I’ll get to just drop by and see them whenever I want. Mom and I are going to be basket cases come next fall.
I could spend hours writing out funny stories about my sisters and me. They’re all hilarious stories, and some of them you probably just wouldn’t get unless you were there.. or unless you were a part of the “sister-hood”. I’ve been in a sorority. I lived in girls’ dorms. I’m a part of Moms’ groups. I study the Bible with other women. But none of these can compare to my relationship with my sisters. To Lee-cha & Treen-o, I love you!
2 comments November 27th, 2007
Not as many pictures for this round; Colby was running fever so we were more occupied with taking care of him.
However, this is a pretty grand picture of the table & food. Before we ate, as is our tradition, we each shared one thing we are thankful for. I found it wonderful that so many of us are thankful for family and for being together. We are, indeed, very blessed.
20 people ate at this table!
Colby eating carrots & ranch dressing.
Katrina, Grandfather, & my Dad
Grandmother & Kevin’s mom
Kennedy sees something…
Oh, it’s a lamp! Can I keep it? (And yes, she really did pull the strings to turn the lamp on & off…)
Kennedy is pictured with Kevin’s dad. Kevin’s parents have made the trip to Bryan for the past few years, so it has become a tradition! Usually they stay over a night, but with the Texas game the next day, they opted to come here and back in the same day. It’s not too bad of a trip (about 3 hours each way) when you don’t have kids.
Today, while teaching my exercise class, I had everyone call out the name of a food we ate this weekend while we did crunches. “1-sweet potatoes!” “2-dressing!” “3-pie!” “4-cranberry sauce!”
Add comment November 26th, 2007
This is the first Thanksgiving of 2007, which happened last weekend. Notice the warm weather clothes.
Our Christmas pictures will be so much fun… kids not looking at the camera.
Kevin’s parents got a new dog, Berkley, who loves Kennedy.
The boys watch tv (and jump on the couch) while we put things on the table.
The bird.
Kevin’s dad carving the bird, a great pic of Kris & Mark’s new kitchen!
The other half of the kitchen (it’s too big to fit in one shot), I’m putting pickles on a plate.
And a nice bath to end the day. Rub-a-dub, dub. Three dudes in the tub.
We took out all the naked photos so as to not embarrass The Three Amigos when they’re older.
Colby’s shampoo mohawk. McKay makes a funny face while looking at Ryan’s mohawk.
1 comment November 25th, 2007
So I have been holding off on posting about this until I saw my Dad last weekend. You see, when he got a new car, he refused to tell me what kind it was. Apparently this was some sort of payback to us for not sharing the names of our babies with them before they were born. Oh well… I decided to hold off what kind of car I bought until I could show it to him in person. I have always loved the Lexus IS 300, which is now the IS 250 and IS 350. I guess my Dad decided he liked them too, because that is what he bought. So, I certainly couldn’t get one of those now… because that would just be weird.
So, if you haven’t guessed it already, I did get a new car. Its not “new new”, just new to me. It’s a 2003 BMW 330i with the Performance Package. I don’t have a fancy picture of it yet, here’s one of it in my sister’s driveway last weekend when we were celebrating Thanksgiving. Just ignore the boxes in the back:
It is in really great shape as the former owner took really good care of it. I look forward to driving it for a while. So can we please all have a moment of silence for the old ‘95 Civic? (Silence). It served me quite well since I obtained it in 1998. I drove it for nine and a half years and it is still kicking quite well. If you or someone you know is looking for a car with great gas mileage, good condition, and an excellent stereo with integrated iPod hookup, send them my way.
And finally, you may be wondering why I titled this post this way. Well, “Daddy’s Siber Car” is what Colby calls it… I’m not even sure I got the spelling right, but he is obviously saying “Silver”, but it really kind of sounds like “Super”. I tend to agree. I’ll leave you with a video:
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1 comment November 24th, 2007
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