ASU & My First Home

It's Ryan. Today is a great day. I am often invited to speak at ASU at least once a semester by a past client/professor. It's a great opportunity to explore why owning a home is part of the American Experience and why we seek so diligently after it. We also discuss how pricing impacts a community. During the boom many teachers, public servants and artists were priced out of communities (like Tempe) that they have always called home. And now, they can come back. Pricing has an interesting impact on a community. Well, today is the day I speak.

But today I get to add a bit about the first time home buying process. That led me back to this great pencil sketch our REALTOR had done for us before we moved from Chicago to Arizona. This picture hangs prominently in my office. I'm proud of this home.

That first night we spent without furniture and in sleeping bags. I remember Taani falling asleep and laying there wide-eyed with a very satisfied feeling that we owned a slice of the universe.

Ahhh...our beginnings of the American Dream.

Jealous??

I am a huge believer that the Universe smiled on me Saturday. I went running with Ryan and cursed him the entire time. Not only was it mostly UPHILL!!! (I swear, it was!), it was hot, he packed gatorade (EWWW-too sweet!), things were jiggling where they have never jiggled before, and the kids who were riding their bikes ahead of us, grumped the entire time. That is the last time I do any kind of family run. NOT my idea of exercise or family fun. I think I even considered bringing homemade dinner to my 5 am running partner, Lindsey, just to thank her for putting up with my slacking recently and just to bribe her to not give up on me.

I whole heartedly embraced our friend Jeremy Larkin's philosophy that the best thing about running is when it is over.

Anyway, I came home from running so grumpy and miserable and for some reason, stepped on the scale. I certainly am not one to ever really weigh myself. I had a dificult experience with an anorexic roommate in college and saw how an obsession with the scale can actually derail your life in such a sad way. I actually don't think we should even own a scale.

BUT, I got on the scale anyway, and THIS is what it said!!!!!!!!


Jealous? Every woman in the universe needs my scale. The thought ran through my mind that it is saying LO because it is lo on batteries but I dismissed that ridiculous thought immediately and just KNOW it is because my scale was trying to make up for the terribly, grumpy run I just endured. I love you scale, don't ever die.

A lesson for my children

Note to my children: Don't put superglue anywhere near eye drops.

Second Best SNL Skit EVER!! (#1?? More Cowbell...)

Somedays I feel like this...

I think today may be one of those days...

Naughty

The other day I couldn't figure out why Westy smelled like strawberry. Like the really fruity, too sweet, waxy strawberry, not the actual fruit. It was really quite baffling, until I saw this....


The girls each have a "special" drawer. A drawer where the can put all their little trinkets, goodies, junk. Well, Westy found Neeley's drawer. Hattie's drawer doesn't seem to be as enticing because he never gets in her drawer, but man, he sure raids Neeley's whenever he gets a sneaky minute. Oh, she will be so mad when she sees this picture of Westy in her gum.

Rock Solid

Every now and then, we gather with family and friends and go out to Craig's Rock Solid plant and play in the HUGE sand piles. Seriously, my kids look forward to this for days. Trucks everywhere, sand everywhere, and delicious food. I think the only place I can eat a hot dog is at a baseball game and at the sand piles.
Uncle Craig was so good to let every one who wanted take a ride in the truck. Ever since having a boy, I am learning the truck and car terminology. I think this is a loader?? Westy would know.

Check out the moon! It was so big and beautiful that evening. Cute picture of kids, but the moon was even more amazing!

This is Westy's dream. Sand, dirt, boy cousins, and trucks, trucks, trucks. This is love.