Last time I posted about this, my parents had to give up the opportunity of serving their next mission in Bangalore, India due to visa issues. And after going through several other possibilities over the Thanksgiving holiday, they were able to choose (yes, choose) to go to the Slovenia-Croatia mission.
My parents entered the MTC the second week of December and then hung out at the Family History Center in SLC, UT waiting for their visas to come through. They were told it would be around the beginning of March.
Shortly after the beginning of the year, my parents found out that there is NOT family history work or a need for such missionaries in the Slovenia-Croatia area as they were initially led to believe.
Because family history work is what my parents had their heart set on....where would they go now??
A quick switcheroo and one more First Presidency approval, and they left February 15th for Edinburgh, Scotland! They will be going through archives of records and taking digital pictures of them for the Church. They work in a long room with 4 other couples. My dad has a camera station and my mom works with a computer to quality check the images once they are taken. The room they are in has no windows so the mission president encourages them to get out on the weekends and see the country. (Tough life!)
Interestingly enough, my parents just up and took a trip to Scotland last May. My cousin actually lives over there and they joined her and her parents and had a wonderful time gallivanting around the beautiful country. This is a real treat for them to be going back. Now that my parents are actually ON their mission, I don't foresee them changing country locations prior to their release in 18 months!
AND...even if we don't have any vacation time, Jared insists that we go visit them. I had totally forgotten that the name "hough" is rumored to have Scottish roots.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
He survived!
Phew! Jake is officially done with his participation in Century High School's rendition of "The Music Man".
Back in September, Jake came home on a Tuesday and said he really wanted to try out for the high school musical at Century. He said they were asking for younger children to audition for "The Music Man". Auditions were the next day, but of course he couldn't tell me when, how long, what he needed to do to prepare or anything else about it. He didn't have the handout. So I told him to bring me the information the next day after school and he did. Sure enough, it was just as he said. There were some possible time conflicts, but I told him we'd try and make it happen. I dropped him off, signed him in and made sure it was okay that I didn't stay since I had three other loud and squirmy kids to juggle and that it was in EVERYONE'S best interest if I didn't stay. I was told it would be about an hour for the elementary students to audition. So I waited in the parking lot for him to come out. To this day, I have no idea what the audition entailed. Jake was nonchalant about the whole thing. Said they'd call if he made it.
I had just enough time to drive home, get dinner on the table and welcome Jared home before needing to leave for a missionary discussion that was scheduled for 6pm. That's when I got a phone call from the stage manager telling me Jake made the audition! I couldn't believe it. She told me that about 75 kids tried out and only 19 made it and only 5 of the youngest towns people were boys. We were so proud of him and were excited and a little anxious to find out how this would all go down.
Rehearsals for him started in December. (Fortunately for me, I just had to drop him off two miles down the road and come back and pick him up.) Obviously, rehearsals got longer and later the closer they got to opening night. But it was still doable. (We did take a break from piano lessons for the month of February before it got too crazy.) All told, he had 11 performances in 8 days and he wasn't getting home 'til after 10pm in the evenings. Considering his rigorous schedule and his usual 7:30 bedtime, Jake managed it very well at home and at school. He kept up on his schoolwork and chores and even missed two days of school for two weekday matinees. For his first theatrical debut complete with a 3-word speaking part, singing and choreography, Jake was a great little towns person and despite hating the knickerbockers, enjoyed his chance to rub shoulders with some very talented youth. When people ask Jake if he would be in a musical again, he responds with an emphatic "yes!" And quickly follows that up with this: "as long as I don't have to kiss anyone!" (Just keep thinking that, son!)
Here's Jake in full costume. I wasn't quick enough to get a picture of him in his band uniform at the end. He "played" the clarinet. (Huh...I didn't know they had metal braces in 1912...)
This was opening night, Feb. 11th, when Jared and I saw the show together.
I was so mesmerized by the charm of this musical and how WELL the entire cast did, that I had to see it again before closing night. Considering this was put on by a high school and lots of other younger kids, I was soooo impressed. The costumes were authentic, the set was cool, the singing of the leads was fabulous and entertaining. My only complaint is that it was sometimes hard to hear certain parts, but that's technical equipment issues and not a reflection on the cast or crew.
Jared took Cooper to the first Saturday matinee and to this day, Cooper wanders around the house singing "Seventy-six trombones led the big parade, with a hundred and ten cornets close at hand" and "Shipoopi!" I went the following Thursday with my neighbor and then to the last show on Saturday with another friend who took Jared's ticket since he had to work. The musical was 2 hours in length but clipped right along at a relatively fast pace. I was always surprised when intermission came after the first hour. It was so fun to watch! Kudos to the Century Theater cast and crew and the members of the orchestra pit!
And a HUGE thank you to all the friends who attended the show to support Jake. We appreciate you!
This was Jake on Sunday 2.21 after closing night (with a matinee that afternoon) and a cast party until 11:30pm. We have 9am church so Jared and I told him that if we let him stay for the cast party, he could not fall asleep in church but could take a nap when we got home. He was definitely "Shi-pooped."
Back in September, Jake came home on a Tuesday and said he really wanted to try out for the high school musical at Century. He said they were asking for younger children to audition for "The Music Man". Auditions were the next day, but of course he couldn't tell me when, how long, what he needed to do to prepare or anything else about it. He didn't have the handout. So I told him to bring me the information the next day after school and he did. Sure enough, it was just as he said. There were some possible time conflicts, but I told him we'd try and make it happen. I dropped him off, signed him in and made sure it was okay that I didn't stay since I had three other loud and squirmy kids to juggle and that it was in EVERYONE'S best interest if I didn't stay. I was told it would be about an hour for the elementary students to audition. So I waited in the parking lot for him to come out. To this day, I have no idea what the audition entailed. Jake was nonchalant about the whole thing. Said they'd call if he made it.
I had just enough time to drive home, get dinner on the table and welcome Jared home before needing to leave for a missionary discussion that was scheduled for 6pm. That's when I got a phone call from the stage manager telling me Jake made the audition! I couldn't believe it. She told me that about 75 kids tried out and only 19 made it and only 5 of the youngest towns people were boys. We were so proud of him and were excited and a little anxious to find out how this would all go down.
Rehearsals for him started in December. (Fortunately for me, I just had to drop him off two miles down the road and come back and pick him up.) Obviously, rehearsals got longer and later the closer they got to opening night. But it was still doable. (We did take a break from piano lessons for the month of February before it got too crazy.) All told, he had 11 performances in 8 days and he wasn't getting home 'til after 10pm in the evenings. Considering his rigorous schedule and his usual 7:30 bedtime, Jake managed it very well at home and at school. He kept up on his schoolwork and chores and even missed two days of school for two weekday matinees. For his first theatrical debut complete with a 3-word speaking part, singing and choreography, Jake was a great little towns person and despite hating the knickerbockers, enjoyed his chance to rub shoulders with some very talented youth. When people ask Jake if he would be in a musical again, he responds with an emphatic "yes!" And quickly follows that up with this: "as long as I don't have to kiss anyone!" (Just keep thinking that, son!)
Here's Jake in full costume. I wasn't quick enough to get a picture of him in his band uniform at the end. He "played" the clarinet. (Huh...I didn't know they had metal braces in 1912...)
This was opening night, Feb. 11th, when Jared and I saw the show together.
I was so mesmerized by the charm of this musical and how WELL the entire cast did, that I had to see it again before closing night. Considering this was put on by a high school and lots of other younger kids, I was soooo impressed. The costumes were authentic, the set was cool, the singing of the leads was fabulous and entertaining. My only complaint is that it was sometimes hard to hear certain parts, but that's technical equipment issues and not a reflection on the cast or crew.
Jared took Cooper to the first Saturday matinee and to this day, Cooper wanders around the house singing "Seventy-six trombones led the big parade, with a hundred and ten cornets close at hand" and "Shipoopi!" I went the following Thursday with my neighbor and then to the last show on Saturday with another friend who took Jared's ticket since he had to work. The musical was 2 hours in length but clipped right along at a relatively fast pace. I was always surprised when intermission came after the first hour. It was so fun to watch! Kudos to the Century Theater cast and crew and the members of the orchestra pit!
And a HUGE thank you to all the friends who attended the show to support Jake. We appreciate you!
This was Jake on Sunday 2.21 after closing night (with a matinee that afternoon) and a cast party until 11:30pm. We have 9am church so Jared and I told him that if we let him stay for the cast party, he could not fall asleep in church but could take a nap when we got home. He was definitely "Shi-pooped."
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
100 days, 100 verses
Today marks 100 days the kids have been in school. It's a VERY big deal to the lower grades who are learning about place value and of course, it's a fun day to participate in activities and extra treats and have other experiences based around the number 100.
The kids in Cooper's class were given a variety of pattern block shapes over the weekend and were asked to use exactly 100 and CREATE something with them. I hung those up in the hall at the school today and they are INCREDIBLE! Also, while I was there, the children were given the assignment to draw a picture of what they'd look like when they were 100 years old. One kid drew a picture of a grassy hill and his gravestone on it indicating he'd be dead!
What about those 100 verses?
Well, this year, 2010, our family is veering away from the suggested stake challenge to read the New Testament by the end of April (having started the beginning of November at Stake Conference). Since we've read the New Testament and Book of Mormon, cover to cover already, we decided to read the Old Testament together. Except that we gave ourselves 12 months to do it. We are studying the Old Testament world-wide this year as a Church in Sunday School and the older Primary children are learning about it in their individual classes, so we thought it would be a perfect time to do so as a family. In order to get the most out of our reading, we are also spending two family nights a month on studying certain passages in the Old Testament. There are so many hidden treasures in this underutilized and under appreciated book of scripture. We certainly don't expect to be Old Testament Master Scriptorians when we're done, but at least we'll be more familiar with it than we were before!
Spreading this challenge out over a year is very doable, but it's not quite the end of February and we've already fallen behind!! Blasted! This, of course, doesn't surprise me. We're great at the "read on schedule for a week, fall behind for four, catch up over three, repeat." So...in honor of the 100th day of school today, we will be reading 100 verses in Exodus tonight as part of Family Home Evening. I'm sure the kids will freak out. However, a closer examination of the pages that follow where we stopped will reveal that there are 100 verses EXACTLY in the next 3 chapters. Maybe we should EACH read 100 verses. Sadly, I still think we'd be behind.
The kids in Cooper's class were given a variety of pattern block shapes over the weekend and were asked to use exactly 100 and CREATE something with them. I hung those up in the hall at the school today and they are INCREDIBLE! Also, while I was there, the children were given the assignment to draw a picture of what they'd look like when they were 100 years old. One kid drew a picture of a grassy hill and his gravestone on it indicating he'd be dead!
What about those 100 verses?
Well, this year, 2010, our family is veering away from the suggested stake challenge to read the New Testament by the end of April (having started the beginning of November at Stake Conference). Since we've read the New Testament and Book of Mormon, cover to cover already, we decided to read the Old Testament together. Except that we gave ourselves 12 months to do it. We are studying the Old Testament world-wide this year as a Church in Sunday School and the older Primary children are learning about it in their individual classes, so we thought it would be a perfect time to do so as a family. In order to get the most out of our reading, we are also spending two family nights a month on studying certain passages in the Old Testament. There are so many hidden treasures in this underutilized and under appreciated book of scripture. We certainly don't expect to be Old Testament Master Scriptorians when we're done, but at least we'll be more familiar with it than we were before!
Spreading this challenge out over a year is very doable, but it's not quite the end of February and we've already fallen behind!! Blasted! This, of course, doesn't surprise me. We're great at the "read on schedule for a week, fall behind for four, catch up over three, repeat." So...in honor of the 100th day of school today, we will be reading 100 verses in Exodus tonight as part of Family Home Evening. I'm sure the kids will freak out. However, a closer examination of the pages that follow where we stopped will reveal that there are 100 verses EXACTLY in the next 3 chapters. Maybe we should EACH read 100 verses. Sadly, I still think we'd be behind.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Hygienist wins over patient
Ever seen that commercial several years back that shows a Kindergarten teacher with her children gathered around her in circle time. She asks them questions: "What color is the sky?" They answer "Blue!" She asks them, "What color is the grass?" They answer "Green!" She asks "What color are my teeth?" hoping for the answer of "white." She was completely thrown off-guard when the children came up with responses like--"beige", "ecru", "mother-of-pearl". It makes me laugh every time I think about it.
For the past couple of years I've actually had that nagging feeling that my teeth are yellowing and need to be whitened. I just haven't gotten around to doing it yet. It's not exactly on my priority list, let alone the HIGH priority list. Do I try doing something myself or do I get it professionally done? I haven't researched a thing about it. I just don't want my kids calling my teeth color "ecru".
Today I went in for my second six-month cleaning and check-up with the dentist whose office is right next door to Jared's. And who just happened to move into our ward two Sundays ago!
I'll admit, right up front, I'm not the perfect dental patient. Far from it in fact, which is why I hate going to the dentist. One more reminder where I fail in life is just not pleasant. I got my first cavity at the age of 25 and I cried. Yes, I cried. The other cavities I have are my "graduate school cavities." We had no medical or dental coverage for the four years Jared spent getting his masters degrees and while I am SO grateful we didn't have any major oral issues during that time, it was a complete drag to my pride to get more than a handful of little cavities all over my mouth a few months AFTER getting dental insurance. *sigh*
I sat in the chair this morning and of course, it was the check-up for the bite wing x-rays. The gal who put the first gag-reflex-checker in my mouth said, "Wow, you have beautiful teeth." I was more than surprised by her comment. Certainly she wasn't talking about the color of my yellowing teeth. It couldn't be the shape of my teeth either. I think they're a little big myself. Hoping for some more feedback I asked, "Really?" She said, "Oh yes, they are nice and white. Do you bleach them?" Stunned, I told her I didn't whiten them and that I was actually thinking of doing so. Then she said more as a statement than a question, "You don't drink coffee do you." I shook my head no. She said, "We can always tell who does. Your teeth are very pretty." That totally made my day.
She continued to rack up the points with me with her genuineness. Later, when the dentist came in to do the exam, we were discussing how his wife is due to have her third baby any day now and her past deliveries. I mentioned that with four kids, I've had four VERY different deliveries. This same gal gasped. "You've had FOUR kids??" I told her I had. She gawked at me, flipped through my chart to find my birth date and said, "Huh, you're my age. Wow--you don't look like you've had four kids." As I was leaning back for the exam, I told her I really hoped that would help me out when I'm in my 50s. She said, "Seriously, I thought you were 23...25 at the most." After which I mumbled, "I wuv woo" while the dentist was checking my teeth. That totally made my YEAR! As I was leaving, she said she meant every word of it. I told her she was now my favorite ;)
For the past couple of years I've actually had that nagging feeling that my teeth are yellowing and need to be whitened. I just haven't gotten around to doing it yet. It's not exactly on my priority list, let alone the HIGH priority list. Do I try doing something myself or do I get it professionally done? I haven't researched a thing about it. I just don't want my kids calling my teeth color "ecru".
Today I went in for my second six-month cleaning and check-up with the dentist whose office is right next door to Jared's. And who just happened to move into our ward two Sundays ago!
I'll admit, right up front, I'm not the perfect dental patient. Far from it in fact, which is why I hate going to the dentist. One more reminder where I fail in life is just not pleasant. I got my first cavity at the age of 25 and I cried. Yes, I cried. The other cavities I have are my "graduate school cavities." We had no medical or dental coverage for the four years Jared spent getting his masters degrees and while I am SO grateful we didn't have any major oral issues during that time, it was a complete drag to my pride to get more than a handful of little cavities all over my mouth a few months AFTER getting dental insurance. *sigh*
I sat in the chair this morning and of course, it was the check-up for the bite wing x-rays. The gal who put the first gag-reflex-checker in my mouth said, "Wow, you have beautiful teeth." I was more than surprised by her comment. Certainly she wasn't talking about the color of my yellowing teeth. It couldn't be the shape of my teeth either. I think they're a little big myself. Hoping for some more feedback I asked, "Really?" She said, "Oh yes, they are nice and white. Do you bleach them?" Stunned, I told her I didn't whiten them and that I was actually thinking of doing so. Then she said more as a statement than a question, "You don't drink coffee do you." I shook my head no. She said, "We can always tell who does. Your teeth are very pretty." That totally made my day.
She continued to rack up the points with me with her genuineness. Later, when the dentist came in to do the exam, we were discussing how his wife is due to have her third baby any day now and her past deliveries. I mentioned that with four kids, I've had four VERY different deliveries. This same gal gasped. "You've had FOUR kids??" I told her I had. She gawked at me, flipped through my chart to find my birth date and said, "Huh, you're my age. Wow--you don't look like you've had four kids." As I was leaning back for the exam, I told her I really hoped that would help me out when I'm in my 50s. She said, "Seriously, I thought you were 23...25 at the most." After which I mumbled, "I wuv woo" while the dentist was checking my teeth. That totally made my YEAR! As I was leaving, she said she meant every word of it. I told her she was now my favorite ;)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
"I Have a Dream"
I have had my dream vehicle picked out since I was in high school. And though I thought chances were in my favor that I might get it eventually, I did NOT think it would be so soon in my lifetime!
And that DREAM is a....
That's RIGHT! Jenn got her SUBURBAN!!! (Giddy-up!)
Why? I'm not really sure, actually. It all just happened kind of suddenly ;)
About a month ago, we were driving back from a Christmas concert in Vancouver and I saw a suburban pass Jared on the left. It was just a suburban. Nothing flashy about it, even though I do a double-take and a slight drool whenever I see one. But it caught my extra attention. And then I dreamily wondered how long it might be before I could entertain the thought of owning one myself.
Christmas came and went and out of the blue Jared half jokingly commented we might need the cargo space of a suburban before long. (He told me later he was VERY hesitant about saying anything to me about it since I'm such a tight wad--even when it's purely hypothetical). But much to his surprise I replied, "That's funny because I was sort of thinking the same thing."
The next day, my yahoo inbox was INUNDATED with emails with the subject heading "Jared wants you to look at a Chevrolet Suburban on autotrader.com" or the like.
Out of the first batch he sent me, I saw two that I liked. They were both 2007s with similar mileage. One was over $30,000 and the other was a little under. I liked the expensive one because it had more "bells and whistles" than the other (like leather interior--which I didn't want, a DVD player--which the kids would love, an MP3 player, sunroof, remote starter, flex fuel, power-everything, etc.)
A week went by and we talked a little about when we should start looking more seriously at the suburbans, talk to the dealers, etc. Maybe after Valentine's day. We talked about the timing of selling the car, etc.
More craigslist and autotrader emails appeared in my inbox.
Sunday, during second hour, when I was making my rounds, Jared found me as he was pow-wowing with some of the young men leaders and said that the priests advisor was willing to bring his suburban over after church to see if it fit in our garage. Dead serious! I told Jared one stinky thing about getting a suburban is that I'd lose the garage because we had already found the measurements online and the length was wall-to-garage door with no room to breath. Even still, we really wanted to get an actual suburban to come test out our garage space. Blaine was willing to do it. And it FIT! Oh, it was tight, alright. But the garage door closed! Jared and I both did a BIG 'OL happy dance the rest of the day! (Thanks Blaine!)
Then on Tuesday, I went to the temple with our friends whose son is getting ready to go on his mission. Jared was going to meet us there after work. As the room started filling up, Jared didn't show. I knew it was a distinct possibility that he wouldn't make it with last minute things that sometimes pop up at the office and that was fine. Before the session started, I had the fleeting thought "I hope Jared goes and talks to some dealers if he can't make it tonight." It seemed hardly the thing I should be thinking about it in the temple. Shame on me. Fortunately I was able to focus my thoughts the rest of the time.
When I got home a little before 10pm, Jared told me what he did when he knew he wasn't going to make the session. He went to one of the dealers nearby! We got a kick out of that. It's actually been FREAKISH the way he and I have been thinking almost the same things at the same time--about something BIG like this--not just movie quotes that fit a certain situation.
The dealer he spoke to said that we'd be hard-pressed to find a 2007 'burb under $30,000 and they talked a little more business.
Right before going to bed, we checked the suburban we'd been "watching" online and we were FLOORED to see the price had been REDUCED below $30,000! We looked at each other and knew we had to act fast on this.
More things fell into place...it was mutual night, but it was a combined activity and Jared's quorum was not in charge, so it was an okay time for him not to be there. The activity sounded really cool, however and I was sad he was missing it. And then he had to ask his 1st counselor to fill in for him at BYC. (*cringe*...sorry Zach!) I guess that's what counselors are for, but it seemed really selfish! And even though it was mutual night and all our youth babysitters would be at church, our friend Kyle (who was endowed the day before) was home and could babysit for us!
We left at 6:15 and headed to Milwaukie...a new destination experience for the both of us. Thank goodness for the new GPS we just got.
When we arrived at 7pm, Brandi (the internet coordinator who I had talked to umpteen times on the phone during the day when I was getting the skinny on their inventory, making an appt., running numbers and filling out a credit request, etc.) had the suburban already "on deck" for us to look at and drive. I was so nervous getting behind the wheel of that thing. Fortunately, there were ONLY right turns involved!
I think we already knew we were going to buy the burb. We just didn't want to get it sight unseen. Jared even asked why they priced it so low (relatively speaking of course). She said people are buying Tahoes now, not the suburbans. It had been sitting since September. I guess that's a long time in the car business hence the big mark down.
Long story short, the dealer lost some money on the deal, we have a car payment again that we haven't had in YEARS (ugh). But we have a big rig in our garage and it just so happens to be MY DREAM CAR!
After we left the dealer, we went to dinner and I called my parents to tell them about the "irresponsible" thing we had done (we've only bought vehicles out of sheer desperation...we've never had the luxury of looking for one and buying one because we can put it to good use). They were excited for us...even more happy that we won't have to take two cars when they come to visit. Then my mom asked me what color it was.
I have this thing about car colors...we can't get away from red or any hue or shade of red. I married into a red car that Jared had when he got off his mission, we got a burgandy car after that. When we had to get the van, Jared promised me it wouldn't be red. It's burgandy too. Needless to say, I've been giving him flack for that ever since. I am happy to announce that my suburban is "graystone metallic" and I love it.
(See?? It's so big I couldn't get a picture of the whole thing!)
I asked Jared yesterday about the first time he got the fleeting thought about getting a suburban. He said he saw a suburban drive past us on our way home from the Christmas concert in Vancouver and it just came to him.
I think this suburban was meant for us.
And that DREAM is a....
That's RIGHT! Jenn got her SUBURBAN!!! (Giddy-up!)
Why? I'm not really sure, actually. It all just happened kind of suddenly ;)
About a month ago, we were driving back from a Christmas concert in Vancouver and I saw a suburban pass Jared on the left. It was just a suburban. Nothing flashy about it, even though I do a double-take and a slight drool whenever I see one. But it caught my extra attention. And then I dreamily wondered how long it might be before I could entertain the thought of owning one myself.
Christmas came and went and out of the blue Jared half jokingly commented we might need the cargo space of a suburban before long. (He told me later he was VERY hesitant about saying anything to me about it since I'm such a tight wad--even when it's purely hypothetical). But much to his surprise I replied, "That's funny because I was sort of thinking the same thing."
The next day, my yahoo inbox was INUNDATED with emails with the subject heading "Jared wants you to look at a Chevrolet Suburban on autotrader.com" or the like.
Out of the first batch he sent me, I saw two that I liked. They were both 2007s with similar mileage. One was over $30,000 and the other was a little under. I liked the expensive one because it had more "bells and whistles" than the other (like leather interior--which I didn't want, a DVD player--which the kids would love, an MP3 player, sunroof, remote starter, flex fuel, power-everything, etc.)
A week went by and we talked a little about when we should start looking more seriously at the suburbans, talk to the dealers, etc. Maybe after Valentine's day. We talked about the timing of selling the car, etc.
More craigslist and autotrader emails appeared in my inbox.
Sunday, during second hour, when I was making my rounds, Jared found me as he was pow-wowing with some of the young men leaders and said that the priests advisor was willing to bring his suburban over after church to see if it fit in our garage. Dead serious! I told Jared one stinky thing about getting a suburban is that I'd lose the garage because we had already found the measurements online and the length was wall-to-garage door with no room to breath. Even still, we really wanted to get an actual suburban to come test out our garage space. Blaine was willing to do it. And it FIT! Oh, it was tight, alright. But the garage door closed! Jared and I both did a BIG 'OL happy dance the rest of the day! (Thanks Blaine!)
Then on Tuesday, I went to the temple with our friends whose son is getting ready to go on his mission. Jared was going to meet us there after work. As the room started filling up, Jared didn't show. I knew it was a distinct possibility that he wouldn't make it with last minute things that sometimes pop up at the office and that was fine. Before the session started, I had the fleeting thought "I hope Jared goes and talks to some dealers if he can't make it tonight." It seemed hardly the thing I should be thinking about it in the temple. Shame on me. Fortunately I was able to focus my thoughts the rest of the time.
When I got home a little before 10pm, Jared told me what he did when he knew he wasn't going to make the session. He went to one of the dealers nearby! We got a kick out of that. It's actually been FREAKISH the way he and I have been thinking almost the same things at the same time--about something BIG like this--not just movie quotes that fit a certain situation.
The dealer he spoke to said that we'd be hard-pressed to find a 2007 'burb under $30,000 and they talked a little more business.
Right before going to bed, we checked the suburban we'd been "watching" online and we were FLOORED to see the price had been REDUCED below $30,000! We looked at each other and knew we had to act fast on this.
More things fell into place...it was mutual night, but it was a combined activity and Jared's quorum was not in charge, so it was an okay time for him not to be there. The activity sounded really cool, however and I was sad he was missing it. And then he had to ask his 1st counselor to fill in for him at BYC. (*cringe*...sorry Zach!) I guess that's what counselors are for, but it seemed really selfish! And even though it was mutual night and all our youth babysitters would be at church, our friend Kyle (who was endowed the day before) was home and could babysit for us!
We left at 6:15 and headed to Milwaukie...a new destination experience for the both of us. Thank goodness for the new GPS we just got.
When we arrived at 7pm, Brandi (the internet coordinator who I had talked to umpteen times on the phone during the day when I was getting the skinny on their inventory, making an appt., running numbers and filling out a credit request, etc.) had the suburban already "on deck" for us to look at and drive. I was so nervous getting behind the wheel of that thing. Fortunately, there were ONLY right turns involved!
I think we already knew we were going to buy the burb. We just didn't want to get it sight unseen. Jared even asked why they priced it so low (relatively speaking of course). She said people are buying Tahoes now, not the suburbans. It had been sitting since September. I guess that's a long time in the car business hence the big mark down.
Long story short, the dealer lost some money on the deal, we have a car payment again that we haven't had in YEARS (ugh). But we have a big rig in our garage and it just so happens to be MY DREAM CAR!
After we left the dealer, we went to dinner and I called my parents to tell them about the "irresponsible" thing we had done (we've only bought vehicles out of sheer desperation...we've never had the luxury of looking for one and buying one because we can put it to good use). They were excited for us...even more happy that we won't have to take two cars when they come to visit. Then my mom asked me what color it was.
I have this thing about car colors...we can't get away from red or any hue or shade of red. I married into a red car that Jared had when he got off his mission, we got a burgandy car after that. When we had to get the van, Jared promised me it wouldn't be red. It's burgandy too. Needless to say, I've been giving him flack for that ever since. I am happy to announce that my suburban is "graystone metallic" and I love it.
(See?? It's so big I couldn't get a picture of the whole thing!)
I asked Jared yesterday about the first time he got the fleeting thought about getting a suburban. He said he saw a suburban drive past us on our way home from the Christmas concert in Vancouver and it just came to him.
I think this suburban was meant for us.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
More monkeys
They are monkeys 99% of the time, but for a small moment, they were my Christmas cuties.
Karcyn
Mister, Mister
Super Coop
Goofy
Karcyn
Mister, Mister
Super Coop
Goofy
Meet the Monkeys
Christmas came early for me this year. We have a gift exchange at Dr. Hicken's office and these last couple of years we've written down a couple of things we'd like to help give our giver some ideas. This year, I wanted a pair of sweet sock monkey slippers. I couldn't justify buying them for myself, but boy, they'd be fun (and comfy) to have.
Two days before the office party, I was at Target and went to visit the monkey slippers and they were ALL gone! Either that or they had been moved. I didn't have time to hunt for them so I just told myself they were sold out. I was so sad.
Guess what I got at the party??? It was the first thing I opened in a stack of gifts Elizabeth got me. She was much too generous! But I've been doing the happy dance ever since.
I'd like you to meet my left
monkey: Liz.
And my right monkey: Beth.
Together they make: 'Lizbeth!
They're the bomb and I love 'em.
Two days before the office party, I was at Target and went to visit the monkey slippers and they were ALL gone! Either that or they had been moved. I didn't have time to hunt for them so I just told myself they were sold out. I was so sad.
Guess what I got at the party??? It was the first thing I opened in a stack of gifts Elizabeth got me. She was much too generous! But I've been doing the happy dance ever since.
I'd like you to meet my left
monkey: Liz.And my right monkey: Beth.
Together they make: 'Lizbeth!
They're the bomb and I love 'em.
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