We’re not dead. Just mostly dead. There’s a big difference between the two. Here is a slight recap of our lives.
* Lil’ Champ, the prodigal car, returned home to us tonight after a months absence. Turns out all he needed was a new starter. We knew Lil’ Champ would be back for more. He is a cat … 9 lives … I think this last little issue was life number 7.
* My new job … the job that we had been waiting and praying for … the job that required us to move to SLC …. is not what I thought it was going to be. Slightly disheartening. Love being able to walk to work. Like my co-workers. Not loving my boss. We do not get along. I have never had this happen …to this level or degree … ever. Not loving the fact that my blood pressure, cortisol levels, mood, and digestive system have all taken a toll thanks to stress.
* Our new apartment. Love the space. Love being able to decorate. Love that Mitchell now has his very own man cave. Love the washer and dryer that was included. Not in love with the neighbors. They stink … literally. One of our neighbors started this rumor that I had burnt my face badly while lighting the pilot light in our apartment … as a result I was suing the landlord … and as a result of that, the landlord was evicting us. For real? That’s the best rumor you could come up with? Seriously. On a more positive note … we live mere minutes from my favorite Indian restaurant.
* Mitchell had a serious relationship going on with KSL classifieds a little while back. He found: a free tv, a free printer, a free sewing table and PFAFF sewing machine, an office desk for his man cave and an entertainment center.
Here are some pictures from our latest adventures
a little sidewalk chalk and a lot of talent …
Mitchell could be mistaken for a platypus and I am eyeless.
face off. mitchell won.
mitchell had a birthday shout hooray.
monster cupcakes were necessary.
we explored some of Salt Lake’s parks
thought I had a slug between my toes … looked down … ended up being something much less sanitary. That dog must have done its dirty deed, merely minutes before I took this fatal step.
old mission president got home …. missionary reunion happened.
saltair – sooo stinky … and sooo salty. mitchell and I walked away from this adventure high in sodium.
no a/c does wonders for my hair
bippity – boppity – boo.