The knots are tied

Congratulations to my Dad and Sallie Anderson on their recent marriage. The wedding was beautiful and these two make a great match.


The groom with me and my superstar sisters

The bride and her sons, Grant and Eric

Sorry Dad, but you came in second for the best looking guy there. Whoa baby! Ladies, he's mine.

I know that Dad and Sallie have many happy years ahead. You guys can get married any day, just so I can have more of these....

Officially Shunned!

It's amazing how karma works itself into your life; as quiet as a mouse, yet as painful as a slap in the face. I will explain my karmatic sting...

For years I have been a Chevrolet fanatic, boosting the Camaro's brute power over any other model from the "big 3" or any other import ricer. I still am a bit nutso, except for the fact that I now have found interest in older Volkswagens. Currently, I am in dire need of some help in finishing a welding project on the old Volks. I have sent numerous emails and left several voice messages with many seemingly skilled welders in the valley. I have received some response, nothing promising, the worst being an answer to an email I sent off a few days ago.

I sent my inquiry to a local classic car body shop asking for a quote on the welding job I needed. I noted the year, type of car and added that though it may not be one of the classic muscle cars they so haphazardly plastered across their terribly designed website, it is a classic nonetheless.
An email flashed in my inbox yesterday; I opened it and was stunned and a little taken aback to find their simple response. "We only work on American cars here."

Speechless, flabbergasted, shocked, stunned, astounded! It immediately reminded me of the old Star Wars scene when R2D2 and C3Po tried to enter the cantina in Mos Eisley when they were confronted by the slob of a bartender: "we don't serve your kind here.."

I did not know what to say. But after mulling it over for a few days, I figured hey, karma sucks, times change, muscle car rednecks do not, and life goes on as I continue my new found hobby, officially shunned from the world of American muscle cars.

"Don't call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease!"

What's YOUR aroma?

“Maybe if I had more money, I would embrace nirvana, but I doubt it. Money can mask your smell, but it can’t change it. Underneath, it’s always the same stink coming from your pores.”
--Karen Mockler, HCN

Blog Shmog

When Jon mentioned that he had created a blog for our family, I admit I did a bit of a mental eye-roll. I’ve always thought that personal blogs have the tendency to be self-seeking (and therefore inherently dull) and I don’t want to join that crowd. Nor do I want open myself up to all kinds of criticism.

Then I realized that hey, we could make our blog whatever we want, right? So here’s our effort to document our family without being boring or pretentious -- so that you get a sense of who we are and why we love living on this green Earth. I like the idea of Jon documenting his bus restoration project here. Also, as much as I’d like to keep Ava for us, I realize that she is a member of a larger family and community and she is too fantastic not to share. It just wouldn’t be fair. And of course, I will probably end up using this page as my personal soapbox from time to time. I am apt to get on a roll with my rants about various aspects of life. I will try my hardest to avoid offending anyone that I care about so you’re not allowed to take my opinions personally.

Well, it will be what it will be. With any luck, you won’t be too bored or insulted to share your comments. So don’t just read and run!